Damian Wayne X Reader ; Wings of Destiny

'I Know'

Damian continued sketching in his book. Whatever he was drawing, I couldn't guess, nor did I want to know.

I sighed as I looked at the time, 5:30 I better leave.

"Hey, Damian I got to go" He looked up surprised.

It quickly faded

"Alright, bye." was all he said looking back down. As I stood up I caught a glimpse of his drawing and shivered. I will not describe the gore on the page.

What's wrong with him?

I remember an old saying my dad used to tell me.  All artists can draw is their own pain and the world they see it in. I hope Damian is doing all right. I should ask him about his art later. 

I slowly began the long walk home, I couldn't help but realize that Damian and I were not on good terms yet. We were getting better, I thought the party would change things, we agreed to a friendship. It still seems like nothing is different. 

A long sigh let itself out of my mouth.

"This day could not get any worse."

I was so wrong.

Eviction

It hung on my door, big and penned in red.

Notice to vacate premises.

Right underneath, but this time in blue.

I realized there is nothing I can do. So I walked and started to pack a bag. I don't want to be homeless again but I can't see much of a choice. I can't stay with Katie since she doesn't know. 

I put my costume in there, after an insanely long debate with myself. I only grabbed what I needed, and left the rest for the crows.

Toothbrush? Check

Clothes? Check

Personal things? Check

A place to stay? Nope

If this was a book or movie, now it would unexplainably start to rain. To set the mood, but it's not a book, it's not a movie, and the sun stayed high in the sky. Unlike how I felt as I dragged myself away from the crumbling building. I don't know why I was so upset, I only lived there for three months, but I felt like I was losing something special.

I was staring intensely at the ground, trying to figure out my crap and think of a plan, but my mind made itself blank, and I found myself daydreaming. Dreaming of a better life, of a different world. A place where all of this crap didn't exist, a place with handsome vampires, or beautiful mermaids. A place with demons, with angels. Where there is always a happily ever after, but there is no such thing, and I continued walking letting all the negativity and darkness swallow me.

It was as if a cloud settled above my head, and I found myself falling. Everything overwhelmed me suddenly, the past few days, my terrible mistake, my parents leaving me, the torture everything horrible about me stabbed me in the back and pushed me over. The sun was too bright, the dark was too black, the world burred over in a mix of colors and sounds. All I felt before passing out was a pair of warm familiar arms.

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I woke up in a queen size bed in a room I didn't recognize, it was enormous the walls were a gorgeous white color and every single piece of furniture had its own indescribable beauty. I felt myself gasp at the sight, it actually took my mind off the fact that I had no idea where I was.

"You're awake."

I gasped again, this time in surprise as I looked at the door. Damian stood there.

"I noticed you like the room, it is one of the most beautiful in the manor."

I stared at him wide-eyed, I was in the manor, how did I get here again? Why was I here?

Damian held up my backpack,

"Toothbrush, hairbrush, clothes, a couple of pictures, two small objects. So, you want to tell me why you were running away?"

I sat there in uneasy silence, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth, and my vocal cords refused to vibrate. He threw my bag onto the bed and sat next to me.

"You passed out randomly on the street," he explained, "I came to return your jacket, you left it in my room." He pointed to a chair, and sure enough, my jacket was right there.

"Good thing I caught you, if you fell on the street it would have been painful."

I remained silent, I didn't know what to say. Damian let out a hum.

"You don't want to talk to me?" He asked, "Is that what I deserve after helping you?"

I couldn't answer, my life was about to fall apart. He caught me, and not from falling, of course, he'd find out about me being on my own. He's too smart not to, but what now, will he send me to an orphanage?

"(Y\N) (L\G), parents left you at 9 years old." I stared at him in shock, but he just continued as if reading a file, "at 10, disappeared for two years and then suddenly came back and got accepted to Gotham academy a year later. Lives or I guess lived at Mark's apartments on crime alley, room 104. Newly evicted I believe, that's why you were running away."

A squeak left my throat, how did he find out my life's story so quickly?

"How..."

"You know me," he interrupted "Especially in this day and age, it is surprisingly easy to find out."

He stood walking over to the door, he seemed sad for whatever reason.

"There's a change of clothes in the dresser, come down when you're ready"

He walked out of the room gently, giving me a small glance as he left the door slammed shut.  I sat there a second waiting in stunned horror, my heart was pounding and I felt like lying down and never getting up again. I went through the conversation again in my mind, panic slapped me in the face and I dove for my bag, tearing it open. Everything was still there, everything. Including my costume. I took it out gently. Did he miss it? Is that even possible considering he inventoried my items? Looked through everything. My cheeks flushed, pervert. 

I shook off that feeling and I placed my costume on my bed, my heart dropped as I unfolded it. There, written in the neat black pen I was so familiar with was two words.

I know. 

__A\N__

Thank god for Grammarly, it saved my life while correcting this chapter. Geez, for me writing as much as I do I sure make a lot of spelling mistakes. (Not sponsored) 

Anyway, I WAS ON TIME!!!! Thank you to my supporters for being patient. 

Because you were all amazing I grace you with this picture. 

Look at this guy, he does not look pleased with that food. 

Ok, I go now bye-bye. 

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