Damian Wayne X Reader ; Wings of Destiny

Just friends

'So that was awkward,' I commented silently.

"So," I said, desperately wanting to break the tension in the room "your brothers seem nice."

"There imbeciles" Damian stated bluntly his eyes were annoyed, I suddenly realized that I always refer to his eyes. Whenever something happens to him I always end up staring back at his eyes. I'm a little confused about why. Maybe because that was the only way to actually see what he's feeling.

"Right..." I answer half distracted, they were pretty, his eyes I mean.

For some reason, the silence was comforting.

We began discussing the project, we decided on what materials we can use and what to draw. Damian was very talented in artistic drawings. I suggested an angel, Damian mumbled that it should be a demon. We ended up compromising with a half drawing of both as if they were both staring in the mirror to their other half. Time passed very quickly by the end of it and before I knew it, I was leaving the household waving Alfred goodbye. My back was itching slightly, indicating that it was time again. I shifted uncomfortably and started to run down the street. Alfred had offered me a ride home but I really didn't want them to know I lived alone. They would have asked too many questions.

Entering my run-down apartment building I sat down in the lobby ignoring my back completely, it didn't hurt that much yet.

"(Y/N)!" I turned my head to see the building manager come to stand in front of me. "Where are your parents?"

"Oh!" I exclaimed, "at work," I lied easily, everyone here is an idiot, you really can't notice when a child's alone? Maybe he just doesn't care as long as he gets his money. Everyone here is a criminal anyway.

The manager, what's his name? I can never remember, gave an annoyed grunt, "Well next time you see them tell them their behind on the rent."

"Will do," I said, forcing a smile on my face, DANG now I have to find more money or I'll get kicked out.

Well, I'll leave tomorrow's problems for tomorrow's me. I made it up to my room and collapsed onto my bed. Sleep came quickly.

——Time skipped——

I woke up to 18 missed text messages from (B/F).

Where r u?

You promised you'd come!

I grabbed my phone tiredly.

Come where?

She answered right away.

My party!

Crap so that's what I agreed to a couple of days ago. Before I could decline (B/F) sent out a string of texts with threats of every kind.

I guess I got no choice.

I flipped through my drawers looking for something clean to wear. I settled on a black T-shirt, some greyish jeggings, and my normal sneakers.

Ponytail or hair down?

Eh who cares, I put/let my hair (YOU PICK). I grabbed my bag to shove my crap into and started to head over. Why do I let myself get dragged into these things?

I double-check the address, why is it too far to walk to, I'm broke so no Taxi. I feel almost relieved, time to head back home!

HONK

I jumped, surprised, and looked around uneasily, who?

"Hey (Y/N)!" What a familiar voice, I find the source and smile.