My Everything: Damian Wayne X Reader

Chapter 5: The Truth

~ Your P.O.V. ~

I've noticed that the boys were always tired, sometimes even hurt. Bruises and cuts all over them. Was Bruce abusing them? No, he couldn't, right?

I decided to ask him.

"Hey, Bruce?"

He was reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee on his hand. He looked up and smiled, "yes?"

I gulped, maybe this wasn't a good idea, "um, w-why are the boys always hurt? You don't hurt t-them do y-you?"

Bruce looked at me, "of course not."

"Well then, w-what is it?"

"Nothing important, you don't need to worry."

"That's what Damian told me, but I can tell it's important, otherwise you'll tell me."

Bruce sighed.

"Father, I think it's time we tell her," Damian said walking in.

Alfred stood beside Bruce, "I agree, master Bruce."

"Tell me what?"

Bruce stood up and walked, "the truth, follow me."

I followed him. Damian and alfred behind us. We walked to the library. Bruce played some notes on the piano and then an elevator appeared.

I stood there, shook. We all walked to the elevator and when we got to the bottom I lost my voice.

"W-what? You . . . Batman? . . . The hell?"

Bruce smiles, "Y/N, I'm Batman."

"I'm Robin," Damian said.

We walk until we get to a training area were Dick and Tim are training.

"Oh, I see we've decided to tell her our secret identities," says Dick, "I'm Nightwing, Tim is Red Robin, and Jason is Red Hood."

I stand there, " . . . Can I fight crime too?"

"No," everyone says.

I whine, "why not?"

"You're not trained," Damian states.

"I can learn."

Bruce smiles.

Bruce though about this, "we can teach you how to fight, but no fighting crime. Not yet."

I nod.

"And, you'll also have to go to school," Jason said.

The next day

School, I hate to admit, but I like it. Damian and I walked in. I didn't love the uniforms, but whatever.

Damian had friends and a reputation to keep, so I understood when he left me alone, I got friends right away though. I was in a group of four girls and two boys.

I didn't see Damian at all except for art and lunch. After school we got into the limo and did our homework together.

After homework we trained, he took it easy on me, but I proved myself a worthy student.

"That's enough for today, we should go eat," Damian said throwing a towel and water at me.
"Ok," I said and drank.

Damian took his shirt off because it was wet with sweat. I blushed.

"Like what you see?" He asked.

I turned even more red, "n-no!" I looked away and went up the elevator leaving him behind.

That was embarrassing!