Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 19

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

Just a few more sentences and this essay is will be done with.

"Miss (L/N) and Mr. Wayne your presence is wanted in Miss. Pio's room," Mrs. MacPherson said getting off the phone.

"We only have a few minutes left of class, it's best to put your things in your lockers. Essay is due tomorrow," she added on.

You closed your History textbook, return your pencil to your pencil case and gathers everything into your binder.

Great, now I got more homework.

Damian was already waiting for you by the door, holding all his things. You near him and he opens the door for you.

You walk in silence to your lockers, the halls were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

You unload all your things into your locker and grab your analysis notes for the project, which is what you assumed Miss. Pio called you and Damian down for.

You shut your locker and face Damian who again was already prepared.

"Ready?" he finally says.

"Yeah," you nearly whisper.

The bell rang on your way to Miss. Pio's room and classes were dismissed, some students going to lunch and others to their next classes.

You both enter the classroom.

The room was filled with many faculty members including Mr. Strange, Miss. Pio, Mr. Langstrom, Mr. Silversmith, Mr. Scarlet, and a few other familiar faces that you couldn't name.

They all turn to you and Damian when you first arrived.

You gulped.

"Miss. (L/N), Mr. Wayne," Mr. Strange says with a nod.

"You may begin presenting," Miss. Pio says as she and the other faculty find seats.

You turn to Damian and whisper, "You can discuss the good qualities of this program, then I'll talk about the improvements that can be made."

"Right then," Damian replies with. "Don't worry, it's going to go well," he adds on before walking to the center of the room.

Damian presented, sophisticatedly. He spoke clearly and confidently, no stutters what-so-ever. He stood up straight and had a serious face on, the look someone would have on their face before they enter war. His voice sounding fruity, deep and strong in a pleasant way.

After a couple of minutes, he finished speaking and it was your turn.

You always had a fear of presenting stuff.

You and Damian exchange spots, you in the center, him at the side now.

Reading the notes you took, you went through the major flaws of the curriculum that you and Damian decided on and explained each one thoroughly.

During your part of the presentation, the teachers looked a bit intrigued, finding the things you were saying very interesting.

You finally finished through all the key points you wanted to talk about and Damian again joined you, in the center of the room.

"Well done, that was thorough and sophisticated for kids your age," Mr. Strange says.

"We will take your suggestions to improve the curriculum into account," Miss. Pio then says.

"As for your grades, they will be brought up immediately. They'll be sure to catch college admissions counselor's eyes," Mr. Langstrom says.

"Thank you," you and Damian say in unison as you beginning to leave the room.

"Oh, and one last thing. Here's a pass, for a longer lunchtime," Mr. Scarlet says handing you two passes.

You both nod and leave, head back to your locker and to get your lunches.

"I'm truly sorry for leaving you in the lurch Beloved," Damian says looking into your (E/C) eyes.

"Dami, you have nothing to be sorry for. As I told your brother I understand, Wayne's are very busy," you say kissing his cheek.

He holds your hand with his cold ones, "Beloved, you don't always have to be so understanding. You can tell me if your mad, I feel horrible for what I've done," he says frowning.

"I'm not mad Dams," you smile. "You go find us a table in the courtyard, I gotta go use the restroom."

"We'll discuss this at lunch, Beloved," he says making his way to the courtyard.

You walk to the bathroom conveniently close to your locker.

After your done, you too make your way to the courtyard with your lunch. Today was a cold yet sunny day, perfect for eating outside.

You push the glass door open and try to spot Damian. You do, he was sitting a the picnic table with (G/N) twirling her hair and while talking to him.

Damian didn't even look at her as she spoke. He simply had an annoyed look on this face, while he ate his lunch.

Damian's eyes wander everywhere but (G/N)'s direction, until they lay upon you. A worried expression immediately replaces the annoyed one.

(G/N) turns around to see what Damian was looking at, then smirks. She puts her left elbow onto the table and places her chin onto her palm, turning her head away from you.

You walk over to the table, sitting on the edge of the side Damian was on, sitting in between (G/N) and Damian.

You didn't pay any mind to her, you just unpacked your lunch while she just stood there.

She groans, huffs and puffs and eventually leaves.

You couldn't help it, a small smile tugging at your lips.

If you'd reacted she would only pull another stunt like this again, maybe since you didn't she would be frustrated that her methods weren't working.

"Beloved, " Damian says.

"Mhmm, " you hum to show you were listening.

"We still have to discuss our issues, " he says again we a concerned expression.

"You still feel bad about standing me up? Even after I told you it was okay."

"So horribly bad. I truly wanted to be with you that day, a day where I could see your face for more than a few hours," he was frowning.

"Damian, you don't ever have to apologize for having to leave abruptly for family business."

"Maybe you could come over this weekend --and I ensure you this time, I'll be there," he tries to suggest.

"Oh, I'm sorry Dames but I'm supposed to hang out with you brothers this weekend," you admit feeling a little guilty.

When you hung out with Tim the topic came up and you couldn't decline.

"You could always join us?" you quickly add.

"I-It's fine-," he coughs toward the end of the unfinished sentence.

"Dami, you okay? I know you don't ever stutter," you ask placing your hand on his back.

"Fine, " he says trying to reassure you. "My brothers are very untamed, are sure you want to spend an extensive period of time with them?"

"Entirely! I want your family to like me of course, so why not get to know your brothers?"

"Well, I do believe me and Jon have some unfinished business to attend to nonetheless, " he says calmly.

"That's good, I wouldn't want you to be bored while I'm away," you plop a grape into your mouth.

A/N
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