Older! Damian x Male Reader Prt 14 (Ugh Roomates)
Sorry for any grammatical horrors and for the story being a bit bland. Y’ve wondering around the house for quite some time now and you still haven’t found a place that seemed inviting. One would think that it would be an easy find since the house is mostly composed of rooms. Magical or otherwise. Nether the less you continued to search. After a while you decided to get a snack to see if it would help you feel better. When you arrived to the main entrance you stopped and looked at the door; located on your left. Then looked at the stairs and the entrance to the main dinning room and then back to the door. You didn’t know why but you had a feeling that you should stay there. Usually when you had this feelings you were right; so against your better judgement you stayed. A few minutes pass and you head for the door. It was as if something was pulling you towards it. Once there, you thought about opening the door, and you were quite conflicted about this. Why did you mind didn’t want you to do it? But you didn’t know. Yet there was something telling you to do so. So you did. And upon doing so you find yourself dreading it instantly. “Oh it’s you.” You and a voice said at the same time. You hated being right in these types of situations. The person behind the door was not other than Damian Wayne the prodigal son of the Wayne’s. “Who would have thought you would be lucky to find yourself in such lovely place. Quite opposite of your usual..”
“My father lives here.” You intervened not wanting to deal with him at the moment. Sighing you continued by asking: “What do you want?”
“Well my father had business somewhere else today and I was to go with him. But since he hasn’t answered his cellphone the few times I called. I grew concerned. So after I discovered where he was I drove here to get him.” He informed you in a matter of fact tone.
”He is still here? Wow. Whatever it is that they were discussing must have been important.” You thought. “He should be outside in the first garden.” You mentioned opening the door fully so Damian could enter. “It kinda looks something from Alice in Wonderland. And it’s the first one on your left.” Damian hummed letting you know that he got what you said and went to get his father. While you continued to head to the kitchen, but you stopped debating whether or not help him get to the garden. ”Does he even know where he is going?” “He is smart he can handle it.”
“Yeah but that wouldn’t be very polite; now would it?”
”I honestly don’t want to deal with him right now.
”But you have to be the bigger person here. You have to make eat his words even if it’s a little.” You continued your small debate until.... “Damian!”
“Yes?” He turned to look at you with a serious look. “Follow me I know a quicker way. The house is kind of a maze so...” You said motioning him to follow. Damian stared at you thinking if he should follow you or let his pride lead the way and probably end up lost. “Alright lead the way.” He answered heading towards you.
The walk was quiet. Neither of you dared to talk. Mostly because one: you really didn’t want to deal with his remarks and two: you just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. Oddly enough Damian did not seem annoyed or mad to be in your presence. He seemed curious which he was. It surprised him how serious you were and that you seemed exhausted. It didn’t seemed it was a physical exhaustion, but it looked more emotional or mental kind of exhaustion. Plus the mansion seemed very interesting. It was filled with a lot of paintings and antiques. The place looked very spacious and it had a peaceful atmosphere. All in all The Bastion mansion piqued his interest, Damian secretly hopes that he can continue exploring the house. The walk to the kitchen wasn’t long, but it felt like it. But you ignored it and headed to the fridge. Damian stood at the entrance waiting for you to finish so that you can leave him at the garden with his father. You pull out a gallon of water and look at Damian, who’s eyed widen a bit of surprise. You looked so tired and oddly alluring. You were standing in front of the refrigerator, your left ram rested on the door, your was still holding the handle of the gallon that you took out, while the light of the fridge lightly illuminated your features. The whole thing looked straight out of those romantic movies that his family sometimes watches. He couldn’t help but stare. You wrapped your right hand behind your head thinking about something, which made you seemed conflicted, but quickly sighed in resignation. Damian continued to look at you, his head bobbing to the side trying to figure out what you were trying to do or say.
“Uh if you go through this door you make a quick right, theres a small path head towards it, at the end turn right, continue walking till you start seeing on your right a ballroom, when you do turn left and another quick left. That is where you’ll find your father and mine. If you get lost just remember: a quick right, right, left, and a quick left. Got it?” You finished looking at Damian making sure the he understood. He rolls his eyes a bit memorizing your instructions and nodded.
You pick a cup and start serving yourself water. Noticing that Damian hasn’t moved and had a look on his face that seemed like he was concerned about something. You look at your cup and assumed it was because you didn’t offer him some. Looking at him you raise your cup and ask: “Want some?”
Damian stares at you a bit more before shaking his head. “Um no I’m fine. Thank you for the offer though.” He said as he started to make his way to the door, located a few feet away from you. When Damian arrived at the door he turned to look at you. You do the same, seconds pass, you both nod and Damian exits the house to look for his father. When he arrives at his destination he stops and looks up noticing that the sun was setting and whispers “I should stop watching movies with Grayson.”
