Damian's point of view
I was walking to yet another boring, useless day of being with a bunch of imbeciles, in the pit of Hell, or better known as school.
Father and Grayson thought it would be nice to have me be with children my own age. I completely disagree. Everyone is always coming after me because I'm the son of Bruce Wayne. Especially girls. All of the girls are always coming after me, trying to flirt with me, and trying to get my number. It's really annoying.
Yet, there is one girl who doesn't treat me like that. Her name is Emily Anderson. She's my age, black hair, bright blue eyes. She's also really nice. We became friends at the beginning of the school year. She was lost, and I was bored. I decided to help her, especially since we both had the same class.
After that, we became close friends. And I might, MIGHT, have a small crush on her. Ever since I met her, I've changed. I seem to be happier, and less moody. She's always known how to make me smile, even after a fight with Father.
Emily and I met up to walk to class. Did I mention that she's mute? She always carries a notebook and pencil around, or her phone. It's the only way she can communicate. We finish school, and as we are walking out, I ask her if she wants to hang out at my place.
She looks down at her phone, and a minute later I get a text from her.
"I would love to Dami! Let me get some stuff from my house first." She is the only one that's allowed to call me that nickname. Alfred comes and drops us off at Emily's house. I follow her into her room and she runs around grabbing a whole bunch of things.
"You may spend the night if you would like. It is a Friday evening. No school tomorrow." I suggest. She smiles excitedly and nods. She packs a spare backpack full of stuff she'll need and we walk out of the building.
When we reach my house, I immediately grab her hand and drag her into my room. I don't want Grayson or any of the other imbeciles seeing her until dinner.
"I'm going to tell my father that you are staying the night with us. I'll return shortly." I said, walking out of the room.
"DAMIAN, WHY IS THERE A GIRL IN THE HOUSE!" 'Lovely, Grayson and Todd have found Emily. this should be an interesting conversation.' I think to myself before walking back to help Emily.
A/N sup! Sorry for not updating in awhile. Life is hard on my end of it. I know this is short and let me know if you want a part 2 of this. Also, give me ideas! I am running low on ideas...
Stay Traught and Feel the Aster!
~Taylor