Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 28

You were silently sipping your tea, at the dinner table while reading a copy of Macbeth. The noise of your mom cutting vegetables and your dad's snores rang in the background.

When you were reading you typically got too indulged in the story and often would block any other noises out, but the sound of your mom snapping at you awoke you from your trance.

“(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) get the door,” she practically shrieked at you from the kitchen. “Huh?” you answered. “There was a knock on the door. Can you not hear?” she said angrily.

No more words were exchanged between you two as you got up from your seat and walked towards the door, in your PJs.

You peeked through the eye whole and see Alfred. Everyone's favorite British Butler, seeing him make you smile he is always so jolly. You open quickly, welcoming cold air in. It brushed against your poorly covered legs, giving you chills.

“Good morning Mistress (Y/N)," Alfred greeted in his British accent. “Morning Alfred. What brings you by?” you smiled. “I'm here to drop an invitation, Miss,” he said as he handed you an envelope with perfect cursive writing on it. “It is regarding a Masquerade Ball being held at Wayne Manor on New Year's Eve,” Alfred added. “Thank you, Alfred, but please tell Damian that a text or call would've served just fine,” you smile at him. “I'll be sure to inform the young Master of that,” he chuckled. “Would you like to come in for some tea or such?” you ask feeling a smidge guilty, he did come all this way just to give you an invitation. “I'm very sorry Miss, but unfortunately my presence is required at the manor,” he explained looking down at his pocket watch. “Oh, it's okay. Have a lovely day then,” you said.  “You too Miss,” Alfred said as he walked away from your doorstep.

Shutting the door you head back to the dinner tables and sit down. Your tea was now cold but still pleasant to drink. “Masquerade Ball, huh?” you whisper to yourself as you opened the envelope.

A golden invitation card was inside, every word written in perfect cursive, the card asserted when and where the Ball was. There were also two golden tickets included.

“Who was that at the door?” your mother questioned. “Alfred, the Wayne's butler,” you explained. “What did he come by for?” she continued interviewing. “He gave me an invitation to the Wayne Masquerade Ball.” Your mom neared you and took a look at the invitation. “You need to buy a gown and mask,” she said. You shoot her shocked look.

She's letting me go to a party, without arguing with me?

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“I think I've just found the perfect one for me (N/N)!” (B/F/N) squealed as she jumped around in the dressing room.

You sipped your iced-matcha latte and looked at the dress on (B/F/N). She was right this dress was definitely the one, it hugged her in all the right places. It was a long cobalt blue, off the shoulder satin gown. (B/F/N) made sure to get Jon's favorite color to more appealing to him.

“Its perfect on you!” you encouraged. “Great, now it's your turn,” she smirked at you. “Emerald green is definitely the color we're going for," she added. “Why? So I can be more appealing to Dami?” you joked. “Yep,” she answered simplistically.

You took peaks at a few more shops for dresses. At this point you were exhausted, it took three hours to find (B/F/N)'s perfect dress how much longer would it take to find yours?

You heard your ringtone play from your pocket as you and (B/F/N) were in mid-conversation about how she thought that Jason Todd had the best thighs out of the Wayne's.