My Everything: Damian Wayne X Reader

Chapter 12: I'm the Reason

~ Damian's P.O.V. ~

I get up from my chair and go to my room. Y/N has been cutting herself, is it because of me? I was being selfish, worrying about protecting my feeling, that I didn't think about hers. Should i apologize? Maybe she doesn't even want to talk to me anymore.

I sit down in my bed. What have i done? I was ignoring her and being harsh with her. Todd has been the only person who understands me, everyone else just yells at me for treating her badly.

Titus comes in my room, sitting beside me. Fluffy comes trotting behind Titus. Fluffy, what an amature name, but it was given to him by Y/N, so I'm not surprised.

I pick up the little white fluffy dog. He looks at me and then sticks his tongue out.

I smile a little, "yeah, me too."

I set him down and get my phone and headphones. I put a song on and listen to it. Before I know it, I'm singing as well, not loud.

"Wow, who knew that Damian Wayne could sing," i hear Kyle say, coming in my room.

"What do you want?" I ask as i turn my head, not wanting to see her.

"Why'd you run away down there? Y/N needs you, Damian."

I looked down, "because I'm the  reason she's been hurting her self. "

Kyle looked at me, "maybe, but have you ever thought that you might also be her cure?"

I looked at her, "she has someone else to do that for her now. Her friend Nolan that she's always seeing. I think they're more than friends now."

Kyle stared at me with her eyes that looked like those of a cat, "you're not jealous are you?"

"N-no! Of c-course not! She's happy, that's all that matters." I say smiling a little.

"She's happy? But it's still a good idea to at least talk to her more, treat her the way you used to."

I looked at kyle once more, she wasn't my mother, yet she made me feel like a child again. That time in my life, when mother loved me, when she cared. She was proud of me, but now, she hates me.

Kyle smiles at me, "your eyes are very fascinating, Damian. Your mother must be pretty. Although you have your father's face, you sure don't have his eyes or skin. I always wondered how it would have been like raising you. Heh, that's silly, right?"

She looks away and out the window. Her hands fidget with her shirt.

"If Bruce and I raised you . . . You wouldn't be the same," she continued, "your attitude, skills, personality, they just wouldn't be . . . You. Damian, your life has been hard, but we can't change it, we don't want to. Because at the end of the day . . . You are you. Nobody, and i mean nobody can tell you what to do, or how to act. The choice is yours, and your only. Neither your mother, father, nor me can decide your fate. Damian, you aren't a weapon . . . You're a boy. You feel and think like any other boy your age, deep down inside. It's ok to let those, seemingly, silly feelings out. Because pretending like they're not there only hurts you and those around you. I learned this the hard way, your father and I . . . We were both complicated and childish. We were unwilling to share our feelings, we used each other,  betrayed each other, but once those feelings were out . . . We were inseparable. So . . . Decide what your feelings are and let them out, not worrying about what other people think, or how they feel about it, because they might just feel the same way."

Kyle looked back at me tears in her eyes, i put my hand up to her face, wiping away the tears. She grabed my hand, that touched her face, she held it, smiling.

"Thank you . . . Mother," i say hugging her.

She hugged back, "you're welcome, son . . . "

We stayed in the hug for minutes. Once we finally pulled out of the hug, we were both crying. I would normaly feel weak, but with Kyle, it's different. She understands, and supports me, like a mother should. Although Talia is still my mom, and i still love her . . . Kyle is much more.

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(Hi, guys! I hope you like this as much as i do. I am crying as i writethis chapter, just so many emotions😭😭)