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“Yep. The little demon spawn’s at it again. Its been like the third time this week i think, and i swear he’s going crazy over this… Girl. ” Jason points out at Damien furiously painting another portrait. Another portrait of you.
“ Beats me to why he does it, the house is gonna be filled with pictures of her face at this rate. He’s practically obsessed,” Dick continued, internally flabbergasted at the grip you have on the youngest Wayne’s mind.
Damien sits quietly in the garden, hunched over a small canvas, expertly painting the strokes that define your face. This time, he just had to capture the smile you gave him the friday prior. He couldn’t get it to leave his mind, no matter how hard he tried, the memory flashing through his head possibly several hundred times a day. It wasn’t often that a billionaire's son would offer to walk you home after all.
The walk home wasn’t even that far off from the school you both attended. So ,it came as a surprise when the youngest Wayne meekly offered to chit chat with you more on the way home. You obliged, feeling flattered that he would want to spend more time with you. Flashing a toothy grin, you start walking home, with a Damien tailing you close by.
Although you came from practically two different worlds in terms of social status and wealth, you managed to get along well with him. You’d talk about animals, and how he’d tease you about handling dog poop while you’d exclaim in disgust, or about how almost every single teacher managed to piss the two of you off and how you’d want to tape their mouths shut if you could.
This time was different though, there was almost a delicate tension, a comfortable silence, between the two of you on that Friday afternoon. You’d open your mouth, trying to find something to say, but close it in fear of ruining the silence. The only thing you could do was walk in the silence with him.
“How was class,” you jumped slightly at Damian speaking so suddenly.
“It was fine, what about you?” The both of you started simple small talk, trying to pass the time as the both of you shuffle your feet on the sidewalk, trying to go home.
“Remember the last time you gave me your sketchbook? I… would like to see it again, if thats alright with you.” He muttered under his breath, hoping you’d hear it.
You turn his way and pause for a moment. He stood beside you, staring blankly, awaiting an answer. You reach out to your bag, fishing out its contents to slowly hand the sketchbook over to him. He returns a small smile, and continues to walk, flipping through the pages trying to spot the new sketches that are spread across the pages of the book.
The conversation kicks in again, with him asking questions about the character’s you’d draw, and what kinds of stories they have. You never knew he was an inquisitive type, and your heart beamed at his curiosity. You felt touched that he seemingly cares so much about your passions, and how he’d try to find out more about it without you even asking. It felt…nice.
And by that point, a smile had managed to sneak its way onto your features. A smile you typically wouldn't show just anyone. A genuine smile.
A smile that Damien Wayne would later try to replicate on canvas after canvas, a giddy smile plastered on his face as he tries to remember how you practically glowed in contrast to Gotham’s gloomy atmosphere. He takes a final look at the painting. The young Wayne began to feel his heart pound against his chest. He had finally managed to finally capture your smile, the moment you’d captured his heart for no one else to have, ever again.
He knows for sure, that he’s gonna make sure you smile like that again, and by then, he’d finally be able to call you his.