Little Miss Mischief- A Damian Wayne x OC Fanfic- DISCONTINUED

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DAMIAN POV:

Bored beyond my mind, I take a sip from my water glass as my plus one hurries off into the crowd.  She was the daughter of some trust fund, and she was only hanging off my arm just for show.

Quiet, prim, and trying to get my attention in more ways than one, Lucy Rayless was my plus one, and the press wasn't very interested in her. They were off my tail after a short time, which was a win for me, at least.

Kent was already here at the party, having arrived just a few minutes ago, and was waiting on Cotello and the girls. They had gone to pick Cotello up from her apartment because her mother was also heading out tonight, on a date, and Cotello had gone full protective mode and refused to leave her mother's side until the last minute. She insisted to at least meet the man, just to make sure he didn't give off the wrong 'vibes', and so would be arriving later as she said in the Otter Bois group chat.

Kent scurried up to me through the crowd,  a glass of juice in his hand. He wears a sharp tuxedo with a blue bowtie, and I am quite surprised he hasn't spilled something on it already. 

 Kent and I often came back to back in nearly matching tuxedos, as we did today, with different colored bowties to set the outfits apart and different hairstyles. My bowtie was a deep red, as my green one was torn to shreds by a tantrum-throwing Titus.

That dog was often well mannered, but I bet Cotello pissed it off somehow with her aura. Sure, she works with animals for a damn job, but Cotello was a major irritant on this dim dark planet we called home.

And yet, I wanted to call that irritant mine, and solely mine.

"Damian! I was looking for you everywhere." Kent scrunches his nose up at me and I roll my eyes.

"T-t. Perhaps if you weren't so short, you'd have found me easily."

"Says the guy who was a midget only a year ago."

"Take that back."

"No way, Jose."

"T-t, where's your babysit-tee?" I glare across the room to the entry way, which was atop a short flight of stairs into the recessed ballroom of the Gotham Convention Center. It was exactly like one of those scenes from a mildly amusing Disney movie that Kent had showed me; the princess would come walking down the steps in full glory to the awe of everyone else in the ballroom. She'd gracefully walk down the steps into the awaiting arms of her prince.

But tonight, she wasn't my princess, and that thought soured the night throughout.

Ugh, why did it have to be like this? Why couldn't I just keep it platonic, why did I have to fall for such an abomination of a human being?

Kent waves his hand in my face. "Hello? Quit zoning out, that's Hazel's niche!"

Snapping back to reality, I mumble to myself and dust off my own tuxedo, unsure of what else to do. I gave Kent a quick excuse and walked into the crowd again, aimlessly drifting amongst the people as my thoughts absorbed my soul. Out of practice, I swerved away from a few inquisitive reporters I hated, and wove in and out of the elite.

A familiar voice called me out of my thoughts. " Girl troubles, Little D?"

Grayson looks down at me, a soft smirk over his face.

"Shut up, Grayson."

"You're not denying it. You came to me this morning, with something clearly on your mind, and then you walked back out. It doesn't take a genius to guess what you're thinking."

"Oh? Then what am I thinking?" I sneered back, annoyance coursing through my veins. 

"You're heads over heels for someone. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was for your plus one, but I do know better, so I'll say Haze."