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The Realization || Damian Wayne X Reader

✧ A Miscommunication - Chapter 2

word count: 4232

warning/s: fluff, cursing, normal teenager talk, reader being a dumbass,

a/n: Yes second chapter is finally here! Sorry for the long wait, I was sick the past couple days. But I'm good now. This one was very fun to write, and if you notice I'm already teasing some future spin-off lol. That being said, thanks for being patient, and I hope ya'll enjoy!

The day went by with its usual lectures, quiz papers, and the overall chaos that was Gotham Academy, and it was now lunchtime. The cafeteria was just as noisy as the halls were this morning, maybe even more, the lunch hour tended to that to people.

You had just gotten out of the lunch line and were now seated at your usual table.

Crystal was doing a recap of the gossip she heard today, and you and Katrina listened eagerly. Despite you being in a bad mood since one of the stalls ran out of your favorite drink.

The gossip was very interesting though, a student had gotten caught vaping in the bathroom, the resident on and off couple were now on again, and a pair of students were sent to the office for PDA, though everyone knew that it was probably an overreaction on the school's part.

You had begun munching on your food, still listening intently to the details Crystal poured out. She knew how to make something boring exciting, and something exciting even more so.

This was evident in the instance that none of you noticed Damian suddenly standing at the side of your table, or the sudden halt the scene had rippled throughout the room as the students observed and began to gossip once more.

It took a gentle tap of his hand on your shoulder for you to finally notice him. A tap that you had passed onto Katrina, and that Katrina passed onto Crystal till you all were now looking at the taller boy.

"Oh, hey Damian," you greeted after you had swallowed your food, he, unfortunately, caught your attention whilst in mid-chew.

"Hiiii Damian," Crystal waved enthusiastically.

"Sup," Katrina simply and politely added.

"Hello," he smiled down at all of you, placing onto your table items you didn't notice him holding: a pack of gummy worms, a pack of sour belts, and a yellow carton which made your eyes widen.

"For me?" You asked, pointing at the items he placed on the table.

"Not everything, don't be selfish," he rolled his eyes playfully.

"The drink is yours. I saw that there was only one left and I know how you get without it. I decided to save everyone the misery," he joked, making it your turn to roll your eyes, albeit with a smile on your lips.

"These are for you two," he turned to your two friends, gently pushing the snacks towards them.

"I thought it would be rude to only bring a snack for one person, I hope the selection is to your liking."

"It's totally to our liking," Crystal answered without hesitation, giving Damian a smile before bringing the food closer to her.

"Thanks, Wayne," Katrina had to say for the both of them, as Crystal had become too busy ogling the treats.

Damian wasn't offended though, simply stating that they were welcome with a smile before looking back at you.

"Yeah, thank you," you repeated once he turned back to you. This wasn't the first time Damian had gotten you something from the cafeteria, but you couldn't help but still feel embarrassed.

Not only because he got things for your friends too, and from what you knew they were barely acquaintances. But also because you suddenly became aware of all the eyes on you.

Why couldn't people mind their own business?

"But you really shouldn't have. These aren't the cheapest things to buy."

"Yeah," Katrina chimed in from your side.

"Thank you, really," Crystal finally added, now looking a tad sheepish.

He shook his head with a low chuckle.

"It's completely okay, I promise."

"But Dami, -" you protested, only to be cut off by the drink being shoved into your view with the straw already placed inside.

You didn't even see him do it.

He then said your name, much like a warning, his voice seemingly going down an octave as his eyes focused solely on you as you looked at him from atop the carton.

"You're not going to win this argument, might as well take it. You know you want to," he tilted his head, his lips curving upward as he raised his eyebrow in the way he always did when you were being stubborn with him.

Huffing at his expression, you took the drink, taking a sip already to avoid any further argument.

With this, he finally looked pleased. Smiling down at you in a way that had you smiling back through sips of the chocolatey drink.

"I'll see you later then," he said with a parting nod, mostly to you than anyone else.

He then walked away, his posture as straight as ever. To anyone, he would've looked like the epitome of confidence, but that was only from behind. In the front, his lips were pressed together in a thin line, heat creeping up his neck as he fidgeted slightly with his fingers.

You watched him leave without even noticing it, only looking back at your friends when he finally sat back down at his usual table, with his usual circle.

When you did look back at them, you felt the prying eyes of the other students leave your table and heard your two friends' eyes speak volumes.

"What?" Your voice cracked the tension their combined gaze had created, making them let out a series of groans and huffs that finally had you answering the question you knew they were trying to ask.

"He was just being nice, it's what friends do."

That wasn't the answer they wanted. And the next round of groans and huffs told you that. But you simply shrugged, once again having enough for that day.

Honestly, why couldn't they just drop it?

"Hey, he bought you guys snacks too. That's friendly."

"On the surface, yes it is friendly," Crystal argued.

"But you have to look deeper."

"He gave us stuff too so it wouldn't be obvious that he likes you. And you're a dumbass who fell for it."

"You're delusional," you snapped, turning back to your food and shoving a spoonful into your mouth to avoid further conversation.

However, she was just as stubborn as you.

"Hey, I'm your friend, and I would jump in front of a bullet for you. But I wouldn't buy you whatever overpriced drinks they sell here."

Crystal gave an incredulous look as you continued to chew your food.

"She does make sense though," Katrina's voice suddenly rang through the air, but still you ignored her words. Continuing your strategy of shoving food into your mouth to avoid talking about it.

They gave up after you took your third spoonful, going back to the gossip recap. But due to prior events, you could no longer focus on the idle chatter.

You found your gaze drifting in Damian's direction. And you watched intently as he spoke to his friends, he was giving some occasional input, but he mostly gave polite nods to whatever they were discussing, and he laughed along when they laughed.

You had been watching him for a minute or so, but by some force, as if he felt your eyes even from across the sea of students, he turned to meet your gaze.

At the moment heat flooded your cheeks, you felt like a creep and you were about to turn away. But before you could he raised his hand in a small, almost shy wave, with an amused smile on his lips.

This had all negative thoughts leave your mind as you waved back at him, giggling at how stupid you guys must have looked before turning back to your two friends.

They were still going on about the gossip, and as you now began to half-listen to their words you kept your lips pressed together to keep a question from rolling off your tongue.

It was a question that had suddenly popped into your mind and crawled to your throat after that small interaction. You tried so hard to keep it in, but after a good few minutes you just blurted it out.

"What makes you guys think he likes me?"

Your words made whatever they were talking about come to a burning stop. They shared a look after recovering from the initial shock, knowing that they had to play this smart.

"First off," Crystal started.

"We don't think he likes you, we know he likes you. And we know you like him too."

"Just answer the question," you waved your hand at the comment, your curiosity for the first time stronger than the annoyance you felt from the teasing.

"Well, I always see him look at you, and I always see you look at him."

You gave her a look that said it all.

"Hey, it's either that or you both just conveniently space out in the other's direction," Crystal countered your look whilst raising her hands in defense.

Then Katrina added.

"He also smiles a lot when he's with you. He rarely does."

"What the hell are you talking about?" You raised a brow.

"He smiles, not always, but a lot."

"Yeah," Katrina shook her head, amused at your utter cluelessness.

"He smiles a lot at you."

Her words made you go silent for a while, reaching for your drink and taking a sip as thoughts you didn't understand began to consume you.

But Crystal's voice pulled you out before you could drown.

"It's also like you've gotten happier ever since you guys became friends."

This had your brows scrunching together.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm not really sure, heh," she shrugged.

"I guess there are just some things you can talk about and do with Damian that you can't talk about and do with us."

"And the other way around of course," Crystal suddenly added.

"Come on dude you can't really talk to him about Taylor Swift's lyrical genius, and how Eren's attack titan could totally-"

"What Crystal is trying to say," Katrina nudged the other girl before she could go on a tangent.

"Is that he seems to make you better. He completes you in a way. In what way we don't know exactly, that's for you to find out. Again, we just see it in how happy he makes you," she gave you a warm smile.

"And we like it when you're happy," Crystal ended, also with a smile, rubbing her side that Katrina had nudged a little too hard.

A smile crept its way onto your features as well as you looked at them with warmth in your eyes. They were your friends for many reasons, and moments like this were one of them.

"I see, that was beautiful guys" you hummed, glancing back at Damian for a split second. Before you looked back at Crystal and Katrina who were now staring at you with the same intensity your eyes had suddenly harbored.

"Too bad you guys are wrong, that all would make a good rom-com though."

*****

The day ended almost exactly as it began, with you and your friends walking along the halls minding your own business and Damian coming in so he could whisk you away.

Your two friends were about to head home anyway so you bid them goodbye with a promise of a video call tonight so you could study together. Then you were off with Damian to the cafeteria to get a small snack before you waited at your usual spot to get picked up.

This time you paid for his food, much to his dismay. But one glare and a slap of your hand on his were enough to shut him up as you victoriously handed over a few bills to the cashier for the exchange of two sandwiches.

"You know, I don't really mind paying for you," he sighed as you both now sat on one of the benches in front of the school, about to dig into your food.

"I get it, you're rich," you teased, taking a bite out of your sandwich and turning towards him just in time to catch his eyes narrow and his lips jut out in a small pout.

"You're hilarious," he rolls his eyes, taking a bite of his sandwich too, swallowing before he looks at you again.

"But I am being serious," he then says your name slowly, your eyes locking.

He looks like he's about to continue, but he hesitates, eyes flicking down for just a second.

"You know," he clears his throat.

"I just want to help where I can."

At his words, you smile at him, a smile laced with a little bit of sadness, you knew what he meant.

He was always so considerate, and you appreciated it. Friends helped each other where they could, but sometimes the help made you feel less than, no matter how sweet the gesture was. You just didn't want to be a burden.

"I know you do Dames, I really do," you took in a breath.

"But I'm telling you, it's fine, I'm fine," you gave him another smile, but this time you actually tried to make it reach your eyes.

The look he gave you said he didn't buy it

"Hey," you nudged his arm with yours.

"It's not like I'm losing any money. You bought me something earlier, take this as me paying you back."

"I suppose," he finally relents, taking another bite of his sandwich.

Though from the way his eyes shifted, you could tell that he was yet to be convinced.

"Anyways, I heard that Tiff and Jake got back together," you tried to clear the air.

And by the way, his features twisted in disgust, you knew your attempt was not for not.

He made a sound that was akin to one between fearful and annoyed.

"You heard," he shivered.

"I saw."

The delivery of his words made you laugh, so much so that you had to lean your head against his shoulder so you wouldn't topple over, the bench had no backrest after all.

Damian didn't mind, he simply indulged you as your laughter morphed into silent amusement after you urged him to continue. All the while not removing your head from his shoulder.

He went on, complaining about how overly touchy they were.

"A pair of animals with too much misplaced carnal desire." To be exact, and how their pet names and words of endearment made him want to gag.

You let out small chuckles throughout his tangent, the way he spoke so eloquently yet with such disdain amused you. When you first met him you thought that he could never speak in such a way.

But Damian Wayne was just full of surprises.

Very much so.

Time seemed to fly by as you both sat there, talking, laughing, soaking in each other's company. Or maybe time just seemed to move so quickly because you enjoyed the other's presence too much.

Alas, all good things, even something as trivial as the two of you sitting down on a cold stone bench, needed to come to an end. And the time came for Damian to stand as his usual ride arrived, now parked at its usual spot.

You stood along with him, the two of you tossing your food wrappers into a nearby bin.

"Well, I have to go now," he shifted almost awkwardly in his place, something you didn't notice as you were too busy adjusting your backpack's straps.

"And by the way, I'll have the answers to our Calculus homework done by 8:00. So you don't need to text me asking for help."

"Hey," you placed your hand on your chest in mock offense.

"For your information, I don't copy your homework, I just use it as a basis to check if my answers are correct," you said sticking your nose in the air for some added dramatics.

"Of course you do," he rolled his eyes as you dropped your act with a chuckle.

A few seconds passed and you both just stood there for a while, with Damian finding interest in his shoes and your brow crumpling in confusion as your gaze switched between him and the sleek town car parked behind him.

"Dames. Don't you have to go?"

"Oh, yeah," He cleared his throat, turning to glance at the car for just a second.

"I just need to ask you something," he finally met your eyes, his hand clenching and unclenching much like this morning. But this time you don't notice, you were too busy trying to fathom the sudden tension in the air.

"Ask away," you told him despite your confusion. Again, you miss the way he takes in a few small breaths, still not meeting your eyes.

Just like that, a hundred, no, a thousand questions flood your brain. A breath hitches your throat, your eyes widen, and your grip on your backpack grows tighter.

"May I kiss your cheek?" He had asked in a mumble, and Damian Wayne seldom mumbled unless it was to hide some pointed remark.

Yet his tone held no bite, his gaze not glaring. His voice was soft and slightly shaky, and his eyelids fluttered, half-covering his eyes as he continued to avoid your gaze.

You had no time to wonder why, however, as he was still waiting for an answer.

And despite all the thoughts running through your head, you couldn't think. So in your moment of weakness, you breathed out.

"Yeah."

It was octaves lower than your usual tone it was the lowest you have ever heard yourself. And Damian would have teased you if he wasn't shaking in his perfectly polished shoes.

It happened so quickly, if you weren't so aware of him, his presence, his lips, you would not have felt it. But you did, as featherlight as it may have been, you felt it. Your whole being did. At his touch, your skin went ablaze and your heart began doing a number on your ribcage. So much so that its thumping filled your ears.

You barely even heard it when he once again mumbled a goodbye accompanied by a promise that he'd see you tomorrow before he ran to his car. Yet your hand still raised itself in a pathetic wave, the only thing you could respond with as shock held your tongue in a chokehold.

Your hand didn't come down and your senses only came back when the car revved to life and drove off.

"Fucking shit," you mumbled, both hands and each of your cheeks as you sat back down on the bench.

Your friends were going to get an earful.

*****

As expected, the video call study session turned into a war meeting. You tried so desperately to keep your voice down in your room, sat on your bed with your earphone mic clutched as close as possible to your fast-moving lips as you gave Crystal and Katrina a full rundown.

"What the fuck?" Crystal gasped at the end of your frantic tone, her expression of confusion clear despite the grittiness on your phone screen.

"Then he just left?"

"Yeah, then I just ran home, I didn't know what else to do."

"Why did you say yes though?"

"I don't know," you yelled into the mic, instantly curling up at the sound of your voice, eyes quickly glancing at your door.

"I just did, and I'm so pissed at myself, fuck, fuck, fuck," you silently groaned, cringing as this afternoon's events flashed in your mind over and over again.

"What am I supposed to do now?"

"Bitch, if I were you I wouldn't be able to talk to him again," Crystal mirrored your panicked expression.

With this, you were now at the brink of another tangent, but Katrina stopped you before you fell.

"That's the fucking opposite of what you should be doing." She griped, glaring at the both of you, and despite being at the mercy of your phones you could still feel the sharpness.

It was the first time she spoke during the entire call. It was clear she actually thought about and processed everything you said, even more so than you did.

"It's not the end of the world, you both are blowing this way out of proportion,” she ended with a sharp point of her finger, prompting you and Crystal to seal your lips.

"Freaking out about it, and planning not to talk to him is the worst thing to do right now. You should be thinking about how you feel about it first. Get your questions out and try to answer them yourself, and then the ones you can't answer, you go out and ask him. Damian’s the one who asked and did it, he’s as much a part of this as you. If you don't talk to him of course you're not gonna figure anything out.”

Her words were slow and steady, a far cry from your prior tone. Allowing you to process all that she said. You found yourself nodding along as Katrina continued. However, there was still a panic in the pit of your stomach that you just couldn't shake off.

“How exactly do I do that though?” Your tone shook and the grip you had on your earphone mic loosened.

“Like I said,” Katrina sighed. “Think about how you feel first, then get your questions out.”

“So," she said your name slowly." How do you feel?”

You both locked eyes through your respective phone screens, and you took a deep breath before speaking.

“I don’t know exactly, I’m obviously confused. But there’s also this weird feeling in my stomach I just can't explain.

A silence rumbled through the lines as you thought for a moment, only to be stopped by a sentence that had the cogs in your brain turn like no other.

“Maybe it’s love” Crystal chimed, a distant look in her eyes.

“Not helping Crys, ” Katrina hissed for you, clearly aware of your sudden shift in demeanor.

“I'm just saying maybe it is, maybe you saying yes wasn't an accident, " Crystal continued, shifting in her bed, now pointing at the phone screen for added theatrics.

"Maybe it was some Freudian slip. Or is it Friedman slip? " she shook her head.

"Whatever it is, that’s probably why it's such a big deal to you. I mean, I’ve kissed you on the cheek more than once, and you've never freaked out like this.

"Rude by the way," she tossed her hair. "I'm such a fucking catch."

“Crystal," Katrina warned.

“Sorry, I'm just saying," Crystal sighed.

"I don’t understand how love works, but I know it makes you panic over the dumbest shit. Maybe that’s what you're feeling, you liked it but you’re internally gaslighting yourself that you don’t."

"You like him dumbass," she gestured almost aggressively.

"But you're just in denial."

Blinking at her words, you stayed silent. Your eyes had cast downward and you had absentmindedly reached for your cheek.

“Where was this energy earlier?" Katrina asked, amidst your dilemma, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Crystal chuckled with a shrug, "Bitch, I don't even know."

You paid no attention to their banter, too hung up at what Crystal just threw at you. It wasn't all that different from what they have been telling you before. But considering the context, it felt like something new, something that made sense.

You felt her words in your mind, the pit of your stomach, and the slight tingle that remained on your cheek from that afternoon.

Perhaps it all did make sense, you did regret slipping up your words, but you didn't regret how it felt, how you felt in that moment. It did feel nice, the way he asked was so nice, his lips were just the right amount of soft and chapped, and–

You blinked again, pulling your hand away from your cheek. Your heart was at it again, and so was your brain.

“Shit," was all you could muster.

"Hey, you okay?" One of your friends asked, you didn't even know which anymore, your thumb was already hovering over the end call button

“I’m sorry guys I have to go, thanks so much for the help. I’ll see you tomorrow," you sped through your words, immediately ending the call before they could say anything. You would be seeing them tomorrow anyway.

Pulling the earphones off and tossing your phone to the side, you collapsed on your bed, face first with a deep groan. You liked Damian Wayne, and you didn't know if it was a good or bad thing.

What would happen next?

Did he even like you back?

Did you even have a chance?

With another groan you flipped over and ran your hands upwards on your face and into your hair, pulling at it slightly. So much had happened today, and you were tired.

You would get to the bottom of this tomorrow, you promised yourself. Right now, you need to rest.

Before you could even close your eyes, however, your phone buzzed. And you were forced to blindly reach for it with your foot, and maneuver it into your hand. It was probably Crystal and Katrina spamming the group chats worried about you suddenly dipping.

But what you saw almost had you drop your phone.

Damikins

The answers, as promised. :>

The text read, followed by two attachments.

Sighing, you stood up from your bed, you just couldn't escape him, and you still had homework to do.

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