(Sequel) Lies and Secrets [Damian Wayne x Reader]

Chapter 32

Damian, you must've learned nothing from me.

Maybe you don't know that,

I'm always prepared.

Learned it from you, actually.

This is so weird. Talking to him in my head like if he can hear me.

I took out a small dagger from my pocket and started cutting a hole in the net.

I wasn't trying to take the net off of me. I was trying to get myself out of the net.

If that makes sense.

I jumped off, leaving the rest of the trap on the wall.

I quickly ran to see if I can catch up to him.

Finally spotted the dining room, I rushed to it.

That was before arms wrapped around my body, holding me back.

"What the fuck?" I yelped.

Looking over my shoulder, it wasn't Damian.

"Tim, what the hell are you doing?!"

I struggled to get out from his grip but I continued to try and shake him off.

"Me and Jason won. So both you and Demon owe us a favor"

Just as he answered, I saw Jason holding Damian.

They both released us and I turned to them, ready to scold the shit out of them.

"You both weren't even playing!"

"Imbeciles" Damian added.

"Well, news flash, we joined the game" Jason smirked with his arms crossed.

Tim had a smile of victory plastered on his face.

"You both suck" I stated out of anger before walking away.

If only Dick was here. He would put them in their place without violence.

"What's wrong with us winning?" Tim asked.

"You both cheated" I spat.

"Both you and Damian cheated too" Jason countered.

"Because last I checked, it was him and I only!"

"You said this world needed less competition, yet here you are. Competing with your baby" he finished.

"I know..." I muttered.

"But it was a game!"

I felt my eyes tearing up.

Why the fuck am I being so emotional right now?!

And about this!

It was like being blamed on for causing a big mess.

"It wasn't a real competition. It was just for fun!"

"What's going on here?" I hear Bruce's voice from behind me.

"Nothing. We're fine" I scoffed.

I wasn't about to cry over this stupid shit.

But I think I know why I'm feeling this way.

It has happened to me before, back in the island.

I have been blamed so bad by doing things that I said.

Sort of like that saying,

'The fish dies by its mouth.'

"Are we all good?" Alfred asked.