Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 18

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

It was yet another boring Friday afternoon, you were leaving your last period and heading to your locker. The only thing you could think about was the sheer amount of homework you had, you knew it was high school but every class but two gave it out that day.

You groaned.

You then feel arms wrapped around your waist, slowly tightening their grip of you. You didn't need to turn around, you knew who it was.

"Yes, Mr.Wayne? " You smirk.

"You busy this weekend?" he asks as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

"Hhmm, let me think. Beside Biology, History, Science, Social Studies, History, Maths, and English homework, I'm for the most part free," you say rather hastily.

"Why do you ask Dams?" you continue on.

"I don't know, maybe you could come over, but since you have a lot to do..." he teases.

"I'll be there Damian, homework may take painfully long to get done but I'll eventually finish." you giggle.

"See you there then, Beloved," he smirks as he opens his locker.

You went home, your backpack feeling as if it were filled with boulders.

It took many hours of required focus, determination and mental math for you to finally finish your huge pile of homework, needing a bath, a meal and a long rest afterward.

-------- Saturday --------

You woke up at around 12 and was still exhausted, just getting out of bed made your muscles ache.

For most of the day, you just watch TV shows on Netflix, until 5 o'clock when you took a hot shower and got dressed to leave.

Just as you are about to twist the knob of your door to leave, it opens and your parents are on the other side.

"Where do you suppose you're going?" your dad asks you grumpily.

Your mom folds her arms.

"Out," you say plainly as you try and walk passes them but they form a sort of block.

"-And where is 'out'?" your mom asks.

"Aren't you both supposed to be at work?"  you ask irritated.

"We're the ones asking the questions, now where were you going?" your dad said very seriously.

"Wayne Manor."

"What were you planning of doing there?"

"See Damian."

"That's it? If that was the case why didn't you tell us where you were going right away?" your mom investigates.

"Because I knew you would argue with me anyway!" you exclaim a true fact.

"It's Gotham and winter, it gets darker earlier now it's dangerous for you to be taking taxi, who knows who the driver could be. If you're still going, which I know you are, at least let us drive you." your dad grumbles.

If I decline they get mad, if I accept the car ride is just going to be a long one-sided conversation about all my flaws.

"Fine! Drive me then," you exclaimed.

You walk outside and get in the car, they do the same. The engine started and it was quiet for a few minutes, you stared out your window looking the snow grazing the streets.