The Musicians (Damian Wayne x reader)

1. How You Met

Author's note:
Please don't start the music until I say so. Thank you.
~ The Silver Angel

"Say You Won't Let Go" ~ James Arthur

Key
• Y/n - your name
• Mb/n - main bully's name
• E/c - eye color

~~~Your point of view~~~
You were at school, one of your favorite places to be. You were in sixth grade, middle school. You used to have a lot of friends, but that was before Mb/n (Main bully's name) came to the school a year ago. Mb/n bullied and threatened you, and although you could defend yourself, you couldn't risk getting suspended or expelled. She said if you continued to hang out with your friends, she would hurt you. People knew about Mb/n's threats to you, but only your two closest friends, Kate and Jackson, knew about your father's.
Every night he would come home drunk and hurt you with anything he could grab. What made it worse was that he worked for the Riddler, who would always send his henchmen to hurt him -- or you. You had been training with the Riddler since after your mother died. After going to school and doing homework, and then you were trained by the Riddler since first grade. You had taken many beatings, but you were now very strong, fast, and skilled in physical combat. When you fought you usually used two weapons — two metal pipes to fight if you were on the street, but you only fought if the other person made the first attack. The Riddler had wanted you to work for him, but you had said no which made him attempt to beat you at any chance he got.
The only thing you had left from your mom was her guitar which you hid from your father so he couldn't destroy it in a drunken rage. Whenever he wasn't home you would play it. Your mother had taught you the piano and guitar which you picked up fairly quickly due to your musical talent. You had asked the principal at your school to use the piano in the music room when you finished a test early or whenever you had time. He had said yes and found your musical talent promising. You practiced the piano almost every day at school and the guitar every evening at home when your father wasn't home. Now, you were often alone at school so during lunch or locker break you were in the music room playing the piano. Today you had a test for your first class and you were being assigned a group project for the second. There was also a new student.

~~~Damian's point of view~~~
'Why do I have to be here? I have an education, but of course, Father wants me to be like a normal child.' I thought as I walked into the classroom which was filled with my new classmates who were chatting with the people sitting next to them. I talked to the teacher and she told me to go sit in the back of the classroom, next to a girl in the corner. She wasn't talking to anyone or sitting next to anyone, but she looked at me. Her long hair was pulled back in a braid and her E/c eyes seemed tired. I walked to the back of the classroom and sat next to her. She seemed interesting and I only looked away when the teacher began to talk and handed out tests to everyone. I took the test, but it wouldn't be part of my grade since it was my first day. I had arrived a little late after the usual starting time of schools, but I came before Christmas so I could still catch up and move to seventh grade next year. I finished the test early, it was actually very easy, and I looked around me at the classroom. The girl sitting next to me stood up and turned her test in before returning to her seat and packing her supplies away in her bag. She raised her hand.
"Yes, Y/n, you may go." The teacher nodded. 'Y/n, so that was her name. Where was she going?" I thought to myself. I waited a couple minutes before raising my hand and getting excused. I spotted Y/n and followed her to a room with a piano in it. As she closed the door I made sure it stayed open a crack so I could hear and see what she was doing.

~~~Your point of view~~~
The new student fascinated you. He had raven black hair and seemed very calm. His features always seemed to rest in an unhappy manner. When he sat next to you, your heart skipped a beat, and you weren't sure why. 'Is this what love feels like?' You thought. You wanted to hang out with him and talk to him, but you held back because Mb/n would threaten you again. You finished your test early and left for the music room like you normally did after a test. You pretended not to notice the new boy following you. You walked into the music room and tried to close the door but he was keeping it a little open. You allowed him to and sat down at the piano and began to play. You hadn't sung in a while, but you decided to do it today.