SHAMELESS ✔(Damian Wayne Fanfic)

Chapter 5

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They had both started tossing pillows in the isle. Damian threw two of them at her and she would grab another and hurl it towards his face. They ducked a few and once they ran out of pillows in the isle they would go to the next one.

The pillows got bigger and bigger. They were no longer the tiny ones for a couch but the ones for your bedroom. The two didn't care about who was watching them Through all the laughing and growling from both parties, it wasn't something the people around them could ignore. Some stood and watched.

"Watch it Damian. This one's gonna make my other throws look like tosses." She remarked.

"Threats don't sit well with me." he chuckled grabbing two pillows off the rack. "First to fall looses."

"Then watch your feet." She challenged hurling a pillow at his feet which he hopped over.

"Watch your face." He snickers and hurls one straight into her eye.

The laughed a bit and continued throwing them. Damian had run out pillows on his side of he isle and Valarie was testing his patients.

"Aw, did he run out of ammo already?" She asked sarcastically. "to bad. Now your face is going to taste cotton."

Unexpectedly, she charged at him and slapped him with the pillow making him fall flat on his face and then she began beating him with a pillow.

"Beg for mercy." she says giggling.

Flinching and covering his face he replied, "Never. Mercy is for the weak."

Grabbing the pillow from her hand he flipped her over and pinned her down. Breathlessly she gasped and frowned a bit. Damian gave her a smirk and she licked her lip and sighed, accepting defeat.

With there breaths mixing in the air, they just stared at each other. Her hands above her head not even held tightly,they could breath. No words just a long gaze at one another. Was it weird...this staring...

Valarie POV

Wow...

Breaths mixing in the air. His eyes. Those grass green eyes...GOD!

Kind of alarming that neither of us have moved yet. In all honesty, It doesn't bother me. His face reminds me of last night when he was asleep. So peaceful. 

I wonder what is going on through his head. Damian isn't acting like an asshole but this feeling I'm getting. It's like a billion chill bumps crossed my skin. I shivered a bit and bite my bottom lip. His facial features were sort of...beautiful. Those eyes captured me. They looked like they had seen a lot. So secretive and so hard to figure out what they had witnessed. It's frustrating not to know. A little part of me wanted to run my fingers through his hair. It seemed smooth. Why I had the urge...god I have no idea.

Folding my lips I let out a gasp as a shadow appeared over us. The woman cleared her throat and stared at us angrily.

Damian let me up and she folded her arms across her chest and stared at us.

We had trashed the isles. Filled with pillows and feathers covering the ground.

"We are so sorry Janice." I say recognizing the name tag. "I will pay for the damages and any pillow that was hurt."

I see Damian smile a bit, trying to fight the urge to laugh. Standing to my feet, I pill my wallet from out of my purse and hand her a couple of bills.

Janice looks at the money then back at me. Taking it I pick up the pillows I decided to get and held them up.

"Mind ringing me up?" I ask sheepishly.

She shook her head and pointed to the door and ordered us to leave. Taking the pillows with me Damian and I ran out of the store.

We both burst out laughing once we got to the car.

"I've never seen someone so mad except for Bruce." Damian says, starting the engine.

"At least I got some new pillows for my living room." I say eying the printed feathers on them.

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"Spot any paparazzi?" Asked Valarie adjusting the bags on her arms.

"'Yeah. They're lurking, here and there." He replies. "There is one behind the corner that we just past and that black van keeps following us."

"Well," Valarie's says looking at him. "aren't you aware of your surroundings."

"I just pay attention to people to whats on the shoe rack." he retorts slyly

"They were nice shoes and on sale." she said back laughing a bit.

"If you think another pair of heels will fool anyone to think you aren't short, then you have another thing coming."

Valarie looked taken back and punched him in the arm. "Hey!" she shouts. "I'm not that short."

Damian scoffed and shrugged. ''Tell it to the stool in your pantry."

"First of all, how do you know about the stool? And I'll have you know 5'5 is not short. It's average plus, the stool is for the really high shelf I can't reach." Valarie replied stopping and staring at him and standing on the tip of her toes, hoping to be eye level.

Damian chuckled and said, "Woman, you can stand on your tip toes all you want,"

"but you'll never be at my level." he whispers making her suck in her cheeks and give him a sly smirk.

"Mr.Wayne I'm deeply flattered. But who says I want to be there? Obviously you feel threatened if you're worried about little ol' me."

''Are we talking about height or business?" He questions leaning closer to her face.

Gasping she tried to stop the weird feeling growing in her gut.

"I don't know. You tell me." Valarie replied then walking away confidently with a smirk on her face.

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