Firstly: HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!

Secondly: My sister and I decided their ship name would be Rosmian lol. Jacki Thompson a rockstar is not lame! Haha! It's better than my costume, which only consists of a black coat, hood up and a scream mask- I'm only going for the free sweets! :D Water-Iris-Hetalia that sounds sooo awesome!

Thanks so much for the reviews guys! They're all really encouraging!

At lunch, it seemed that everyone had suddenly realised Rose existed. When she went to find a seat everyone smiled at her, waved, and motioned for her to sit with them. To all of them she only smiled politely and shrugged, walking over to sit opposite Damian.

He seemed to notice it too, and tutted.

"Everyone is so fake here," he muttered and Rose could only agree.

She looked around for Jane and saw her sitting on her own, and Rose suddenly felt guilty for snapping at her, for leaving her and was about to get up and talk to her when Damian grabbed her hand.

"Rose, I know what you're thinking, but she isn't worth your time, you feel guilty, but shouldn't she? After all, she wasn't present at your father's funeral or there for you when your mother died," he said, raising his eyebrows.

Rose stared at him and frowned, he was right. Sighing, she turned back to her food; she'd never admit to him that she missed her slightly.

The two of them were too deep into a conversation about their history class that they didn't realise that someone was standing by their table. They coughed quietly and both of them stopped talking and looked up to a blonde girl standing there. Rose recognised her; she was Anna Crowell in their grade and was in all of Rose's classes apart from English and art.

"Sorry to interrupt, but could I steal Rose away just for a second?" She said in her high pitched, annoying voice.

Damian seemed hesitant, but finally nodded.

Rose followed her out the canteen, utterly confused, Anna had never spoken a word to her this whole year.

Anna looked around for a moment, staring at the people around them.

"I just wanted to ask if you could tell me exactly how the industrial revolution started because I-

She stopped when the corridor was empty and turned to face her straight in the eye with a slightly amazed look.

"How on earth did you do it?!"

Rose blinked twice. "Did what, Anna?"

"You know what I mean!"

"I'm afraid I actually do not."

Anna let out a frustrated groan. "How did you manage to get with Damian!? Damian Wayne!"

Rose's mouth formed an 'O' shape and she bit her lip to stop herself from smirking. There were so many things she would've loved to say.

"Oh you know, it was my charm, works every time."

"I don't stuff my bra with tissue every morning."

"I locked him in my room and by the end of the night he could barely speak."

She laughed quietly at her thoughts and Anna stomped her foot.

"You're crazy! You obviously paid him to get with you, he wouldn't ever get with someone so weird by choice, I mean, look at your hair, and did you even try to comb it this morning? And your skirt is so long! You've got such knobbly knees, and you're obsessed with drawing, of all things!"

Rose frowned, she wasn't expecting that.

"Well, maybe knotty hair, knobbly knees, long skirts and drawing obsessed girls are his type," she replied, crossing her arms.

Anna scoffed. "Yeah, right. And your dad's going to come back to life tomorrow."

Rose was taken aback, she stood frozen, not knowing what to say. Anna glared at her and walked back into the canteen. That was a very nasty thing for her to joke about.

Feeling slightly upset, you walked back to her table and slumped onto her seat, not feeling very hungry anymore. She glanced over at Damian's tray and realised he had finished all his food.

"What did she say?"

Rose shrugged. "Some stupid things. Did you know she stuffs her bra with tissue before she leaves for school?" Rose said to him, she felt like exposing Anna a little, not caring about the consequences that moment.

Damian raised his eyebrows, he was not expecting Rose to say that.

"I...uh- Well, you don't, do you?"

"No!"

"Phew."

Rose smiled and laughed. She played around with her food a little, ignoring his gaze, she felt insecure again, all because of something a stupid girl had said, it made Rose laugh how easily she was affected by other people's actions and words.

"All she wanted to know was how I managed to get with you," she told him. "She said that I was crazy and that I probably paid you to date me, saying how you would never go out with someone with as knotty hair as me, knobbly knees, skirt too long and obsessed with drawing by choice."

"Bitch," Damian said, his jaw clenched.

Rose raised an eyebrow, she hadn't ever heard Damian curse before.

"Damian, that's not a very-

"She's been on my case this whole year and won't ever stop poking me during English," he said.

"Well, why won't you just tell her to leave off," Rose shrugged.

"Oh, I have."

Rose nodded and decided not to eat at all, getting up to throw her food away.

"Are you not hungry?" Damian asked her, his eyebrows rose. He stood up to catch up with her.

She shook her head and Damian crossed his arms, Rose knew he would tell her off if he ever noticed her not eating lunch, Rose never did it on purpose, she just lost her appetite very easily.

...

Rose was in the last lesson of the day, and she almost cried when she realised it was only Monday and that the day had gone by slower than a snail, though, art was a relaxing subject to end it on, so she skipped into the class with optimistic thoughts.

"Class, you know your December assessments are getting closer, and for your art one I would like you to start them now, even though it's barely November yet, I want you all to do well, and I know you're all capable of getting the best marks possible," the art teacher, Mr. Rauhl, told them.

Rose was standing behind her canvas, with Damian by her side, right at the back of the classroom. Rose loved her art classes, partly because she loved to draw, and partly because she hadn't ever met a better art teacher than Mr. Rauhl. He was very young, had blonde hair that was always gelled back and always wore a suit and tie.

"This years theme is to draw something that you find symbolising, it could be a scenery, a gift you got from your grandma, it could be somebody's face, or even a memory, anything that means a lot to you and that you think has changed you, either mentally or physically or both! Today, you don't have to touch your canvas, you could just sit down and think of something to paint or draw, but others might start their draft today, on their canvas, we're hoping that this'll all be done a week before your assessments. Any questions?"

Nobody put up their hand up and he clapped. "Alright, get to work!"

Rose sat down by her canvas and got out her sketch pad, opening to a blank page and she held her sketch pencil dangling in her hand. She hadn't a clue what to do.

"Something you find symbolising."

A rose? No, too predictable.

"It could be scenery."

Wayne Manor's back garden? No, too complex.

"A gift from your grandma."

Rose didn't know any of her grandma's, so that was out of the question.

"It could be somebody's face."

Damian? No, too cheesy. Her mother? Definitely not, she'd end up drawing a witch, and that would earn glances, and Rose couldn't bear to draw her father smiling.

"Or even a memory."

Rose stopped swinging her legs and kept her eyes on the paper, already imagining what memory she would draw. Quickly, she moved her sketch pad so it was landscape and drew out a huge pair of empty eyes, no eyelashes, no pupils, no eyebrows, just empty eyes.

Then when she was happy with that, she stared to draw flames in them, and a house in the middle, burning down. The flimsy sketch barely looked right, and quickly she stumbled to the canvas and drew it out bigger, and the flames looked more dangerous, the house more wounded, and added colour, but only to the fire.

Whilst she drew, she felt as if she was there again, she could hear her mother screaming, feel the warmth of the flames on her skin and her sister crying on her shoulder and see her father on the stretcher the firemen were holding. The image was so sharp she dropped her pencil and heard it clatter on the ground. Her breathing was heavy and she saw heads perk up, confused, but when Damian rushed to pick the pencil up the faces started to whisper to each other.

Damian placed a hand on her shoulder and looked at the picture.

"The night your father died," he stated and Rose nodded and felt her eyes brim with tears.

She thought she had gotten over it, had faced the fact her father didn't exist anymore, but this just proved her wrong, it would take more than a month for her to get through it all.

Rose hid her face in Damian's jumper and cried silently, feeling him rub her back comfortingly. She was grateful for just having him there.

After she had recomposed herself she apologised for making his jumper wet with her tears and he tutted.

"I do not care about the jumper, Rose.

Rose wiped her eyes and shrugged.

"Rose, are you alright?" She turned to face Mr. Rauhl and nodded.

"Yes, I'm fine," she smiled weakly.

He crossed his arms. "Are you sure?"

She nodded and put her pencil back in her pencil case.

"May I take a look?" He asked, taking the canvas out of its stand.

Rose nodded again and looked to her feet.

"Sir, I don't feel as if I need to do that all over again, I think that's my final one," she pointed to the canvas.

"Rose, this is a very powerful drawing and shows a lot, very well done," he smiled gently at her. "Yes, I agree, you don't need to do another one, I can already see an A* on this piece of work," he winked at her and she laughed.

He placed it back on the canvas and told her she may draw for fun for the rest of the lesson, which Rose didn't argue with.

She got out her sketch pad and tapped her finger on the paper, thinking of what to draw. Looking to Damian, she saw him frowning deeply at the canvas and stood up to take a look.

Rose walked up behind him, seeing if he wouldn't mind her looking and smiled at the painting.

It was of a baby Robin perched on a branch of a tree, it's tiny beak open holding the stem of a rose in it, the rose itself was big and marvellously red, it was the only thing coloured in. She grinned, she found it absolutely adorable. His cheeks reddened slightly when he spotted her looking and she sneaked a kiss on one of them.

"I didn't know what else to do," he said, finishing the touches of his robin.

"It's wonderful," she told him and he smiled down at her. "Is it your final draft?"

He shook his head. "It's not perfect yet, I'll probably draw about 5 more before I say it's final," he chuckled.

Rose rolled her eyes but laughed with him.

...

"When did you say your birthday was, Rose?" Bruce asked her as they had dinner that day.

"I didn't," she replied, smirking slightly. Her relationship with Bruce had gotten to a point where all they did was talk witty to each other.

"Well, when is your birthday?" He said, smiling too.

"15th of November," she said, taking a sip of her drink.

"That's in two weeks!" Tim exclaimed. "Two weeks is way too short for me to find a present!"

Rose laughed. "You don't have to get me a present," she smiled.

"Of course he has too," Damian said sternly. "It's your birthday."

"Uh- I think you mean, dear brother, it's Rose's birthday," Tim said, smirking.

Damian's jaw clenched and he was about to sprint over the table but Bruce yanked him down again and glared at Tim, silencing both boys.

The rest of the dinner went without much talk; she finished, thanked Alfred for the food and went upstairs to do some homework.

Damian followed close by and just as she was going to start her maths homework he barged in and lay onto his back on her bed, his hands behind his head.

"Hi there," she said, Rose was sitting with her back against the headboard; his head was on the pillow next to her.

"Hello."

"Haven't you got any homework?"

"It can wait."

Damian usually did this, after school, she would go to her room to read or do homework, and he would plonk himself in there too, usually doing homework with her or just sitting there watching her, which she didn't mind but it did weird her out a little.

She asked him why he did that once, and he said he liked being in her presence, which was closely followed by a heated make-out session.

Rose blushed at the sudden memory and she looked at him, he was laying there with his eyes closed, and he had a slight smile on his face.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked softly, running a hand through his hair.

"Just remembering something," his smile widened.

She nodded and moved her hand back to her homework.

"Rose, why are you with me?"

She frowned. "What?"

"I mean, what do you like about me?"

Rose bit her lip. "Well, I like your personality-

"You're joking, right? I'm an arrogant spoiled boy."

"I like your smile and laugh, when you do smile and laugh," she smiled, ignoring his interruption, and she could tell he was rolling his eyes even with them closed.

"And you can be very protective at times, and kind, and thoughtful, and caring-

"Alright, I get it," he chuckled.

She smiled. "Why did you randomly ask me that anyway?"

He shrugged. "I was just...wondering."

Rose raised an eyebrow, thinking maybe he was being insecure again, but she shrugged it off.

After a short silence, he let out a quiet breath.

"Rose I...I like your hair when it's down, I like your smile, and the sound of your laugh, and your dimple...Rose I like it when you hold my hand, and the way you pull at my hair whenever we kiss..."

He opened his eyes slowly and Rose stared at him, she knew it wasn't easy for him to say those things, and right that second she was feeling every kind of happiness and her stomach was fluttering like never before.

She smiled and leant down to kiss him softly, slowly. He kissed back just as gently and Rose felt her insides flutter over and over again.

He placed his hand on the back of her neck and Rose felt his tongue flicker against her lip, suddenly, they were making out as if the world was going to end that night and she leaned into him. They kissed and kissed and kissed, Rose lost track of the time.

When they finally parted he stared at her, stared into her eyes so deeply she felt herself shrink under his gaze. She was still hovering over him; the tips of her hair touched his face, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Rose I-

"Shh," she placed a finger on his lips. "You don't have to say anything."

Damian nodded and licked his lips, closing his eyes; she flopped down to his side and placed her head onto his chest. Soon enough, they fell asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.

Little did they know that two older men were watching the teenagers through the slightly open door.

"Man, you can't find anything cuter than this scene," Dick whispered.

Tim looked into the camera and took a photo of both Rose and Damian sleeping, cursing at the loud sound and bright flash.

"Yeah, it's pretty sweet," he stood up from his couch on the ground and showed Dick the photo. Usually, Tim would've made a stupid comment on Damian, but he wouldn't ever admit to Dick that he was happy that Damian was happy.

"Well, I guess we've got something to put on Damian's Christmas card," Dick said and Tim chuckled as they tip-toed away from the door.

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Awwww another cute chapter, but I promise there will be more drama soon! VERY BIG DRAMA VERY SOON lol. Comments?