Average || Damian Wayne

09: Song Bird*

Aliesa POV:
Damian walks back to the table holding two copies of Romeo and Juliet and a stack of blank construction paper.

"What options do we have?" I grab a book and flip through the pages.

"We can do a poster, a pyramid, anything artistic, such as a painting, a song. We get extra credit if we do more than one." he explained.

"How about we plan it today and make an outline? I want to do a song. What about you?" I open the book to the final act.

"Um painting." his cheeks turned red and he avoided eye contact with me.

"You paint?" I grin and stand up smacking my hands on the table. "I want to see." he rolls his eyes.

"Maybe, after we finish our work." he grabs a piece of paper and a pen from the cup placed in the middle of the table.

"I'll hold you to that, Wayne." I pull my phone out of my bag and go to Spotify. I click on my playlist called 'Babes'. Miguel's voice flows throughout the quiet room.

"Must you play this nauseating music?" Damian looks up from his paper.

"Yes, music helps me think when I'm working." he nods and continues writing on his paper with a scowl.

After about an hour I look down at my paper.

It looked like preschoolers drawing of a dinosaurs with glasses on. I tilt the paper around to see if it would better from another angle and... it did not.

I grumble and crumple up the paper. "How's your sketch going, Wayne?" I ask pulling out another piece of paper. "I think I'm only good at drawing inanimate objects." I tell him drawing the outline of a cup and knife.

"It's going just fine. I'm drawing what they'd look like historically rather than what was written in a translated piece of garbage." He tted, sliding over a piece of paper that was next to him.

I look at the paper and see arrows pointing at labels of Juliet's brown hair and Romeo's shirt and eyes.

"Wow, I can barely manage to draw a stick figure." I look over and see that he still was writing on paper. "What's that?" I try to look over.

He quickly folds the paper and shoves it into his pocket. "Nothing." he cleared his throat, "Is the sketch to your liking?"

"You're seriously asking me? This looks like it was drawn by...is there a god of art? Probably Apollo." I asked myself. "We'll go with Apollo."

"Yes, Apollo would be the wisest choice." Damian says.

"You know it's commonly known that you're supposed to thank someone after they give you a compliment." I teased.

"I didn't ask for the comment so me thanking you is both unnecessary and an irritation." He says.

"I think it it's rude." I tell him.

"Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion then."

"I didn't ask you to ask for my opinion, but you just proved my point." I tell him crossing my arms.

"What point?"

"Hm, did you just ask for my opinion?" I smile.

"No I'm asking you to elaborate on the subject."

"Yes, the subject that branched from my opinion on you being rude." I tell him

Damian let out a deep breath and closed his eyes before turning on his heel and walking out of the library. 1 for Gold 0 for Wayne. I count to ten before walking out of the library to look for him. Hopefully I find the kitchen first, I only had breakfast and it was close to 6 in the evening.