Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 29

"Backwards, left, forward and right," you mumbled to yourself as you and Damian swayed back and forth in circles to ballroom music.

"You're a fast learner Beloved," he said to you with a smirk on his face. "Either that or I just have a really good teacher," you tease, not needing to entirely focus on dancing anymore.

He chuckled before replying, "According to Father it took Todd and Drake several months before they could master the waltz however, you seem to be a natural at it," his face neared yours. "Lucky me," you say as you stared at his majestic green eyes.

"Lucky you indeed," he smirked as you both broke out of dancing formation.

You walk to the nearest wall and sat down against it. You have been practicing dancing for the past hour and a half in heels and a dress, let's just say your feet were not a big fan of this. Beside you was your mask, which you were going to wear once the ball actually started.

Apparently, Damian had taken you to Wayne Manor's 'spare' ballroom since people were already starting to pour into the used ballroom. He wanted you to totally focus on the dancing and not on who was watching you dance.

"So Beloved, you ready to put my teaching ability to the test?" Damian smiled at you, putting his hand out to help you off the floor. "As ready as I am for those mid-terms after winter break," you nervously giggled as you got up and linked arms with Damian, bringing along your mask. "So is that a yes or a no? I thought you enjoyed mid-terms," he teased, opening the ballroom doors for you. "As much as I enjoy life itself," you say sarcastically. "Is that sarcasm I hear in your angelic voice?" Damian acted shocked. You roll your eyes playfully, "What can I say? It's my natural tone."

You walk down a corridor and are met by Jason, all spiffed up and looking like a million bucks. His suit looking like a classic one but having red accents. "Hiya Jay," you say. "Hey (N/N)," he said as he walked closer to Damian and whispered something in his ear.

Damian's expression transitioned into an angry one, he whispered something back into Jason's ear then said, "And Father thinks this step is absolutely necessary?" in an agitated tone. "Would Bruce really make me personally tell you myself if it wasn't?" Jason questioned blatantly.

Did something bad happen? This talk was worrying you. Damian turned to you, "It's an emergency board meeting at Wayne Enterprises, that's all Beloved. I'll be back before you know it," he ensured. "Hhm," you hum and he kisses your cheek. "As for now, Todd you have permission to dance and converse with (Y/N)," he said bitterly, starting to walk down the corridor. "What a privilege? I got permission from the almighty Damian Wayne," Jason joked and linked arms with you. You giggle.

"So, what triggered the emergency board meeting so suddenly?" you question as you and Jason made your way to the ballroom. "Well, apparently Timbo got alerted that someone got through Wayne Enterprises firewalls," Jason says simply. "Do you guys know what they wanted?" you ask interested. "Information, but information about what is beyond me," he said looking at your dress.

"Green, ay?" he smirked. "It is Dames's favorite color," you smiled. "Well, you pull it off well," he smiled back as he unlinked your arms and opened the ballroom doors for you.

Just like last time you were here, there were many people, though this time it was decorated differently and the people had masks on. Balloons, ribbons, and many other pieces that made ballroom look great.

"Dancing lessons with Demon go well?" Jason questioned sheepishly as he put on his red mask. "I can do the waltz properly now, that's something. However, there are still like a million different dancing styles to learn," you pondered while putting your mask on too. Jason chuckled, "One step at a time (N/N)," he said. "Hey Jay, don't you have a date tonight?" you asked not wanting to ruin his escape from the board meeting. "Nope," he answered blatantly, "But that doesn't mean I can't get one," he added smirking.