Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 23

You were gently laid down on the bed, giggling. "So what exactly are we going to be doing now?" you ask teasingly. "While you unwind I'm going to take a bath," Damian said taking off his shirt, facing you.

You blushed intensely as you stared at him. His gorgeous green eyes, perfect muscular abs, pitch-black raven hair, and his strong arms.

He merely smirked at you, knowing it was the first time he got shirtless in front of you. He then enters the bathroom and lighty shuts the bathroom door.

This snapped you out of your trace of staring at thin air. You looked around the room trying to find something to do while waiting.

You see one of his work table drawers wasn't shut all the way and peek at it's contents. The most noticeable thing you saw a huge drawing pad. You pull it out of the drawer and examine its components.

Opening the drawing pad you see floral designs, beautiful views, some people, and animals which looked familiarly like Alfred and Titus. They all were amazingly drawn. You looked through the many drawing for a few more minutes.

The bathroom door opened, Damian standing at the doorway ruffling his wet hair with a towel.

"I see you've stumbled onto my old sketches," he smiles. "You never told me you drew, these are amazing," you say honestly. "That (L/N) is one of my many talents," he says cockily. "Is that right?" you teases as you hand him the drawing pad. "That is right," he repeats again smirking, "Draw me like one of your French girls then," you giggled, jumping onto the bed and getting into a dramatic pose.

Damian just laughed while you couldn't even hold the pose for a few seconds without breaking into a fit of laughter.

You get off the bed and go into the closet pulling Damian along with you gently. "I'll be needing Pj's," you smile. "Of course Madame," he joked as he found a t-shirt and some pajama pants. "Thank you, good Sir, " you smirked as I went to take a shower.

After you finished you leave the bathroom and see Damian on his bed, again reading Moby Dick. You didn't get to look for long though, he stared up from the book at you, "Last time you wore my clothes we had just met and this statement would've come off as eerie," he said. "Go on," you smile, "I adore when you wear them," he smirked. "Maybe I'll just have to wear them more often then?" You tease.

You climbed back into bed, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "So, what is it with this book? What's so good about reading about some whale?" You asked confused. "A friend of mine, Colin recommended this book for me. He said it was good, and so far it is. The author uses a lot of metaphors and I find it quite interesting how and why he used them, I read it more out of fascination."

"Uuh-Hhmm," you hum in response. He then puts the book on this bedside table, turning towards you and cupped your hands. "Beloved, I'm sorry I can be difficult sometimes. Especially when it comes to my brothers," he apologizes. "Now, what did I do to deserve someone as sweet as you?" You question.

"I love you," He says. You couldn't believe there short and simple words could melt your heart so quickly, every time he said them. "I love you too Damian," you smile sweetly.

You then yawn, it was probably already really late. Damian then turns the light off at his bedside table. He shuffles a bit on his side of the bed but eventually finds a comfortable position.

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"(Y/N), are you asleep?" He mumbled. "No, not yet. Why?" You asked smiling in the darkness. He shuffles around a bit more, sifting closer to you and climbs on top of you.