(S/C): Skin Color
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damian wayne/ robin x reader

requested by Polli2123

bolded is the prompt

picture credits: redjack_036 on twitter

italics are thoughts
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Your P.O.V.

I attend Gotham Academy, one of, if not the, most prestigious school in Gotham. I'm not super rich but I'm not dirt poor either. You could say between middle-class and rich. Anyways, even though my family is kinda rich, that's not how I got in. I was given a Wayne Scholarship. Yeah, I'm pretty smart... Besides the point, I've got to get ready for school! I roll out of bed and head to my closet. I grab my uniform, change and do all that good stuff I do daily. I grab my backpack and a banana and head for the family car. Since I'm only 13, I'm not old enough to drive yet; so Reginald, the family butler, takes me every morning.

"Hey, Reggie." I greet with a smile as he opens the door for me and I slide in.

"Good morning, Ms. (Y/N)." He replies back with his British accent. He closes the door and heads for the driver's seat. He starts the car up when I hear his voice.

You look lovely today, Ms. (Y/N). I hear Reggie's voice in my head. Did I forget to mention? I'm a telepath!

"I wear the same thing every day, Reggie. But thank you." I say and smile at him in the rearview mirror. I peel back the skin of my banana and start to eat it.

Time Skip

We get to school in no time and he opens my door for me.

"Have a great day at school, Ms. (Y/N)." He wishes me as I step out of the vehicle.

"Thanks, Reggie. See you at 3!" I say as I throw my banana peel away. While heading for the stairs of Gotham Academy, I hear many things...

What should I wear for the party tonight?

Should I go talk to her?

I'm gonna push her down the stairs... NOW!

What?! I'm walking up the stairs when I'm suddenly pushed back and pulled out of my thoughts. More like other people's thoughts, really. Guess I was the one being pushed down the stairs... I tumble down the stairs and my butt hits the concrete. I mean, it hurt a little but what really hurt was my scraped left knee and right elbow.

"Hey (Y/N), isn't that skirt a little too short?" I hear from my position on the ground. I look up to see Chad and his squad of 2 chuckling at me. I stand up and wince at the pain from my scathed knee. I don't usually curse and I'm not permitted to; but, he is such an asshole!

"All the girls at the Academy wear the same length skirt, Chad." I retort as I smooth my skirt and grab my backpack. I begin to walk away when he grabs my elbow, the un-scraped one, and pulls me to his bird chest. He needs to workout more or something; I don't think it's healthy that I can feel his ribs through both of our uniforms...

"Don't walk away, we were about to have some fun." He whispers in my ear. I shuddered with disgust.

"Gross! Get away from me!" I shout as I shove him away.

"You just pushed me down the stairs. What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yell, when he grabs my wrist this time.

"Don't be such bitch." He says angrily. I think this kid needs to be treated for bipolar disorder or something because he can't seem to decide whether he wants to push me, kiss me or scream at me.

"I think the lady has made her position with you quite clear." An unfamiliar voice pipes up. I look to my left to see Damian Wayne emerging from the shadows. Was he standing there the whole time?

"Look who it is guys, it's the little rich boy..." Chad says as his entourage laughs. Isn't everyone here rich? These guys need to come up with better insults, 'little rich boy' is kinda pathetic... He's walking up to us as he grabs my other wrist and pulls me to his toned chest. A little forceful but hey, I'm not in the clutches of Chad anymore! Damn, he is quite muscular for a 12 year old; what is his workout routine?

"Leave her alone." He says, holding me tighter.

I hope I'm not holding her too tight. Wouldn't want to bruise her gorgeous (S/C) skin.. I hear in Damian's voice. Aw, that's so cute; but, focus on Chad!

"What's a weak ass bitch like you gonna do about it?" Chad challenges as he steps up and crosses his arms.

Gotta look tough for the squad. Chad's voice, how pathetic...

"I love it when someone insults me. That means I don't have to be nice anymore..."Damian snaps back. He unhands me and I walk off to the side. He straightens up is already perfect posture.

I have to refrain from making a scene. If this becomes a fight, I'll mainly stay on defense; little to no offense. This isn't a criminal kingpin, this is a 12 year old child. Damian's voice, does he normally fight criminals? Hmm... Chad looks a bit scared; but, his little gang doesn't see it because they're hyping him up. The bell rings, signaling the beginning of 1st period and Chad looks relieved. He puts on a mean face and says something to Damian.

"You got lucky, Wayne. See you around..." He says as he motions for his group to follow him.

Thank god, this didn't become a scene... I have to check if (Y/N) is ok. She looked fine, maybe a couple scrapes...

"Are you ok?" He asks at the same time I ask a question.

"How does he know my name?" I thought to myself.

"You're salutatorian. I've noticed you are always right on my tail, academics-wise." He responds.

"How did you hear what I said?" I ask, confused.

"Because you said it aloud?" He offers, equally confused. Oh, I see...

"Alright, thanks for the help..." I get on my tip-toes and kiss his check. I lean over to his ear.

"...Boy Wonder." I whisper and skip away before I'm late to class. I look over my shoulder and see him shocked, glued to his position in the courtyard.

How could she have possibly known? Is she a potential enemy? League of Assassins?

I pause my skipping and look back at him.

"Do I look like an assassin to you?" I ask, eyebrow raised.

Ah, telepath.

"Ding ding ding." I say imitating a bell and continue my journey to class. I look back at him, still glued to the same spot.

"Come on or you're gonna be late!" I shout from the top of the stairs.

This is going to be interesting...

"Indeed it will..." I say back.

"Indeed it will..."

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(A/N: I'm trying to get in the groove of writing frequently as well as improving my writing. Hope you enjoyed!)