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Jon Kent helps you out of the vehicle. You thank him but thought it was silly to use this type of transportation. Both of you had powers, superpowers that enabled flight. Knowing Superman though, he would want to keep a low profile. You glance behind, seeing the normal-not-so-normal reporter exit out of the driver’s seat and despite his best efforts to conceal his identity, it didn’t help much, not when he was oddly jacked and consisted of an obvious build.
“So this is the Wayne Manor” You said with a smile. “It is what my mother had said it would be”
Jon smiles as he stares over the entrance. “It’s even cooler inside! Let’s go!”
He grabs hold of your hand and you yelp before a laugh escapes out of your lips. This was going to be fun, you could tell.
“Now me and Bruce Wayne are going to have some sort…of meeting” Clark Kent says as the three of you stroll up the stairs. “I believe that the two of you are going to behave” He gives a pointed look in his son’s direction, and his son, emitted an offended look.
“Fine…” He grumbles. “Let’s go find Damian”
His father gave a nod of approval before he disappeared at the end of the hallway.
“Who is this….Damian?” You blink in confusion.
Jon’s soured look disappears as a grin takes over him, mischievously. “Oh, he’s Bruce Wayne’s son, kind of grumpy actually but I just know he’s a softie”
As they turned around, there was an elderly man behind. He wore a dark black suit and had a circular metal plate on his right hand. He bowed gracefully. “Greetings, Master Jon, Miss y/n, I am Alfred, the caretaker of this household, would you care for a few snacks such as sandwiches? Or perhaps, a chocolate drink?”
“Sure will!” Jon answers while you tilt your head in confusion, having no idea what those were.
“To the kitchen then” Alfred smiles as he turns around, walking ahead with Jon following him excitedly.
As you begin to follow the two, you hear sounds. Melodic sounds, coming from one of the doors. It was faint but you could hear it with your evolved hearing. The curiosity getting the better of you which was a trait your mother had sometimes praised or scolded you for it, you decided to follow the tune. Your feet hovering above the floor. Finding the door, it is closed and you hesitate to open it. But the tune sounded so wonderful and joyous and you felt your limbs itching to play along.
This tune…is something I have never heard before
Opening the door, you find a young boy, strumming something in his hands. It looked like a stick and an….instrument? Is that what they called it? The instrument leaned above his shoulder and with his other hand, he pulled and pushed back the stick on the string. It was an….odd way of playing an instrument, you noted but the sound seemed to come from it.
His face looks relaxed as he closes his eyes, he sways along with the music. His hand gracefully slides upwards and downwards. It looked magical in your eyes and your ears were filled with a wonderful sound.
Without knowing, you feel yourself nod with the melody.
It is beautiful
You hummed too.
Then a second later, the melody seemed to stop.
Opening your eyes, you find yourself staring at glaring green eyes, green eyes that are so clear, they remind you of jewels, he glares at you with much aggravation and annoyance over his features.
You don’t flinch, you feel a smile bloom on your face.
“What was that melody?” You watch his movements as he drops the instrument from his shoulder and is now held by his hand. He was pointing to you…the stick? The stick that he had used to play the tune a moment ago.
He doesn’t reply and there’s a frown on his lips. His jewel eyes scan your figure.
“Adagio by Albinoni” He retracts the wooden stick. “Now, get-”
“What is that stick for? Was it playing the tune?” You interrupt due to your overwhelming curiosity. Moving closer to him, he takes a step back, not bothering to hide his wariness.
Eyes glued to the object, you point at it and blink up at him with anticipation.
“It’s a…bow” He answers, with unease. “And this is a violin” He holds up the wooden instrument.
You frown. “A bow? A bow is supposed to be a weapon, is it not?”
He gives you a puzzled look. Now that you pry your eyes away from the objects in his hands. You notice that he had a lean but muscular physique despite his young age. He looked about the same age as you too but you could tell that you were taller than him. He had short, dark black hair that complemented his sharp, angular facial features and stern expression. His green eyes were still glaring at you, it felt like it wouldn’t go away soon either.
“What are you? Some kind of alien? You’re not from Earth” He stares sharply. “What is your purpose here?” He was in some kind of stance now, pointing the bow at you with much force, the wooden material hovered inches from your heart.
You hold your hands up. “No no! I did not mean to offend you-”
“Oh, believe me, the last thing that I am is offended” He pierces.
Nervousness begins to brew inside of you. With his burning eyes and hostile nature, you thought about what you would do.
“I am….y/n, I arrived here with my friend, Jon Kent” You say in a meek tone.
At the mention of your friend’s name, you swore you saw his perfect eyebrow twitch. He lowers the weapon and sighs, he then drops the instrument and bow carefully on his bed before he pinches the bridge of his nose, there’s a slight vein popping out of his forehead.
“Kent!” He suddenly yells.
A whoosh of air passes through and in an instant, Jon appears just beside you, munching on bread. Jon glances between the two of you, observing your slightly fearful expression and the boy’s heated stare. He swallows.
“Oh…” He chuckles nervously. “I see that you’ve found Damian”
So he is the Damian that Jon spoke of
Damian shakes his head. “What was she doing all alone in the manor? You just left her all by herself?” He says in irritation and you take notice that his voice sounded a bit too raspy for someone so young.
Jon looks at you, a wince on his face. “I thought she was behind me…”
“For what? Ten minutes had passed, Kent”
You flinch at Damian’s tone, moving behind Jon, shielding yourself away. Damian followed your movements, and a flash of emotion passed through him before it quickly disappeared.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry” Jon covers your figure. “She’s new here okay? Go easy on her”
Peering from Jon’s shoulder, you were still a bit taller than him, you look at Damian. He was a good-looking boy but the constant scowl on his face made it harder for anyone to admire his features.
He meets your eyes for a few seconds before he looks away.
“Tsk. I do not do easy” Damian mutters. You swore there was a kind of color on his cheeks.
Jon sighs, dejected before he moves you forward with his free hand.
“Anyways, this is y/n, Wonderwoman’s daughter. She’s staying with me for a few days” He introduces cheerfully as he continues to eat away his snack.
“Nice to meet you, Damian” You held out a hand. He gives it an icy look.
Damian doesn’t shake your hand, he crosses his arms in reply. “I was not aware that the woman could conceive a child this frail”
You stare at your outstretched hand, you can’t help but finally feel affected by his cold attitude and snarky remarks.
Your rounded eyes glistened like they were afraid to cry. Your hand shakes and you retract it and you bite your lip, trying not to quiver. Damian seemed to notice your change in demeanor and he cast a glance, his eyes widened at your tearing expression. There’s a bit of panic swelling in his pupils.
“I see that I am not wanted”
Tears welled up in her eyes, shimmering with unshed emotion before spilling over.
You hover past them and down the stairs, you feel hot liquid flowing as you push open the door of the Manor swiftly but softly. You ascended higher, and the familiar landscape beneath began to shrink. You feel the breeze of air thumping your figure in every direction as you trail the pathways leading to the area in your mind.
“What the heck dude?!” The super exclaimed. “Why did you do that?!”
The surprised expression on the other boy's face was evident but it had quickly vanished, he did not reply.
“You didn’t have to treat her like that! You know she’s suffered too, it’s not just you Damian” Jon rubs his temple, trying to calm his frustration. “You need to start caring about other people’s feelings”
He shakes his head in disappointment and closes the door shut.
Damian stood still, seeming unresponsive and unable to tear his gaze away from the spot.
You shut yourself in your room, or rather, the guest room of the Kent’s. They were so kind and caring and you felt terrible for not letting them inside when they were always checking up on you after what had happened. When you arrived at their home, luckily, Lois had not arrived yet. But an hour later, Jon and his father came in, they knocked on your door and you knew they could have used the window or even kicked the door out of its hinges, you were thankful that they had not.
Instead, they waited for your replies if you wanted to chatter.
You didn’t feel like talking. You could still remember his words from hours ago and it stung, it had struck a nerve. Tears welled up once again and you hastily wiped it away, not wanting to cry.
It was close to midnight now and you felt your eyelids closing.
WHOOSH
Your eyes snap open and you sit up straight.
Glancing to the left, The window was clear, showing the outside view. However, there was a red silhouette sharply defined against the dusky backdrop. Robin was outside the window, looking directly at you with his masked eyes and black hair that framed his face.
“Robin….?”
You heard stories of him and saw images of him.
From your call, his head tilts and he taps gently on the glass. His eyes meet yours, conveying a message as if urging you to open the window and let him in.
What was he doing here?
The coolness of the floor beneath your bare feet contrasted with the warmth of the room. With each step, a sense of anticipation and confusion grew. Gently sliding the window open, a rush of fresh air brushes past you and a presence beside you, turning, You find Robin standing still.
He was young just like what they had said.
“Robin? What brings you here?” You frown, uncertain.
As he stood in front of you, there was some kind of…..nervous energy about him. His typically and said by most people, confident demeanor seemed to cease, he was avoiding eye contact as he fidgeted slightly.
"You are aware of who I am, right?" Robin finally speaks, his voice low.
You blink in confusion.
Seeing that you certainly had no clue. He gives an annoyed look before he grunts, slowly, he peels off the mask from his eyes.
You're staring at green eyes, again.
"Damian…?"
The moonlight seemed to reflect his eyes and you felt a tingle up your spine, you didn't know what it was. All you knew was that his eyes were sparkling like emeralds.
He nods.
Damian Wayne is Robin
Then you remember his words, his remarks when he had given you a tone that said you were a nuisance. When he had called you a frail child. It still stund.
"What…what are you doing here?"
Having no heart to be angry or to cry again. It was true anyways, you were weak and you were a nuisance. Sometimes, you couldn't control your powers, doing more harm than good and sometimes, maybe your personality was too much.
As if your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He turns away and clears his throat.
"In light of my recent….actions" Damian crosses his arms. "I find it imperative to extend my contrition"
Registering his choice of words, it takes a second for you to understand the meaning.
An unexpected smile comes from you.
"Are you trying to apologize?"
Damian's cheeks flushed in an instant, eyes darting away in embarrassment. He shifts his feet from one foot to another, trying to regain composure.
He clears his throat.
"I must concede that my past actions have been less than honorable, causing you emotional distress" He doesn't dare to look in your direction, finding the white wall endearing.
It brings an even wider smile to your lips.
"Consider this an earnest first step toward rectification" Damian declares, finally holding your gaze.
He then outstretches his glove.
He had extended his hand, expecting a formal shake.
Your eyes momentarily stay fixated on his offered hand, a conflict of battle within your mind.
After a brief pause, you move forward, taking a closer step and bypassing the gesture altogether. You wrapped your arms around him in a warm embrace, catching him off guard.
He grunts, not expecting your action.
His usually icy demeanor had been momentarily shattered by the unexpected gesture. His eyes widened in surprise, confusion evident in his posture as he raised his arms, not touching your figure, trying to take a hold of the situation.
Meanwhile, your smile only widened, he could feel the tips of your lips from his chest.
He was warm and…nice.
"What is this?" Damian finally managed to utter, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and curiosity, losing its tone of coldness.
Sensing his reaction, you pull back slightly to meet his gaze, your smile gentle as there was a heated blush on his face.
He clears his throat, momentarily at a loss for words, the blush lingering still and you could feel the acceleration of his heartbeat from your fingertips. You step back, deciding that you had gone out of the boundary already.
"It's a hug" You answer, your smile never wavering.
Damian still had a pink coating on his cheek but he didn't look away. "I'm not accustomed to such….gestures"
"Well, you better start getting used to it, since you are now my friend"
And for the first time, he smiles.
"Will you continue to eavesdrop or will you finally come inside the room?" You say to no one, after Damian slash Robin had left a few minutes ago.
It was dawn already and you didn't notice how many hours had passed when you and Robin had made amends. It was fun, getting to talk to him. He didn't say much, only listening to what you had to say and giving comments here and there. You learned that he was stoic but he had this humor, sarcastic humor that made you laugh. He liked animals too, you took note of that.
The door creaked open, two figures were looking at you sheepishly.
"Like father, like son" You shake your head.
"Sorry, we just got worried" Jon gives an apologetic face yet it does not look believable.
"Atleast it's nice to know that kid cares, he's just not open to show it" Clark Kent, the supposed adult, comments, obviously trying for a way to change the topic.
"I suppose" You smile. "He's quite a puzzle"