Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 1

~(Y/N) POV~

Your family's car pulled into a hotel's parking space-Elder Veil Hotel... or was it Rose Heirloom Hotel?

You fumbled in confusion in the backseat of the car.

The name didn't matter, what mattered was that you were about to finally get some rest, this voyage has lasted for what seems like centuries.

In a matter of minutes, the parking valet had taken your car and you were sat in the hotel's lobby on a red, victorian style lounge chair. Everything in the establishment seemed to be vintage, like 1800-1900's.

You huffed growing impatient, the receptionist had left several minutes ago to converse with a wealthy-looking couple and has not yet returned back to his station. You wondered what the manager would think about such costumer service.

Your parents had supposedly already went for a stroll on the establishment's lavish grounds and had left you to check-in. Ever since you reached the legal age of thirteen, your parents treated you as an adult would be; they didn't feel like running errands that month? There was always you to do it for them.

Life could've always been worse, lots of your friends were being sold by their own parents to-God knows who! They were all probable to become “Fallen Women”, and despite knowing your parents you didn't fully know what they were capable of. Ultimately, you were scared to take chances so you stayed in your place and complied with their orders.

Your thoughts were soon disturbed by a man stood in front of you. He appeared to be in this late 60's, his attire of an upper-classmen, like most men there; a buttoned-up black tailcoat, high waisted striped pants, laced-up dress shoes, a tab-collared dress shirt, and a cravat tie.

“Forgive me for disrupting your thoughts Miss, but are you waiting to check-in?” He asked kindly, his mustache quivering as he spoke. You quickly nod, desperate to finally get a room.

“Follow me to the front desk, Madam,” He instructed, then walked behind the counter. You get up from where you sat to start the check-in process, “Your name Miss?” he asked as he reached for his breast pocket to pull out his monocle. He then looked down at a thick book full of names and numbers, the hotel's record book.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words would come out, only strange buzzing emitted.

“What was that Miss? I didn't quite catch that, ” the older man asked looking up from the book, one of his eyes magnified.

You again try to speak. *buzz* *buzz*

The vibrating phone under your pillow made you quickly jolt out of bed.

I've been reading way too much Jane Eyre.

What a pity it had to end adruptedly. That dream was the best you've had in a long time, and you didn't even remember your dreams that often!

Realization hit you, it was the first day of school. You would be heading back to Gotham Academy after a long summer of hanging out with your friends, reading and waking up at nearly noon every day.

You sighed deeply, pushing your heavy blankets off of you and started towards the kitchen.

You choose to just drink a nutrition shake for breakfast, not because you'd woken up late and hadn't the time to make anything else or because you didn't know how to make yourself a proper bacon and egg breakfast, but because you never had an appetite for food this early in the morning.

Your mother would definitely scold you for not eating at least a slice of toast, she was a strong believer that breakfast was the most important meal of the day. Neither of your parents were home anyway, so ultimately it didn't matter.