I'm back again! Woo! I'm still going strong on this rewrite!

Can I just, like, okay, I have so much fun going and reading all you guys' comments, it makes me wanna write more for chu all, Thankyou!

The song for this chapter is:

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It seemed forever had passed when Y/N and Damian finally made it back to the Manor. It was becoming dusk, and fireflies dotted the fields that they made their path through.

Before the youngest Wayne could press the silver buzzer on the large gates guarding the house, Bruce Wayne himself came running out of the tall wooden front door. He was unorganised, and- controversial to many news articles - he was wearing something other than a smartly pressed suit. His usually perfectly slicked back hair had some loose strands sticking out, and he looked as though he hadn't slept properly for days.

"Damian! Thank God, I was so worried! Where were you? Why didn't you call?" The billionaire kept his personality close to the reports of the news, so as not to reveal too much to Y/N.

"Father, I fell off of a cliff and Y/N helped my legs to heal. She stayed with me while I was unable to walk; and no matter what you say, she is now living with us. I will be showing her to her room. Could you please ask Alfred to bring some cookies up?" Damian replied, as though it was completely normal and happened every day. Bruce looked slightly disturbed, but nodded. He then walked down the main corridor, disappearing around the corner in the direction of the kitchen.

The raven haired boy grabbed your wrist and ran up the grand staircase, taking various different directions before reaching a wooden door and ushering you inside. You looked around in awe, the walls were a beautiful shade of F/C, and there was a king sized bed sat in one of the corners with an oak shelf facing it. On the shelf was one of the newest televisions from Wayne Tech, and many old-looking books. The carpet was R/C, and there was a white door leading to a pristine Ensuite. Beside the large bed was a small table with a digital clock and a lamp.

"Thankyou, Damian. You are incredibly kind offering this to me." Y/N exclaimed, still unbelieving. Damian Wayne was a lot of things, though she had never known how charming he could be.

"It's the least I could do. I'd surely be dead if it wasn't for you, L/N." He surmised. "Anyway, I should leave you to settle in. We could order you some clothes tomorrow, for now, you're welcome to borrow some of mine."

"Thankyou again, for your kindness."

The boy only smiled, then strode out of the room. It almost made Y/N's heart break knowing what she had to do. Sighing, she fell back into the bed. Maybe she could keep running from her destiny. For now, at least.

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Heh, there ya go. Chapter three. Don't worry, I'm not gonna go jump right into more action just yet, enjoy a nice filler chapter in four.

Don't any of you guys hate it when you try to publish a chapter but a notification warns you 'this part takes four minutes to read'? I'm seriously just like, I don't even care. I don't care that it's short, just let me upload my chapter.

Ah, just you guys wait. You'll be shocked. Seriously. Shocked. When we get to our little plot twist. I feel like I shouldn't be telling you it happens but chances are if you've read the other book you're now reading this one so you already know about it.

Again, I thank you all for your fabulous comments that always make my day. It's awesome for authors to know people appreciate their work :3.

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Goldfinch67