Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 11

This chapter and every chapter after it, is unedited, therefore it will eventually be taken down, edited and published again.

---------------Wednesday-----------------

When you went back to school on Wednesday Damian was finally feeling well again, after two days of missing school. He came back really well, no coughing, no running nose, and no sneezing but you just assumed he had a strong immune system.

You got to sit with him at lunch and discuss the meeting he was having with your parents.

Damian usually talking about any subject was very laid back, but even if he hid it you could still see he was nervous about this one.

"Dams, it's going to be fine," you say in a reassuring voice.

"I never said it wasn't going to be," Damian says sounding nervous again.

"I know, but I can tell you nervous."

"No.... how could you tell?" Damian says giving up.

"You keep putting your hand behind your neck and you won't stop fiddling with your hair."

"It's like I can't hide anything from you Beloved."

"So, I was thinking we both go home, freshen up a bit then at around 6 you stop by?"

"That sounds perfect," he says then pecks your cheek.

You saw some lingering eyes when this happened, mostly from the 'popular table'.

A few hours past and you and Damian proceeded to go home.

You eat dinner, take a shower and do your homework, which was double the amount of a normals week's worth. Professor MacPherson the second-year history teacher made everyone in your particular period type a long essay about American History. You had consulted (B/F/N) about it and they said they didn't even get the assignment.

You were a few words away from finishing when you heard a knock on the door.

You then check your phone and realize it was already 6, you've been typing for almost 3 hours.

You hastily type the remaining few words of the essay and head to the living room.

There was Damian Wayne sitting on your couch with your parents in the house. This was something you weren't use too.

You notice what he was wearing, a dress shirt topped with a sweater, collar out and some jeans. He almost never wore collars unless he was forced too. You had to admit he looked more handsome than usual in this outfit. He was really trying to make an effort.

In front of him a glass of water.

You smile a big happy smile when you see him and he does the same.

You go to sit next to Damian on the couch, your parents already sitting on the other side.

"So nice of you to join us, (Y/N)." your dad says trying to get on your nerves.

"I was a few words away from finishing my essay, and besides I only missed a few minutes of this discussion," you say very calmly, you didn't feel like arguing with your dad.

"Tell me a bit about yourself Damian." your mom says in a serious tone, trying to change the subject.

"Well Mrs. (L/N), I'm the fourth and youngest male in my family. I was raised by my mother and grandfather until the age of ten when I was put under the care of my father." Damian said both formally and confidently.