Bat boys x male reader

Damian Wayne: A Weird Attraction (part two)

-Recap-

I felt mother put her hand on my shoulder and her other hand pull my head upwards. "Sweety, it's okay, and if he had thought you had looked like an idiot, then he probably wouldn't have even tried to find out where you were going everyday. So there's nothing to worry about, he likes you!" She exclaimed happily. My eyes widened in disbelief. "Y-you don't know that!" I exclaimed. "Everyone knows how the youngest of the Wayne's is, so I'm gonna have to agree with your mother." "No matter what, we will support you throughout this!" She exclaimed after father had said his bit. They both turned to each other and smiled, then they both got up and walked into the kitchen. I heard a popping noise and then some happy whooping. I took that chance and ran to my room, ignoring the burning sensation that had made its way back onto my face.

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I made record time in both getting to my room and opening the door. As soon as I opened the door and slid in, I turned and closed it, locking it afterwards. After I turned the lights on, I made sure that the door was secured. Then I put my back against the door and slowly slid down. I finally reached the floor so that I could sit down. My legs were outstretched, but I quickly pulled them up to my chest and buried my head into my knees.

I moved my hands to touch my face, and my face was red hot. After a couple of moments of sitting there with my hands on my face, I slowly got up and made my way to my bathroom. (The bathroom is connected to room and you can imagine your room how you want. I mean, it's your room.) I stumbled slightly over to the bathroom and flicked the lights on. I stared at myself in the mirror. My face looked like it had been painted red, that's how badly flustered I was. I glanced down at my hands and realized how shaky I had become over this whole ordeal.

If a random person just happened to look at me in this moment, they'd probably think that I was some kind of school girl who touched her crush's hand on accident. 'Then again, now that I think about it, I didn't really even touch his hand, it was more of his .......... Oh god, I need some kind of help! I can't be thinking like this!' I bent over the sink and put my head on my crossed arms. My face felt like it was turning an even darker shade of red just over that thought.

'If this is what liking someone is like, then I don't want to like anyone.'

-Damian's Pov (bet you didn't see that one) that evening after school-
(P.s. He may be ooc and he doesn't know your 'real' last name)

  After Pennyworth picked us up, my brothers wouldn't be quiet. They continued to argue about the incident earlier involving (y/l/n). Occasionally I would make a snide remark just to egg(?) them on. I may have seemed like I didn't care about what happened, or the boy himself, but that couldn't have been farther from the truth. I cared about him as one would a friend, maybe even a lover.

  That's why I couldn't stop thinking about what happened earlier. 'We had scared him. I had scared him. The one person that I have any feelings towards more than likely fears for their life around me now. All because I listened to ignorant Todd. Stupid, idiotic, Todd. This is his fault, and I'm not even going to yell at him about it. No amount of yelling could ever take back how badly I scared him.'

  I was snapped out of my slight trancelike state when the car(limo?) stopped. We had reached our destination. I was the first to get out of the vehicle. I didn't even wait for Pennyworth to open the door, I just threw it open and stomped away towards my room. I didn't want to be in the presence of the very people who have probably ruined every chance of anything with (y/l/n). I continued on my way to my room, glaring at everything to come into my line of vision.