Damian looked up at Blair with a scowl as he pulled on his blazer. How could she be so arrogant? It was always about how she was the star cheerleader in high school once she got out of her emo phase, and how she was supposed to go to the olympics for gymnastics. "--Now just don't talk to anyone or you might be murdered behind the school during your junior prom."

He rolled his eyes before he turned around and slapped Blair. "Shut up, Blake. You have no idea how to do anything in high school." She rolled her eyes as she rubbed her face and shot him a glare.

"At least people liked me. You have no friends." She muttered bitterly as she walked to the door.

"Not true! I have friends! Wilkes and Mizoguchi and Reyes and Roth and-and..." Damian then realized that his friends were only friends with him because his dad was Batman. "I have friends!" He yelled once more just for good measure, but Blair had already left to go and get drunk before nine AM.

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Pixie Whitsel thought she was a pretty good person. She got into Gotham Academy on a scholarship, she was on the student council at her old school, she got straight A's and she was nice to everybody who wasn't Sophia Clearview. But then there was Damian Wayne.

Pretentious, arrogant, downright disgusting. He was always so perfect at everything, while she had to work for everything she wanted. His father ran Batman Inc, and Damian probably even knew Batman!

"Stupid Wayne." She muttered under her breath as she walked alone throughout the hundred-year-old corridors after a particularly nasty encounter with the boy billionaire. How could it be her second week at GA and she had already made one enemy?

Please tell me Damian kissed you.

Pixie's best friend, Blair Blake, didn't seem to understand that Damian Wayne probably hated 'Whitsel'. To Blair, that meant 'I love him more than anything and I want to have his babies'. Blair Blake was good at many things, but listening was not one of them.

I told you, Damian hates me just like everyone else.

No one hates you 😄😏

Everyone here hates me. Also, what happened to 😱🔫😑

I don't think it's a very encouraging combination.

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This couldn't be happening. No. How?!

School camps were meant to be fun, not nightmares! How did Pixie get stuck in a cabin with Damian Wayne?!

"I told you already, Miss Whitsel. Both you and Mr Wayne handed in your permission slips late and all the other cabin arrangements had been decided." Mr Azzarello was possibly the devil incarnate.

"My father will be hearing about this!" Damian yelled as he clenched his fists. It wasn't fair! Why couldn't he just stay at home? Or even board with Wilkes? Why on Earth should he be boarding with Pixie Damn Whitsel?! 

From behind a corridor, an art teacher in a blonde wig and blue eye contacts held up Damian and Pixie's original cabin arrangement paperwork in her hands, ripping it up. "I wasn't trained to be a spy only to kill bad guys." Blair muttered. "This is much more important than saving innocent children." 

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"I swear to god, Damian, if you don't stay on the other side of the room, I'll...throw a book at you." Pixie threatened as she walked over to their Dorm, her arms folded. 

"Please, as if I'd even look at you." He shot back and narrowed his eyes on the door before they stepped inside. 

The smell was horrible. It was dark, only a single lightbulb turned on. And--was that a rat?! For once in her life, Pixie preferred the smell of Damian's overly-gelled hair to this cabin. 

"Damian..." she said carefully as they walked inside and placed her duffel bag on the ground, "you're getting the bed with the rats." She quickly said, but Damian beat her to the clean bed and slammed his bag onto the mattress. "Hey! That's unfair!"

He rolled his eyes. "If you're so worried, share the bed with me." Damian said sarcastically before he pulled off his t-shirt, ignoring Pixie as she stared at his scarred back. "Don't look at me, I'm changing and there's only an outhouse." 

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Pixie didn't know what time it was. She was cold. It was dark. She was in the middle of nowhere while the person she disliked most in the world lay on the bed opposite her. "Whitsel." Damian hissed and turned towards Pixie. "Are you awake?" 

"No, Damian, I'm sleep talking." She replied sarcastically as she turned to face him. "What do you want? It's like four AM." 

"It's midnight." He said before his eyes widened and he stared at a spider hanging above her forehead. 

"Don't kill it." Pixie whispered, slipping out of her sleeping bag as she crawled over to Damian's bed. "It'll be gone in the morning." He bit his lip before he glared at her. "Can I sleep in your bed?"

"And where do you expect me to sleep?" 

"The floor?" It was more of a question than a statement. 

"No. You can have this side of my bed." Damian rolled over as he let her lie down next to him. 

"Damian?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm cold. Can I have your blanket?" Pixie asked before he rolled his eyes and let her move into his sleeping bag before looked over at her. "Maybe we should just go to sleep." 

"Maybe you should stop blushing." He retorted before he wrapped an arm around her. While Damian had general knowledge of teenage standards, he didn't realize that usually mortal enemies didn't cuddle. 

"Uh, Damian? What exactly are you doing?" Pixie whispered as she glanced back at him and bit her lip. She'd be lying if having Damian hug her didn't feel just a little nice. 

"I do not have an extra blanket, and Blake says this is what normal people do." He said as he brushed her hair out of her face. "What? You had hair in your eyes and it was annoying me." He said before he closed his eyes. 

Pixie did fall asleep that night. But she was pretty sure she was still blushing when she woke up. 

And outside, Blair sat in a tree, her blonde wig sitting on a branch next to her as she took another swig from her whiskey. "Yes!" She yelled rather loudly when she saw Damian and Pixie sleeping in the same bed through their cabin's skylight.