My first actual request!

From: @Maddisach

Sorry if it's not as 'intense' as you like. I don't make smut remember? I was already a blushing mess writing this.

Relax folks, it ain't dirty at all I swear!

Warning: Not really sure on what to put here...

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"Damian... I'm bored...." you huffed as you stared down at the many math problems displayed.

Damian hummed in return and closed his books, already finished with his equations and whatnot. "(l/n), I believe we just started the study session fifteen minutes ago."

"Well you're already finished with all of it." Grumbling, you rested your head on one of your arms. The other pointed at Damian accusingly.

He shook his head whilst scooting over to your side, prying your head off of the table. "Seriously? You're still stuck on that problem?"

You pursed your lips into a thin line "It's hard okay!"

He stared at you for a second before muttering a small "Unbelievable."

You smacked his back, "I'm not born with a ginormous brain like you Dami..."

"Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?" He raised a brow, grabbing a piece of paper and began to scribble at it.

You shrugged and reverted your eyes to his writings, trying to digest whatever he was trying to explain.

The clock ticks on and on as you both conversed your way through the rather painful session of studies, which includes some of your worst nightmare. After the many attacks directed to your brain, credits to math, physics, and biology, you slumped down in defeat. Bored and exhausted.

You tugged his shirt slightly,"Dami... Now I'm bored and exhausted!"

He smirked and got closer, his face inches away from yours "I could change that.."

"Really now?" rolling your eyes you edged him, trailing small circles to his chest. Though a second later, Damian found his face shoved with a pillow. He plummeted to the tapestry and catches himself up before he knock on his back.

Doubling over, you shook your head "You should've seen your face!!!"

Little did you know, Damian was a revenge seeker.

Damian made a few notes of eerie chuckles, looking straight at you."You'll regret picking this kind of a fight with me..." His jade eyes aflame.

"Oh, enlighten me son of Bruce Wayne" you looked back, smiling coyly at him whilst grabbing a few pillows from the nearby bed.

"Bring it on (l/n)" he sneered, providing himself with another pillow.

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Bruce was in the kitchen, leaning down the island. A small sigh was released as he finished off his late coffee. He glanced around at the marble surface, finding his fingers returning back to his former routine. Tapping mindlessly at the keyboards. He was fighting off his urges to sleep. Courtesy of his latest missions. He had been up for almost four days straight.

Of course, he would sleep it off if it wasn't for the fact that he had to give a presentation about the overall company's performance the first thing tomorrow morning.Though it appears to be more than a struggle for him to actually concentrate as sounds of his son and his companion laugh and shrieked was heard rather loudly through the room.

Then there was a loud thud, and a scream.

Bruce saved his file and briskly made his way up the stairs. His blood son better not be messing around. It's funny how Damian introduced her just a few weeks ago as a required lab partner. But knowing his son, he could see how he treated her more... Nicely.

If he didn't know any better, he would think that his son is head over heels for the partner of his. He always despise girl, as he likes to say "None of them really see me for who I am. They're just craving unnecessary attention."

Bruce knew what you were actually like though. It was mainly because you were one of his employer's daughter. Usually coming to the galas with your father, or rather forced to. Since as he could see very clearly, you never enjoyed going there. But somehow, you grew a liking to talk about strict business with him. That's right, not any regular talks. Business talks. Yes, you weren't really good at 'essentials subjects' , but you have ideas. Great ideas in his opinion.

So when Damian introduced you to him, he just laughed and hugged you. The action confused him at first, that is until you explained to him about your relations to Bruce. He was relieved that his son didn't threw a huge scene at you, and even more relieved as he told him you were his first actual friend.

His footsteps were quiet as to investigate, not wanting to make the two of you suspicious. As he stopped at the front door, the sounds became quiet. Eerily quiet for his liking. You were his friend's daughter, so he couldn't afford any casualties. With a quick slam to the handle, he threw the door open whilst saying "What's going on?"

His voice faded at the scene displayed before him. Pillows scattered around the room along with several other items. But what made his eyes widened was the very sight of his son. Damian's face were just approximately inches from yours, his eyes originally closed before shooting quickly at his arrival. Both of you were a blushing mess. You looked like a deer caught in a headlight while Damian looked like he was about puke.

Bruce squinted his eyebrows before then glared at Damian, motioning him to go outside. "Out. Now" to which Damian complied while muttering profanities in arabic.

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You released a breath that you didn't know you held. Two words to describe how you thought about the situation. "Absolutely screwed". Damian and Bruce proceeded their 'talk' just outside of the room.

Through the door, you could hear Bruce threatening and all in all just scolding Damian.

"I thought you two were studying!" Bruce rubbed his temple in disappointed manner, looking past Damian who quickly shot back.

"We were!"

Bruce raised an eyebrow whilst Damian sighed and mumbled"Well, a minute ago."

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Pfffft. I just can't bring myself to make a kiss scene. It's a fact that's been there for forever. Someday, maybe. But not likely. Maybe kisses on foreheads and cheeks. But lips? That will be the end of me.