Damian Wayne x Reader Cold Love (COMPLETED)

Chapter 11

We arrived at the mansion. We entered and the warm air brushed my cheeks. He took of his mask and turned around so I could face his jade green eyes. It made my heart skip a beat but then my heart stung.

- Good night. He said while entering his room, I stood there for one two, three seconds waiting for I don't know what. I then entered my room and changed then I went down to the cave. I couldn't sleep, of course I was tired but I couldn't stop thinking about Damian. I went down and sat on a chair next to a small table playing with a batarang. I needed time to think to understand myself, I was pretty certain about who I was before I met Batman. But now, I'm not so sure about my feelings anymore.

- Hi, why aren't you asleep? I heard a husky tired voice, I looked up only to see Tim yawning as he sat down on the chair in front of me.

- I can't sleep. I told him but he didn't seem to buy it. Of course he didn't his IQ is unbelievable.

- What's wrong? And don't lie to me cus I can feel your shitty mood all the way to here, so tell me what's on your heart this wonderful night. He asked trying to cheer me up.

- What is this, the "talk about your feelings club"? I jokingly mocked him with a hint of irritation in my voice, but he gave me a serious unamused look. Ok ok fine! It's Damian. I finally say. I try my best to be his friend and to be nice with him. I really want to understand him, but every time I look at him he looks back at me like I'm some lost dumb kid that can't do anything right. I let out a deep sigh as I planted my face in both hands.

- It hurts. The pain grabbed me by the throat and shook a hot tear out of me that made its way down my cheek. I looked away not wanting him to see me cry. He lifted my chin up and wiped away the tear with his thumb while he waved to me to come hug him. I sat on his lap while I let him wrap his arms securely around my waist and up my back.

- Damian isn't the easiest one to talk with and he has a hard time opening up. He didn't have a childhood. He said with sadness in his eyes. He gulped as he let out a deep breath. And his mother is dead. He spoke while he stroke my back. I could feel my body shaking in his arms but I couldn't stop.

- He is actually talking more now that you came. He needs you even if he doesn't admit it. Trust me we are all glad that you came...you're the glue between the papers. He said with a chuckle that was lacking happiness. Somehow I felt better. He always knows how to cheer me up, what to say and when to say it. I kinda feel dumb for being a crying baby, I'm actually 17 for God's sake.

- Come on now you need some rest I heard you had a busy night.

- Thank you Tim. But how did you know? I asked but he just shrugged. Damian must have told him. I gave him one last hug and then got up. We walked back up, I said goodnight and went straight to my room and I let the darkness take over the room as I drifted into a deep sleep.