My Everything: Damian Wayne X Reader

chapter 15: Mine

~ Your P.O.V. ~

Damian, Nolan, and I went to the theater, where we would meet up with Dick, Tim, Jason, Stephanie, Cass, and Barbara. We got tickets for everyone since they were literally going to be sold out in seconds!

We finally got to the front of the line, but the others were still not here.

"You go with Nolan. I'll wait here for everyone else," Damian said.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

He nodded. Nolan and i found a row with enough seats for everyone and put our coats and hats to reserve them.

We got dirty looks from people who wanted to sit in those spots.

"Hey! That ain't fair! Those seats aren't even taken!" A 16 year old boy said.

I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, Bitch!"

Nolan stood up, "do you have no respect? There are more seats in this theater!"

The boy got closer to Nolan, he was taller than him, "back up short stack!"

I get up, "just leave us alone!"

The boy pushes me, "well then get your freaking coats out of the way!"

I get angry and punch the boy in the face.

The boy glared at me and went to slap me in the face, but before his hand came in contact with my face Damian grabbed his arm and twisted it. He pushed the boy down the steps and shoved him into an empty seat.

"Don't. Touch. Her!"

Everyone was watching us and either clapping or laughing. The boy gave up and sat down in the seat Damian shoved him into.

Dick comes running, "Cinnamon Roll! Are you alright?"

I roll my eyes, "yes, Dick. I'm ok."

Dick sits in the seat at the end of the left side, tim beside him, then Stephanie, Cass, Nolan, me, Damian, Barbara, and Jason.

The lights go off and the movie starts.

~no, I'm not going to spoil the movie~

Let me just tell you, that this was the best movie i've ever seen! I was currently crying into Damian's shoulder as he tries to calm me down.

"Jamila . . . Don't cry, it's only a movie!" He whispers.

"B-but he . . . They . . . Peter . . . They hugged!" I whimper onto him, "it's so beautiful!"

Damian chuckles a little, "it's ok, my Jamila Y/N."

(A/N: jamila means "Beautiful" in Arabic in case you don't remember. UwU.)

~ Nolan's P.O.V. ~

She should be crying on my shoulder! She can't be relying on other men only me! Once I ask her out, she will be mine. I'll have control over her. Of course, Damian will have to not be allowed to touch her.

She's mine!