The Tomboy (Damian Wayne/Robin x Reader)

Noticed & Clashing

The next few days had been rough. Why? Because Roy was having you training so much more often. He started this the day after you had trained with Dick and Jason, because you almost got hit with a bullet on a mission. Well Roy wasn't having the idea of that. He would drill you until you would give the look that said you couldn't take anymore. So you were exhausted on your drive to school, but you weren't nodding off. Just more of muscles being sore. In fact you were running off an energy drink and some toast. God bless the person who tested you today, because you weren't taking shit today.

Damian was sitting, outside, on a picnic table. He was reading and glanced up when he heard a motorbike roll up. He watched someone dismount the bike and he could see the slight outline to what seemed to be breasts. A girl here rode a motorbike? Odd. He never recalled any girl come into school on a motorbike. He was slightly confused on who you were. He couldn't see your face due to your helmet.

You had just shut off your bike when you were about to dismount, when some bitch parked way too close to you, and almost pinned your leg between her car and your bike. You were centimeters from having your leg ripped off. You were able to safely dismount, but boy were you furious. "HEY BITCH!" You took off your helmet and tossed it onto the pavement.

"Sorry dyke!" Lillian, a famous cheerleader said, she laughed.

You lost it. "COME OUT OF THE CAR! I WILL SHOW YOU SOMETHING!" She obviously wasn't getting out of the car. You pointed to the line that separated the parking spaces. "YOU SEE THIS RIGHT HERE?! IT SPLITS THE SPACES SO EACH PARKING SPACE HAS A SAFE ENTRY WAY! IT ALSO MEANS TO NOT CROSS THAT LINE! CAN YOU SEE IT?!"

Lillian just stared at you in a bit of fear.

"YOU OBVIOUSLY CAN'T BECAUSE YOU CAN'T EVEN DO YOUR EYELINER CORRECTLY! NOT EVEN TO DO A LITTLE WING! YOU BLIND, EGOTISTICAL, MORONIC, BITCH!"

Lillian was scared to death of getting out of her car now.

Damian watched you say this and he was a bit surprised. He was known for his temper, but maybe you had it worse than him? Well that is what he thought. Boy did you have a strong vocabulary that involved a lot of cussing. He watched you pick up your helmet, shove it into your bag, and shake your head. Everyone was surprised what happened, but soon it went back to its normal activity. He thought it was kind of rude how you talked to that girl, but he didn't know what you went through. He didn't even hear what Lillian had said to you.

You felt eyes on you and your head snapped to him. Your (E/C) glared at his green ones. "The fuck you looking at Mr. Rich Fuckboy?" You growled.

Now that made Damian snap. He looked at his book, slammed it shut, and got up to yell at you. However, you were gone. Damian was fuming and his hands were into fists. How dare you accuse him of such a thing! Who did you think you were? He went to find you, but he couldn't seem to find you. Probably because you took the only class, you had with him, as a free period. You got to do what you wanted.

You were now in some athletic clothes and were practicing some basketball. You could bounce the ball between your legs, do the spider trick, stutter step, and so much more. You were a boss at free throws, rarely ever missed one. A few times some coaches asked you to join, but you refused because you preferred to not being caught up with a bunch of girls who would make fun of you some more. The sound of dribbling, your basketball shoes squeaking against the floor, and the sound of your favorite music only played. You had a cart of basketballs right beside you. Your mind was not focusing on cooling down, actually it was flashing back to your inner demons. The bullying, your brother nicely declining you to join him in missions, having to go to a school that a bunch of rude people were at, and how you were tired of being asked questions. You kept making free throws at each thought.