Damian Wayne X Reader ((Possible Lemon?))

- Chapter 3 -

  I did as I would told, I stayed put. They brought me down to the ground, and I sat on the sidewalk with my luggage case.

  I had almost forgotten what happened to my dad, I wanted to go hold his hand, but they told me to stay put. I like to follow orders I guess. I waited, I watched the cars pass by and looked down at my nails.

  Not to long after a honk was in front of me, I jumped a little. I looked up and the guy rolled down his window. 

 Heh, the bat wasn't kidding when he said it was Bruce fricking Wayne!

 " Y-You're Bruce Wayne! " I said.

' So, that makes you (Y/n)? ' Bruce said.
 
 I nodded, slightly excited. Not everyday you get to meet a billionaire playboy!

 I got in the back pulling in my luggage, who I was assuming to be his son was sitting in the back as well. He looked out the window. 

  I didn't know Wayne had a kid..  With who is the real question..

 I wanted to make conversation assuming the ride would be long. But I wasn't much of a talker.

 The whole ride was quiet, awkward and slightly annoying. I like car rides, and at night but after everything that happened this week I don't know how to feel..

 I stared out my window and watched, the streets littered with papers and puddles.

  It was a long ride, to me at least. The silence only seemed to make it longer. We all got out and walked to the front door, an old man opened the door.  A butler?

 " Welcome home Mister Wayne! Who's this? " The butler said, his eyes landed on me.

"" (Y/n) (L/n), We're taking her in, she was an orphan, but i'm her gaurdian now."" Bruce said.

" Sorry to hear Ms. (L/n). Anyways come right in, I'm Alfred. " Alfred said with a slight smile.

     I nodded and walked in with Bruce and the other kid.

 I looked over, Alfred was Walking with Bruce talking. Leaving you alone with the kid. He began to walk off.

' Hey! Wait, please! I never asked you name, and plus I need a tour around.. ' I said.

He mumbled something under his breath. I scratched the back of my neck.

" Fine! Only if you leave me alone after. I'm Damian Wayne. " He spoke, kinda in a rude tone.

 I followed him around, his mood washed away my excitement. With such a big mansion i'm not sure i'll be able to remember where everything is. He lead me to a room.

 " This is gonna be your right alright? Go to Alfred if you need anything else, not me. " He said.
 

   ' What if I get bored? ' I said, looking into my room there was only a bed, dresser and closet.

 " There's a tv in the living room. I would invite you to train with me but you would only get in the way. " He said. 

Quite the rude one, huh?

  ' You wouldn't mind if I just watched you then? ' I said, feeling like a creep.

 I heard him scoff, and he began walking away. I took it as yes and followed him. When he saw me following him he turned around. 

 " Stop following me, I didn't say yes! " He almost yelled.

 I frowned, and gave a quick pleaseee. 

" FINE. " He yelled annoyed.

 Score  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) .

Once we arrived in the training room I took a look around, this stuff was expensive. I'm not much of a work out person so I won't be using it anytime soon.

  I took off my shoes and sat on the mat. It was kinda hard for a training mat but at the same time squishy.
 
   Damian didn't pay much attention to me, but I watched as he practiced kicking the air.

  I started to get lost in thought, what if I went out again and something bad happened?

  He might as well train me too. But I can ask later.

   After he finished swift kicks, he punched at a punching bag. I looked around the room wondering why they needed a training room in the first place.

  Doesn't seem like something you put in a mansion. I shrugged it off, quickly getting bored watching him.

    I wanna try something but I have no clue where to begin. The mat starting to hurt so I got up and stretched a bit.

   Damian glanced over at me with a raised eyebrow. I shrugged.


" Well, I'm done here. Go to your room or something, don't follow me. " He said,, his tone softer than before.

 He walked out of the room and I took one last look at the equipment. I could always ask Alfred how to use it, but would he even know..? I'll look into it later, I guess.

  I wonder if they have computers? They are billionaires. 

   Well there must be a library every mansion has one right? Duh.