#gonna try clearing my files and restarting my computer to see if that helps

[smile-files]

google drive is killing me right now. oh my god. just let me download my 537-page google doc as a pdf!!!

[bisexualcrowley]

Stole the Show (Pt 2)

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Pairing: Dominic “Sonny” Carisi x Fem! Reader

Chapter summary: Y/n struggles with some choreography while rehearsing late one night, and Sonny takes it upon himself to help out

Content/warnings: Lots of fluff, cursing, mutual pining, anxiety/self deprecating thoughts

Word count: 1,487

It had been five days since Y/n had taken on the role of Donna Sheridan, and dear god had those five days been hectic. Since the night she slept at Sonny’s, Y/n spent all her time flipping between rehearsing and helping to build a case against the rapist, barely finding the time to take care of herself.

Dance, memorize lines, sing, memorize more lines, then across the city straight to the precinct, work the case, work another case, run lines with Amanda, deliver evidence to Barba, over and over, and despite the chaos, Y/n was happier than Sonny had seen her in a long time.

It was that night, five days later that Carisi found himself tucked into a couch in the break room hours after work had ended, going over a witness statement from the first rape victim in the case as Y/n rehearsed a dance number in the bullpen. Quiet music and the click of her shoes against the dusty floor provided nice background noise for Sonny as he worked, a smile working it’s way across his face as his friend’s melodic voice joined the mix, singing along with the music. Just as he was about to put down the file in exchange for a cup of coffee, Sonny heard a crash from the bullpen, followed immediately by a loud "Fuckshit!" and a groan of annoyance.

Chuckling, he pushed aside his paperwork and wandered over to the door, poking his head out of the break room to be met with Y/n sitting on the floor in the dark, looking utterly defeated as some ABBA song he couldn't put a name on played in the background. Sonny felt bad, but the scene was so comedic he couldn't hold back his snort of laughter before making his way towards her, pausing the music and leaning against a desk next to the shorter figure. 

"Wanna tell me what you’re doing?" He asked, offering Y/n a hand up, which she took graciously and winced as she got to her feet quite unceremoniously. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you Sonny, I honestly didn’t even know you were here, it's just this one dance sequence I just can't get right, there's only two days left and I keep messing up, I'm so worried that they're gonna have to cut the number!" Y/n’s eyes welled with tears that she tried quickly to wipe away as she spoke, not wanting her partner to see her cry over something so small. The tears went unmissed by Sonny, however, but he chose not to point them out, hoping to help preserve Y/n’s dignity.

"Nah, c'mon Y/n, don't think like that. You'll get it, I believe in ya"

His words were awkward but sincere, emphasized by his putting a hand on her shoulder in a feeble attempt to comfort the woman he cared so much for.

"I wish I could think like you, I want to believe in myself but I just can't Sonny, i keep fucking it over and the play deserves better, the song deserves better and the cast deserves better, it's supposed to be the highlight of the show and I'm just gonna screw up, i’ll blow my cover and ruin the play. I shouldn’t have suggested this, I’m gonna let everyone down and i’ll never forgive myself"

Y/n didn’t mean to ramble on in such a way but once she started, the words wouldn’t stop, and she took to scuffing the toe of her shoe against the ground as a distraction.

"Well first of all, it's what, two in the mornin'? You've gotta be exhausted, and all the lights are out, you can't expect yourself to be perfect at this right now, you've gotta cut yourself some slack." Sonny’s voice quieted as he realized how late it was, feeling a pang in his heart at the amount of stress this was causing Y/n. 

She groaned at the statement, grabbing her coffee that had long since gone cold off her desk and taking another swig before turning back to the detective.

"It's not like that though, everything else is perfect, right now if you asked me to do a run-through of the entire play, start to finish it would all be perfect except for this one part, it wasn’t in the movie and is supposed to be a bit of a shocker to the audience, but now it’s just gonna be a disappointment."

Sonny was silent for a moment, mind running through the ways he could be of help, before stopping at an idea that made his concerned expression break into a smile.

"Would it help ya to practice with a partner? I don't know shit about this typa’ stuff, but you've got enough talent for the both of us, maybe you could teach me a thing or two"

Y/n chuckled a bit, smiling shyly up at her friend.

Would you really do that for me?" She asked quietly, leaning back against the desk, hopeful eyes coming up to meet Sonny’s.

"Of course doll, we're friends, aren’t we? Besides, what other chance will I get to show off all these famous Carisi dance moves"

Sonny punctuated the sentence by striking an Elvis pose, eyes creasing with his goofy smile at the laugh it earned him. 

"Thanks so much Sonny, you're a lifesaver"

She smiled, turning to her computer and restarting the song.

"C'mere, follow my lead i guess? You don’t have to match everything i do, just, like, lead my spins and jumps and stuff, try to keep me from falling, the simple things" She said somewhat sheepishly, walking toward Sonny and preparing herself to move again.

The quiet beginning notes of Kisses of fire rang out through the speakers, leading Y/n to place a hand softly on her friend's shoulder, moving slowly with the melody. 

Sonny couldn't keep the smile off his face as the song picked up, Y/n flying into a complex dance routine, spinning Sonny across the room, hopping up onto chairs, moving too fast for him to have a prayer of following along. 

As the song hit its chorus the second time around, Y/n jumped onto a desk that Sonny just realized had been cleared off, tugging him up with her.

Sonny, realizing she had completely abandoned the choreography by now, joined her in dancing on the desk, spinning her around and grinning widely at the gleeful laugh she had let out at the peak of the final chorus. The song coming to an end, Sonny jumped onto the ground, picking Y/n up bridal style and spinning them together as the last few notes faded out.

She beamed at her friend, holding their position for a few moments longer before slipping out of his arms and landing gracefully on the floor, hands remaining on her friend’s waist

They stood in the veil of comfortable silence for what felt to Y/n like an hour before her hands slipped back to her sides, Sonny then breaking it by telling her she'll do amazing and to go home and get some sleep, before walking to the break room to gather his things.

"Sonny wait" Y/n Called out, suddenly panicked at the thought of the night ending.” Wait, I just… i want to… Thank you, Sonny. That was the most fun I've had in a while" She stuttered, a wave of fear crushing down the words she truly wanted to speak.  I love you, Dominick Carisi, and all i want to do right now is kiss you

"The pleasure was all mine, Ms Y/l/n" Sonny paused in his movement and turned around with a grin, which faded into a look of concern at the expression on his partner’s face. Crossing back over the few steps that separated them, he put a hand on her shoulder and bent down to meet her gaze.

“Look at me, hey c'mon, look at me doll. You’re gonna be perfect. You’ve never blown cover before, and you’re more talented than i could ever imagine. Remember, we’re all gonna be there cheering you on, even if we don’t catch the guy. Trust me, it’s all gonna be ok”

Y/n’s eyes filled with tears at the man’s words, and unable to form a sentence, she stepped forwards and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug, Sonny returning the gesture by wrapping his own arms around her waist, strengthening the embrace. 

“You’re gonna be perfect” he repeated, softer this time. “I-... you should go home y/n, really, it’s so late. You gotta sleep”

Y/n sniffled, forcing back tears before nodding against his shoulder, reluctantly pulling out of the hug and gathering her things. She shot the man a grateful smile on her way out of the building, but the smile dropped once he was out of sight, a dejected sigh escaping her lips as she walked towards her apartment.

I love you, Sonny Carisi, you complete me.

[reiddidactic]

“It’s always been you.”-Spencer Reid

TW:mentions of blood, and perceived death.

I had grown a custom to being in the background, that just comes with the territory of being in the B team of the BAU. What you thought all of those files Hotch, now Emily, spend all night looking over we’re solved by the magnificent eight? There’s a whole other team of profilers that live in the bullpen too, I am one of them. Today started out as nothing special, nothing spectacular. With my car parked in its usual spot and my hands fulleith my go bag, keys, badge, phone, and a tray full of assorted coffees I make my way to the elevator.

“You know bringing him coffee everyday isn’t going to make him love you” I hear the familiar voice of our technical analyst Garcia giggle as I step on to the elevator our floor already lit up.

“It’s the thought that counts Pen,” I huff attempting to tuck my phone and keys away without dropping one of the many things in my hands, “I can always pretend that one day it will”

She rolls her eyes at me, “besides the rest of your team might get jealous, and think you’re trying to leave them”

I laugh, “yeah right, my chances of being on the A team are long gone.”

We step off and make our way to the glass doors where we usually part ways, for most of the day.Except for today. As Garcia so lovingly put it today I have restarted trying to express my feelings through coffee, now I do wonder off towards my desk to put my things away but pull a coffe cup from the tray and write his name on it, quickly and sneakily walking towards Doctor Spencer Reid’s desk to drop off my gift to him, before retreating to my desk watch for the rest of his team to arrive so I can see the look on his face when he gets his mostly likely second cup of coffee for the morning. I wait mildly impatiently for them to come in one by one. First is Emily, then Luke and Matt, followed shortly by Rossi and JJ. Usually he’s here by now just as the worry starts to settle in, in walks his tall somewhat lanky figure. Brown curls so disheveled but also so neatly styled like his goal is bed headed curls. I watch him walk to his desk and set his things down before he turns and gives me that small smile of thanks as he picks up his cup. This becomes our reoccurring form of communication for the next few weeks.

After landing back in Quantico after an exceptionally difficult case I make a b-line straight to my desk hoping to bury myself in as much paperwork as humanly and inhumanly possible. A small post it note on my computer stops me from doing just that.

“I got you a gift after I heard about St. Louis, I figured you would bury yourself in work-“Spencer I smile and look down to my keyboard and a black box with a lilac colored ribbon tied around into a bow rests, with a second post it note reading “modern issues call for modern solutions” also in Spencer’s handwriting I open the box to find a pair of prescription blue light glasses, and briefly remember Spencer warning me that all of my computer usage could be the cause of my poor sleeping habits. I look up from my desk just in time to catch Spencer flashing me a smile from the glass window of the round table conference room.

Over a decade I’ve spent pining over this man, from our time together in the academy, to watching him go through the worst times of his life, all the while seeming to have taken the backseat in his life were I once was a huge part of it. Around the six year mark I decided it was better to be his in his life as a backseat friend then to press him for nothing more. I’ve watched all of his budding romances and wished to be the one that made him smile, made him feel normal and loved, but I know my role, I’m not the main character of this story he is.

Leaving that night I never would have thought someone would be so bold as to plant a car bomb in the vehicle of a B team agents car but I guess I was grossly wrong. Because as Spencer and I walk out of the elevator and down the rows of cars, hearing nothing but the beeping of a car alarm alerting that the doors had been locked or unlocked. A blast knocks us both on our backs. My ears ringing from the sound alone my head throbbing from hitting the concrete floor. I sit up watching through blurry vision as agent Cooper screams hurriedly trying to put out the fire covering most of his leg. Seeing the remains of his car engulfed in flames I turn to look for Spencer who had been right next to me. There he lays unmoving, but gasping for air. I rush to him as fast as my concussed body will allow.

“Spence?” I call trying to get him to respond, “hey you’re gonna be okay.” Trying to comfort him as I scan his body for what caused his sudden inability to breathe correctly.

“I’m sorry” he says through gasps for air and I focus on the pained expression on his face.

Ignoring his apology I brush his hair from his face repeat my now mantra, “You’re gonna be okay” seeing the pieces of shrapnel laying near him and the small but steady stream of blood leaving his abdomen from the piece of metal in his side, a part of me doesn’t even believe myself.

“Spencer you are going to be okay, help is coming you just need to stay with me” I force out grabbing his hand.

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it out of this one kid” he smiled weakly at the pet name I’ve never outgrown. I shake my head causing more throbbing, “I’ve never said thank for the coffee every morning, or told you-” he coughs causing more pain and blood to flow from him “-how much you actually mean to me, all this time it’s been you”

“What do you mean?” I ask tears beginning to blur my vision even more, if he’s saying his peace now he won’t fight to stay alive long enough for someone anyone to help him.

“From the day we first started with the team, when you found out we weren’t assigned to the same team, I’ve loved you. But I never did anything about it” he groans reaching out for me I grab his hand, “I’ve been an awful friend, I’ve been mean to you, I let you let me make you my emotional punching bag, and you don’t deserve that”

I can’t bring myself to saying anything other than, “You don’t get to decide that, you have nothing be be sorry for” as tears stream down my face he continues.

“When my team used to make jokes about your team, I never stood up for you, I even went along with it, I said that you’re team was practically asking for all the losses that you took, you’re not only a better profiler than me, but a better person, you would never do the things I’ve done.” He almost smiles

“What do you mean?”

“All these years I’ve lied to myself about how I feel about you, and I searched for you in everyone I’ve ever loved or thought I’ve loved” he pauses only to cough some more before continuing, “JJ because being around her was easy, she always made it easy to talk to her about anything, she was like a replacement best friend for you, Maeve she was the one that was the closest to you, she understood me like you do, she made me feel like you did when we spoke. Always happy to hear my voice. Max, she made me feel normal, and loved. B-but if you put together all of their best qualities and the things that made me think that I was truly in love with them it makes you.”

By now I’m hysterical but the sound of someone running pulls my gaze from him as I was paramedics and the rest of our teams running from the opposite side of the parking garage fills me with hope that he will make it out of here.

“Spencer helps coming I just need you to stay with me, and maybe stop talking so you can save your strength” I cry he lets go of my hand to run his fingers through my long curly hair before resting his palm on my cheek.

“I don’t think I’m go in to get out of this one kid. But I need you to know that it’s you. It’s always been you” with a small smile he drops his hand from my face as the paramedics reach us and immediately start taking Spencer’s vital signs and radioing back to the ambulance, that it’s all clear to come in and to have the hospital ready on stand by; and I am numb as they begin chest compressions because he’s stopped breathing on his own. I am sobbing and broken as they start moving him to the stretcher quickly wheeling him back to the ambulance..

Three days in the hospital and I can finally go home, in theory, I instead go to see Spencer. Garcia told me he was awake yesterday. I get dressed and make my way down to his room, he is awake. I stand in the doorway for a minute before walking in further.

“Hey, I thought you were never going to come,” Spencer smiles at me.

“What happened to I’m not going to make it out of this kid?” I smile back.

“I didn’t think I was going to,” he says patting the spot next to him on the bed. I move to sit next him and he pulls me into his side, “I am happy to see you’re okay”

“Okay? I thought you were going die, couple that with literally not being able to hear how you were doing,-” he stops me by pressing his lips to mine, brushing my hair behind my ear resting his hand on my cheek. I pull back,

“You can’t fix this by kissing me you know” I smile,

“It’s a start, though” he returns the smile and I rest my forehead on his, “I love you”

“I love you more”

[winterwolf0916]

How the BatBoys met you.

There are many ways how they met you or even first words. I'll give a few places and dialogues here and there. So enjoy~ also a bit of a warning, my writing might seem horrible. Anywho, here ya go.

Dick

You both met while you were on the roof tops eating your cereal and gazing at the beautiful city lights since you felt bored and cramped in your apartment. Dick thought you were about to jump off considering the fact you were on the very edge of building and it was really dark so he couldn't see the utensil in your grasp or the bowl. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you back. Your cereal fell in the depths of the city.

Y/n: WHAT THE HELL?!

Dick: what the hell? WHAT THE HELL?! You were about to jump to your death! A simple thank you would be nice for saving your skin!

Y/n: jumping off?...to my death?...

Dick:...wasn't that what you were going to do?

Y/n: Dropping my CEREAL TO DEATH IS WHAT YOU DID!

Dick:... Woooops...

Dick: I can make it up to you...

Y/n: that is?

Dick: I'll bring cereal and we'll talk.

Y/n:...fine... But bring f/c! If not cancel the meeting!

Dick: yes ma'am.

2. You were one of the new recruits in the GCPD. Once you walked in and you were introduced to the other officers. Dick's heart couldn't be calmed, it was beating rapidly, and his hands became sweaty once he first saw you.

Random officer: and this is officer Richard Grayson.

Y/n: hello~

Dick:....

Random officer: *whispers to Dick* Dick! Introduce yourself to the new recruit. She ain't gonna bite.

Dick: *secretly wipes hand on pants and extends a hand to you.* H-hi name's Richard Grayson.

Random officer: *facepalm*

Y/n: *giggles* I know that.

Dick: you do?! Oh right...You don't have to call me officer Grayson. My friends call me Dick-I-I mean you can call me Dick.

Y/n: *shakes Dick's hand* haha. Name’s Y/n L/n, Dick.

Let's just say you both were assigned for a steak out for petty crooks. You both enjoyed talking in the car and became friends right away. You both caught the crooks and he offered to buy you some donuts after. ;)

Jason

At the bar. Basically Jason just came to drink his problems away. And you came because Riddler's Henchmen we're doing a weapon trading in the building. His eyes caught your figure and his heart started to beat faster. You sat on the stools and he scooted next to you. You were looking through your phone boredly and he finally spoke.

Jason: Want a drink?

Y/n:*keeps looking through phone*

He thought you were one of those girls that are hard to get so he decides to flirt.

Jason: Hello there~ care for a drink?

Y/n:*keeps ignoring but actually heard him. Though he was just a drunk pervert.*

Jason: Hey, do you-*places hand on shoulder and shakes you a little*

You took alarm that someone was touching you. You flipped him on the table that sent splinters to fly. He groaned loudly then he opened his eyes. You held your breath of how gorgeous his eyes are. 

Y/n: Oh! Sorry sir-I didn't I thought you were- I thought you were drunk.

Jason: Its fine hehe. Nice reflexes. 

Y/n: Thank you.

Later on you both spent time together in the bar talking. You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom and you changed to your suit. Right when you were about to take down Riddler’s men guess who came to the party to stop him as well. Red Bucket-I mean Red Hood. You both teamed up and took them down. You both shared your identities and bought a drink for each other.

2. He was driving around in Gotham after a heated argument with Bruce. And surprisingly maneuvering his motorcycle calms him down. Along with small stunts. He stopped on a red light and a deep breath remembering the arguments and yelling. His eyes wandered to the buildings but stopped at a coffee shop. You were sitting on a chair in nicely and comfortable attire while typing on your computer. His eyes never left your figure and his mouth was slightly open. The way how your h/c locks is naturally resting on your head. Your face lighting up when your beverage arrived. And he’s not forgetting how gorgeous your eyes look. He’s been staring for quite a while that he forgot the light turned green and cars honked behind him to move. He shook his head and drove forward but stopped by another red light.

Should he go back? What kind of beautiful woman is doing in a dangerous city like Gotham? He wanted to know more about you. He took a turn and entered the parking lot trying to find you. His heart dropped that the seat you were sitting in, was empty. Was he hallucinating? Or did she actually left? He lost hope and drove full speed to the exit. But you came out of the coffee shop and strolled to the middle of the street where he was about to leave. Right when you heard the engine you gazed at the driver and Jason gazed back at you. He took alarm that you were there and turned sharply. The wheels of his bike squeaked on the pavement and his motorbike was turned to the side and rolled into a wall of the coffee shop along tumbling onto chairs and tables. 

You took alarm and ran to him to see if he was ok. Customers came out of the shop and helped by moving the chairs and tables off of Jason. His bike was crushing his leg. The customers lifted it up while you and another person dragged him away. He was heavy. As you took off his helmet, you couldn't stop staring at his jawline and raven hair that matted his head. As he caught your eyes you snap out of your trance and scanned his figre to see if he had any other injuries.

Y/N: Are you alright?!

Jason: *stares at your eyes with a dreamy look* I am now.

Tim

There was an attack in the city. And a car was flying right at your direction. You shut your eyes shut and braced yourself for the impact but instead of a hard and crushing moment, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you fast. The sound of the car crashing onto the pavement made your eyes flicker. As you gazed at the broken vehicle that was about to end your life, your eyes travels to your hero. Red Robin (yum!)

Tim: are you alright?

Y/n: *wraps arms around him tightly for an embrace and squeeze your eyes shut.*

Tim: o-oh...u-uh...

You can hear his heartbeat rising that might explode in his chest. You couldn't help but squeeze tighter. He saved you. An innocent citizen about to be killed. Even thought he saved others in the past, you felt amazed and relived that some people wanted you alive. He hugged you back even though he didn't know what else to do. And you smiled a little of how pleasing it is for the hero giving a your welcome gesture. Dick noticed about the mini scene but he knows that they need to get back to work by defeating the villain thrashing around in the city.

Dick: Red Robin this guy ain't gonna stop for your romanticism. Were gonna need help. You can get back to your girlfriend once we're done.

Tim: *runs after Dick* SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!

2. You were a new member to the Young Justice. You’re powers are telequinesis and your name goes by s/n (superhero name). When Tim first saw you, he couldn't stop staring and his expression soften and yet astonished of you.

Y/n: hi I'm-

Tim: y/n...

Y/n: you know me?

Tim: w-w-what...o-oh nono it's just I already k-know your name but we haven't met.

Y/n:...what?

Tim: OH! I didn't meant to make that sound creepy it's just I saw you on the computer- NOT that I was stalking-I would never stalk- it just says the files about you-I'll stop talking.

Y/n: no please. You seem very interesting.

Tim: I-I-I d-do? Sorry let me restart*clears throat* I'm Tim Drake AKA Red Robin *extends hand*

Y/n: *shakes it* nice to meet you*smiles*

Tim:*chokes on his own spit because your smile is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen*

Y/n: are you ok?!

Tim:...yep..

The whole team laughed at Tim of how he is dealing his first impression meet you. As you were introduced to Tim, you couldn't help but your powers acted by itself since you couldn't control it, Tim was lifted off of the ground.

Tim: what is HAPPENING?!

Y/n: oh my Lord! IM SO SORRY ITS MY POWERS I CANT CONTROL IT!

Tim: what are you talking about? This is awesome! I can fly!

Y/n: oh er um... Thank you :')

And that moment on you both became friends or should I say have a crush towards each other.

Damian

1.) You were captured at a age 5 to the League of shadows along with other children. Ra’s Al Ghul and Talia Al Ghul had a project of making you and the children great followers and guards of Damian Al Ghul as he gets older. At age 10, after a long day of training, Talia knew it was time for you and the other children to meet Damian, so the bonds would be stronger with him. The children surrounded Damian greeting themselves to him, but you didn't take much interest of meeting with him so you snuck at the roof. Another figure snuck there and notice your presence.

Damian: Tt. Are you thinking of taking my place here? Get off of this rooftop or I’ll say a word to my mother about you.

Y/n: *stands up to face him* Who are you? Unlike you I have been at this top longer.

Damian: Do you not know? Damian Al Ghul. Grandson of the Demon’s Head. And I order you to leave.

Y/n: Oooh I’m so scared. *waving hands in the air* Are you going to blast your demonic powers at me?

He snarled. He challenged you to a fight of who would get the rooftop. Surprisingly it ended up with you both laying on your backs taking deep breaths.

Damian: You...fought...well.

Y/n: Hehe learned it...from Talia...

Damian: What...is your name?

Y/n: you’re going to tell your...mommy aren't you?

Damian: No. We both lost and won, therefore we are going to have to share this.

Y/n: Y/n L/n

Damian: what a beautiful name-I mean- its sounds decent.

you laughed. That's when you both became best of friends.

2.) You were a villain. v/n (villain name) is what they called you. One night you were thieving for jewelry. Two large bag sacks filled with diamonds, gold, and silver. You were about to take your leave until-

Damian: leaving so soon?

Y/n: If it isn't the Boy Wonder I kept hearing in the streets. You look shorter than I thought.

Damian: I’m taller than you...v/n

Y/n: yeesh. They are right. You do talk faster than acting. *pulls out gun and shoots him but he keeps dodging*

You both fought for a while till Damian won and you were dangling upside-down from the ropes. 

Damian: My guess you’ll be staying. And you are fun to knock around.

Y/n: Grrr… until we meet again Boy Wonder!

Damian: Good to make a first impression, v/n.

That's when later on you both start to get...feelings toward each other.

BONUS: For Damian x reader. 

3.) You were a new student at Gotham Academy. So many classes and hallways to get used to. Until your final class you were call up to the front to talk to the entire class of who you are and where were you from.

Y/n: H-Hello... My name is Y/n L/n.

Damian was doodling on his notebook until he heard your sweet voice. His head lifted up and his beautiful emerald eyes caught your figure. His expression softened from looking at you. He looked at you that you seemed gentle and delicate. He blinked his eyes many times that he has never seen anyone like you in Gotham Academy.

Random Kid: Speak louder I cant hear you!

Some kids in the class laughed that caused you to feel down. Until Damian grabbed a book, from a classmate behind him, and threw it to the random kid that interrupted your speech. 

Damian: Then how about you shut it. 

He snarled. The teacher told them to calm down and sent the boy, who interrupted you, to the nurses office, because the kid had a bleeding nose from Damian. Damian sat properly on his chair and placed his elbows on the desk, waiting patiently for you to keep going. After class the children left the campus to go home. But you sat on the stairs waiting for your mom to arrive. It started to rain and the front doors behind you were locked from the outside. You cradled your knees close to your chest as the wind whirled to you. Some how you couldn't feel the rain but you could still hear it. You looked up to find the same emerald eyes that saved you in last period.

Damian: Tt. What are you doing in the rain?

Y/n: My mother isn't here yet. How about yourself?

Damian: *sat next to you* I was talking with the principle about the incident in the class. 

Y/n: I don't know you. Why did you stick up for me?

Damian: Tt. Because you looked lost. And needed help. I haven't introduced myself. Damian Wayne *outstretches hand to you*

Y/n: Y/n...Y/n L/n.