Damian Wayne X Reader [ 1 ]

Part Twelve

You searched through the pantry, trying to find a snack. You pulled out two pop tarts, not bothering to ask if Damian liked them are not.

You opened their packages and slid them into the toaster.

You sat at your table for two with Damian waiting for the pop tarts to finish.

"Have you ever dating anyone?" Damian asked randomly. You stopped to think... did dating someone when your were two count?

"No, unless you count kindergarten couples"

"I don't" said the vigilante by night. You tapped your fingers on the table and waited in silence until you ask the next question of the afternoon.

"Have you dated anyone?" You asked Damian. Damian flushed, "no, >tt< why assume just a thing?!"

"I didn't."

You both sat in an awkward silence until the pop of the pop tarts sounded.

You got up and took two plates from the cupboard. You placed two pop tarts on each plate, serving one to Damian and the other in front of your seat.

"What is this?" Asked Damian, you looked at him confused.

"How do you not know what a pop tart?!" You said shocked. "Have you been living under a rock?! Eat. Now!"

You grabbed one of his pop tarts and shoved it into his mouth slowly. He opened his mouth, hesitantly, he took a bite.

"Chew!" You ordered, he started chewing on the sweet treat. A face of disgust appeared on his face. He grabbed the napkin and spit out the snack.

"Apologizes, but that was pure sugar" he spat, he drank some of his water before staring at you.

"But that's what makes it good, Wayne" you told he gobbling up the two pieces.

It was all good times and laughs until you got the phone call.

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