Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 21

Jason wasn't wrong, you were going to
Damian's room, still feeling guilty you that you weren't with him that day.

You had to admit you were awfully interested to see what he and Jon were doing. You wondered what their unfinished business was.

Reaching Damian's door you see it's closed, the usual. You quietly twist the doorknob.

You see Damian sitting on his bed reading a thick book, while Jon was sitting on the carpeted floor on his phone. You presumed he was listening to music since his earbuds were in.

You just waited for them to notice you, leaning on the doorframe.

"Kent, turn that horrid music down. I can hear it from here, " Damian says bitterly.

"This horrid music beats your boring book any day of the week, "Jon says moodily taking one earbud out of his ear to hear.

"This boring book is a classic, but you wouldn't understand would you? I've never seen you read an actually good book before, " Damian said sarcastically.

You clear your throat before the verbal fight could get physical, which it probably would've.

Damian and Jon's heads turn towards immediately.

"Do you guys always argue like an old married couple?" you ask as you chuckle.

"It's an occasional occurrence, " Damian coolly replied with, looking back down at his book.

"What brings you by (N/N)?" Jon asks happily.

"Oh, you know just hanging out with Damian's brothers, " you say walking towards Jon.

"Not let's see what horrid music you were listening to, " you seize an earbud and listen.

You hum to the beat, which you knew very well. Though "Only Human" by the Jonas Brothers was a relatively new song you knew the lyrics.

It wasn't your exact cup of tea but you would listen to the song occasionally, it was pretty good after all.

"I guess he can't take how amazing the Jonas Brothers are, " you say sarcastically.

"T-t" Damian scoffed from his bed.

"He's been like his all day. It's like he's on his man period, " Jon said sounding genuine.

"Is that so?" You ask, getting up and nearing the side of the bed Damian was on.

"Damian, " you say seriously. "Hhmm, " he merely hums in response.

"What's wrong?" you ask, sitting at the foot of the bed. "-And don't say nothing, there is clearly something bothering you."

Jon then gets up from sitting on the floor, "I'll leave you two to talk then, " he flashes a kind smile as he walks out of the room.

He grunts, "Nothing is bothering me, I'm perfectly fine, " you tried to look into his eyes but wouldn't look at you, he just kept looking at his book.

You grab the book, a copy of Moby Dick from him.

"(Y/N), don't be a nuisance. That's a degree reserved for my brothers, " he folds his arms.

You put your hand on his cheeks forcing him to look at you.

"What's the matter? Why are acting this way?" You ask rapidly. "A-am I upsetting you by being here?" You moved away.

His tense expression softens. "No, no. It isn't you Beloved, it's me, " he moves closer to you.

"What is it about you then?" You ask he's been dogging the question.