The Sister-in-law Chronicles
Part One: The one where Jason met a pretty girl and Damian wants to pay her to be Jason's friend... or more (~650 words)
TW: mentions of reader getting drunk, coercion(?), cursing, semi-bullying Jason
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After the night you had, the last place you wanted to be was at a cafe on Gotham University’s campus doing homework. The smell of coffee was too strong, which only made your headache worse. Why did your friends want to go out on a Thursday? You couldn't understand, but at least it was fun in the moment, and there was a hot guy you were able to dance with.
When a little boy walked up to your table and sat opposite you, you wished you'd never drank at all, ever in your life. It would've spared you the even bigger headache heading your way.
"You don't look old enough to be here." You hummed with a raised eyebrow, sipping your coffee and taking in the boy's small frame.
"I am more competent than half of the people on this campus." The boy responded, crossing his arms.
"Sure." You muttered sarcastically. With a sigh you closed your laptop and set your cup down. "How can I help you, kid?"
"My name is Damian, and I am not a kid. I'm here because you were dancing provactively with my brother last night."
"Okayyyy? I was also drunk off my ass last night." You countered and leaned back into your seat.
"My brother does not engage in positive social interaction very often." The boy, Damian, stated and clasped his hands together on top of the table. "You need to befriend him."
"That's sad." The smile you gave him was full of pity he did not need. "It's nice that you're trying to help your brother, but he had lots of people come up to him last night. I'm sure he has options for friends and more."
"He was smiling this morning. Jason never smiles, much less before noon." He argued stubbornly. "You must befriend him."
"Listen, sweetheart, I'm sure your brother is a nice guy, but I'm too busy for this. Maybe find someone else." You laughed airily, the kind of laugh of a woman who was not as busy as she claimed.
"I'll have my father pay for your tuition." Damian blurt out. This was not dicussed with father beforehand, but Bruce would go to great lengths for his childrens' happiness. You didn't need to know any of that, though.
His claim worked to make you pause and narrow your eyes. After a few seconds, you scoffed. "Yeah, right. Be nice to your loser brother and get thousands in tuition paid off. What kind of scam are you running here, kid?"
"It is a very serious offer. I am not foolish enough to make false claims to someone crazy enough to find my brother as a good dance pole." Damian responded and grabbed a pastry from your plate.
"Will your father pay for that danish, too?" You snarked with a grumpy frown. That was supposed to be your hangover cure.
"I will buy ten of them right now on my father's behalf if you are willing to go over a contract with me." Damian hummed and took a bite of his newly aqquired treat.
"Fine." You sighed and rolled your eyes, which prompted Damian to pull out a sleek leather folder. He opened it to reveal a multi-page, multi-clause contract that covered almost any situation you could imagine. He spent the next half-hour going over your duties, how long this scheme would last, and payments. And at the very end, a signature from Bruce Wayne himself (forged, of course, since Bruce still had no idea this was happening, but that's irrelevant right now).
"You're joking." You laughed when Damian was finished explaining everything, flipping through each page of the contract again and again.
"I am not." Damian sighed and slid over a pen and the contract. "Do you accept?"
His question made you hesitate. It was a nice offer. It felt almost too good to be true, but you had always been a little bit too trusting.
"I accept."
