.⋆♱ EPITAPH What does a Robin do when he learns of a telepath? Damian gets very intrigued.
.⋆♱ CAUTIONS telepathy soo invasive to the mind? i guess?
.⋆♱ COFFIN CONTENTS meta!reader, telepath! reader, eerie and weird!reader, robin!damian, reader and damian are classmates. damian is observant asf but like he’s trained to be, ages unspecified but assumed to be of age, high school and Advanced English, identity reveal, wonky school schedules, crack fic taken a tad bit seriously.
.⋆♱ A STARR'S WHISPERS listen, i don’t know what possessed me to write this at 1 am okay? sleep deprivation probably. it’s wacky and weird idk i apologise in advance
Stop following me.
Robin freezes as he hears your voice loud, it echos once, twice, as if his mind were an empty room. He’s been spoken to before, simply through the connection of minds and not sounds of the mouth, but never from you. Especially never expected to be you.
He can’t explain in the moment, but you’re looking right at him, which should be impossible, he’s completely engulfed by shadows, his breathing is controlled, everything he’s knows to remain undetected, and yet, he feels the weight of eye contact as he gazes at your face from the distance, perched and blended up in the buildings of Gotham.
You clock your head to the side, almost like you were amused, no expression on your face albeit the wide, unblinking, unsettling eyes.
Damian.
You add, his own name echoing in his mind. A chill passes through him, involuntarily sending an almost invisible spasm through the muscles of his entire body. Robin, as he’s dressed at the moment, doesn’t seem to fool you, and he wouldn’t expect it to, if you were capable of such telepathy to project your voice into his mind.
You seem content, breaking your stare with a blink at last. Boredom slots itself into your feature and you turn, casually, like a normal person, as you continue down your path.
For a first time, in a long time, Damian had a spark and skip in his steps as he climbed up the stairs of Gotham High. He should’ve known better than yesterday. On patrol, in a decent but still dangerous part of the city, solo instead of the duo with his father.
Damian had never taken a special notice to you. He knew a lot about all his classmates, he did background checks, as not to be caught off guard at any time. And you hadn’t stood out one bit. Though, he’s sure that’s the intention. Average grades. Middle class familial income. No criminal charges yet. Your profile blended in perfectly with the rest of your peers.
Until yesterday that is.
Now he swings the door to his home room open. The room falls quieter at his arrival, not silence but one knows not to raise their voice in his presence. Damian eludes intimidation, part intentional, part uncontrolled annoyance. All conversations were now being carried out in regular or hushed tones.
It doesn’t take more than a moment to spot you, chair turned back to chat with the girl behind you. Unlike yesterday, you’re all smiles. Perfect portrayal of a teenage girl. You twirl your hair, the barest hint of make up on your face, as you giggle at something your friend says.
Damian doesn’t make the mistake of looking too long, he moves with precision as he heads to his desk, back corner next to the window. From where he’s situated, he has an unobstructed view of the entire room, each and every student.
You don’t pay any special attention to him, he doesn’t expect you to. You now laugh at two boys, better described as jesters, as they make a comically exaggerated rendition of an interaction they had the day prior.
He watches strategically as you simply exist, who you interact with, how you interact with them, your expression when you think no one is looking at you. But you do know. That he’s watching. One doesn’t need to be a telepath to feel those incessant green eyes baring into your existence.
His patrol had started a tad bit early last night, he was out in spandex the moment the sun went back to rest against the horizon and the blanket of darkness overtook the city.
He had spotted as what he recognised to be a group of girls from his class, laughing and chatting as they roamed the streets of Gotham, slowly loosing members and the group reducing as they passed by each girl’s house. Even then you didn’t stand out to him, actively participating in the conversation and being what he saw as quite normal, body language, expressions.
Until you were the only one left. He didn’t set out with any ulterior intentions as he trailed you, only to make sure you made it home safe, he remembered thinking it was utterly moronic of you to be walking alone at a time like that.
Then you paused in the middle of a deserted area, Damian’s silent footsteps also stopped as he awaited your actions. You turned on your heel, facing his exact direction. Compared to the carefreeness you displayed just minutes prior, your body was now rigid and your head turned slowly to look straight at him.
The rest is history.
Twenty minutes into fifth period, Advanced English, one of the classes he shared with you, the teacher picks you out to fetch something from the back of the class, from right beside Damian. You make no protest, you straighten up, smoothen your skirt then make your way. Damian notes it all, as you weave through the desks, two girls smile brightly at you, three boys turn back as you pass them to look at you with the wrong intentions.
All in all, you make to him with no hesitation, until a soft bump into the side of his table. Your perfume floods his nose as his pencil finds the flood with a soft thud, he bends down to retrieve it as do you, crouching down. “Yikes, sorry.” You say, no strain in your voice, as you reach for the pencil at the same time as him.
Your fingers brush, just momentarily.
I have no intention of being a loud mouth.
And that moment is just enough. He hears your robotic voice again, but in the privacy of his head now paralleling last night. “Here.” You whisper out loud as your fingers curl around the pencil first, you stand back up immediately, placing it on his desk with a polite smile, one you probably have given him in passing before.
The spell is broken just as fast as its passed. He gives you a faux-irritated huff that he would give any of his classmates. Just like that, you go about your task, getting what you need, returning to your seat. You keep your head straight for the remainder of the class, as he watches you from the corner of his eye.
Damian doesn’t know the extend of your powers, but he makes it a point to banish all thoughts of his nighttime activities and any sensitive information, for all his knows, you can hear every thought, read every emotion that passes through him.
The bell screeches, a wildly unpleasant sounds that all students have grown used to, indicating the end of the class. Voices of his classmates erupt around him, even before the teacher can exit the room. There’s a group of boys arguing about the justice league, a couple making out, other scattered groups, including yours. The girls around you and engrossed in a discussion about perfume and make up.
Your siting facing his direction, offering an opinion occasionally, resorting to listening to the argument with a smile and the occasional laugh. But it’s just as he expected, your voice worms its way into his mind yet again.
A secret.
Damian finally looks at you, properly, and your eyes meet his, first time since the previous night. A beat passes as both of you feel the tensions rise, a beat where there’s no one but the two of you in the room.
Can you keep it?
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I got cheated on recently, what's the easiest way to kill someone?
((A joke but not really 😔))
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Ooooohhh that makes sense. We're having beach day together (unfortunately) soon si tgat would work. He's definitely gonna try and 'explain' then anyways.
I got cheated on recently, what's the easiest way to kill someone?
((A joke but not really 😔))
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, dear. But there is a lot of things influencing what the easiest way to kill is. I assume you don't intend to eat the body afterwards, so you could try having a small vial of bleach with you, and the next time you see that person, pour it in their drink. It's summer, after all, so they should have one."
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