Damian Wayne X Reader ; Wings of Destiny

Damian Wayne?

I walked into school daydreaming of (F/S) with my best friend, (B/F) talking my ear off.

I wasn't really listening, but I flashed out of my thoughts long enough to hear her say "...Damian Wayne..." That caught my attention, I pushed aside my daydream of (F/S) for later in math.

"Wait," I interrupted "what did you say?"

She put her hands on her hips playfully rolling her eyes like she always would do when she thought I was acting naïve.

"I swear (Y/N) I wonder if you ever listen to anything I say."

" Sorry" I mumbled, I hated it when she rolled her eyes.

That caused another eye roll, dammit

"I said, did you hear that Damian Wayne is coming to school today?"

I raised my eyebrow, everyone in this school knew about Bruce's mysterious son. There are so many rumors about him it's hard to tell what he would be like, some are outrageous, like how he was actually a teenage government spy living with the Wayne's to complete his mission. Others make more sense, like how he was actually Bruce's son, and the reason he was hidden was because of embarrassment.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I heard he's super cute" (B/F) said with a dreamy expression.

It was my turn to roll my eyes, of course, she thought about his looks, it was true though, he is supposed to be extremely good-looking, just like his dad.

"Keep dreaming (B/F)" I told her "I've heard that he's rude and mean" and it was the truth, he has some pretty nasty things said about him.

"Maybe, but he's cute and rich!" Sometimes I wonder what goes on in her head.

I made a mental note to stay away from him, just in case.

"...right (Y/N)?"

Crap,

"Um... Yeah?"

I really need to pay more attention when people are talking. I have a feeling that I'm going to regret whatever I agreed to.

Sighing, I started to walk to Ms. Rose's first period class.

(B/F) and I went our separate ways and promised to meet up again in third.

First and second period are the only separate classes me and (B/F) have.

I was deeply concentrating on my thoughts so it was no wonder I didn't notice the chipped tile on the floor. My foot got caught in and I fell forward. I am super clumsy.

I braced myself for the hard floor and instead felt the embrace of soft arms.

The first thing that I noticed was the cold eyes that seemed to reach into me and tear out my soul. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the rest of him. The eyes were enough to make me melt, but I felt like I was going to pass out. This boy was hands-- my eyes focused on his neutral face, Damian Wayne. I just fell onto Damian Wayne.

"Great," I thought to myself " just great" I hoped he wouldn't make my life miserable.

He pushed me onto my feet and let go, I had no idea what to say, so I played it safe.

"Um, thanks?" I stammered, well more like squeaked, mentally cursing myself for making it sound like a question, his eyes were still on my face, and it felt like acid.

Why is this so hard? I don't even like this guy. I don't even know this guy, but it felt as if he could make me beg him to walk on me. Worse, I think I would have loved that.

"Try not to fall in the future," he said in an annoyed tone that sounded like he was about to kill me "I've got to get to Ms. Rose's class" And walked away, not looking back once.

What a jerk, who is this guy? I found myself thinking. Why was I so nervous around...

Wait, did he say Ms. Rose! I facepalmed myself, so much for keeping my distance!

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I walked in class two minutes late, thankfully for me, Ms, Rose isn't in yet. I looked around the class and found that the only seat not taken was the one next to Damian, who was sitting quietly by the window at the back of the class just staring out of it as if daydreaming. I wonder what a rich boy could dream about.

Sighing, I plopped down in the seat dropping my bag under my chair. I tried to look anywhere but next to me. I could feel his eyes burning the side of my skull. I forced myself to face towards the front as I waited, begging silently for him to stop.

I felt like I couldn't take it anymore as if I didn't have control my head turned in his direction.

He was staring out the window as though as if he never moved.

Did I imagine it?

"Good morning class," Ms. Rose said entering.

"Today we will be working on..."

I didn't hear the rest, I have a bad habit of tuning people out with my thoughts, but instead of my (F\S) daydream I had going on, I started to fantasize about him. Where did he come from really? Why were his eyes so cold? Does he hate me already?

Of course, I snap back into reality at the worst possible time.

"...(Y/N) (L/N) and Damian Wayne..."

"Wait what" I hear myself say out loud.

I mentally slapped myself again. Snickers and suppressed laughs were heard around the room, Damian gave me a weird look, his dark eyes narrowing.

"We are partners for an art project," he stated bluntly and continued to look blankly at the front.

No, what?! No! Why?! This has got to be the worst day of my life and that's saying something considering my life is hell.

As if on cue my back began to itch. Not now! I thought please not now!

"Um, Miss Rose," I asked raising my hand "I-I feel sick"

My teacher sighed it wasn't the first time I've had to leave in the middle of class. I'll have to talk to Damian tomorrow about the project, but for now, my mind was set on one thing.

I gathered my stuff quickly and spirited out the door. My apartment was near Crime alley, not the safest place to live but it was cheap.

Running in my room I took off my shirt and stuffed it in my mouth making sure to lock the door.

I hate this, the itching got more intense. I couldn't take it any longer, squeezing my eyes shut I cried out in immense pain.

As I unfolded my wings.

-(A/N)-

Word Count: 1052

*Chapter edited*