Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 5

A gentle breeze passed you as you leaned on the railing of the balcony, staring down below at the alluring garden. Though it was winter it was quite prominent that there was definitely still life on Wayne Manor's grounds; hues of many different colors glistered through the light coat of nearly-melted snow covering the greenery.

The rarely seen sun was high in the sapphire sky, water droplets dripped from leaves developing pools of water on the stone pavements. The area was so peaceful: the sound of classical music drifted through the balcony's open doors and the singing of birds filled the air. You take a deep breath in, stand upright, and turn to your companion.

He stood at the center of the terrace, one hand holding a paintbrush the other holding a palette, various shade of colors collided on the slab of wood. His eyes were trained on the canvas, occasionally looking up at the reference in front of him.

The glowing light, offered by the sun further magnified his strong features. His olive-toned skin that glistened in the light. His slicked-back jet-black that mirrored the sunshine with his every movement, and his fierce-looking angled eyebrows. His almond-shaped eyes and thick, long eyelashes that hooded his mesmerizing jade irises. His upturned nose and bow-shaped lips that were a tint of pale pink. His square chin, and sharp, defined jawline that resembled his father's uncannily. You have never really gotten a good look at him before-you could've if you really wanted to but you had never the desire.

His velvety, royal purple curtains flowed into the terrace, occasionally brushing up against his back. Damian Wayne surprised you, not only by the way he's been acting as of recently; friendly, but his fashion sense did too. You'd think Wayne's would always be in formal-wear, well you'd be wrong. Damian seemed to love hoodies, sweatpants, turtle necks, and occasionally slacks, anything comfortable.

“I do my best work when I'm not being observed,” he said all of a sudden. He didn't look at you, he just continued putting down the paint around the pansies he just finished painting. Your eyes widened. You had just looked him up and down, unintentionally and he saw you–Gods you just radiated awkwardness. You needed to come up with a witty response–and fast.

“I've never seen anyone this good at art up close before, ” you say, taking the topic away from you supposedly ‘checking him out’ and back to art. You weren't being dishonest, he was incredible at art. After the movie had ended, you'd asked him about the light table and easel displayed in his sitting room and he showed you some of his past art projects. They were so beguiling, every color was blended so well, the contrast and shadows were done perfectly in every piece of art. So naturally, you asked if he could paint something in your presence.

He looked past his canvas to where you stood, he looked you in your (E/C) eyes, then his gaze slowly migrated-he looked you up and down as you did to him. His expression was blank and unreadable, you had no idea what he was thinking. “I've become accustomed to seeing you in uniform, it's rather strange to see you in normal attire. It, in truth, reduces your preppiness, ” he spoke.

Was that meant to be a compliment or an insult? “I can always count on you for good compliments that help increase my self-confidence, ” you say in a sweet yet sarcastic tone. He chuckles and takes the canvas off the easel, facing the painting in your direction. The violets, calendulas, pansies, English primroses, and winter jasmines were all beautifully painted. He captured the nearly-melted snow too, the puddles of water, and the stone statues and pavements below.

“You must display that somewhere in your sitting room. It'd be a crime to just store it in one of your drawers, away from anyone to see, ” you smile. “Perhaps, ” he pondered. You heard a phone buzz, you presumed it was his. He placed the painting back down on the easel and pulled the phone out of his sweatpant's pocket to check the notification. Seconds later, you too were greeted with a buzz; you silenced all social media notifications so it must've either been a text or a school-related notification.