~"It was the truth"~

"How do you sleep" By: Sam Smith

∆DAMAIN POV∆

It had been a good two weeks and walking around the office trying to avoid Valarie was hard. Picking up my phone before bed, trying not to text her became harder. I just wanted to know how she was doing and it pained me to see that Roman was getting all her attention a long with that smug look on his face when I enter a room.

Here I am.

Here I am across the table from her listening-watching her present to me a new idea. She tries to act as though everything was normal, but for me it wasn't. A little part of me was pissed at how she answered Cat Grant's question. In every magazine and newspaper for a week now. Now, gossip blogs and writers want to talk to me. Interview me.

"You aren't even listening are you?" She scoffs with a hand on her hip, giving me a stare.

"No. I wasn't." I shake my head as she rolled her eyes, running her fingers through her curls.

"Unbelievable." She then mutters, shutting off her laptop and taking down her charts and boards. "I'm so over it."

"Over what exactly." I ask folding my arms getting annoyed.

"Roman, bring the car around, yeah?" She asks facing him whilst shaking her head.

"I'm a body guard not your chauffeur." He explains his back still against the wall of his office.

"Then go make sure my car is safe for me to drive." she spat back with a sarcastic smile.

Roman looks between us and squints a bit. I hear the door open then shut and my feet stand and my hands grab onto hers.

Valarie is instantly against me and I see her cheeks tint a little. "What are you doing?" She asks toughly

"Looking at you without Roman giving me the stink eye." I answer back watching her tongue wet her lower lip nervously.

"He doesn't like you." she shakes her head, as our foreheads touch, her arms around my neck.

"Stop talking." I tell her in a whisper, enjoying her scent. "I need you to just stop talking."

"As comfortable as this warm embrace is...we can't." Valarie shakes her head pulling away from me. "Its late and I have to get back to the hotel."

"Valarie-" my hand reaches for hers again and I'm instantly pushed down on the table with a needle against my throat. She had a somewhat menacing glare, but it was warm and heartfelt, but at the same time it was hard to figure out if she wanted to slit my throat or not.

"Stop. I need you to stop, amante. Stop the longing looks and-"

"What? Huh?" I ask getting a bit angry "I want you. Don't you see that?" My voice raising a bit and she grits her teeth

I push her off of me and grab onto her arms. I see the tears brimming her eyes. "You can't!" she says shaking her head and biting the inside of her lip

With a scoff, I fold my lip in and reply frustratedly, "That statement you gave to Cat, complete bullshit! Bull. Shit!"

"That's why you're upset! Is that why you're so grumpy?" she asks folding her arms now pissed. "Seriously, Damian? What I said was bullshit!"

"Exactly! It was bullshit!"

"That was over two weeks ago! Why are you still holding onto that?"

"Because it wasn't true?" Valarie asked like it was a joke... "Or is it because I told the truth?"

"Far from it!" I say back

"It was the truth." She says sliding on her jacket. "We aren't together anymore, was the truth."

"What else did you say?" I asked sarcastically "Tell me- remind me what else did you say? Humor me."

"Não importa" ( It doesn't matter!)

"Importa, Val! Você basicamente disse a ela que o relacionamento que tivemos não era nada. Não significou nada para você!" (It does matter, Val! You basically told her that the relationship we had was nothing. It meant nothing to you! )

"Não pode significar nada. Não mais. Eu tenho uma segunda chance na vida e você foi- é a melhor coisa sobre isso. O caminho que estou seguindo agora não exige você. Raqisa não precisa de Damian Wayne."
(It can't mean anything. Not anymore. I have a second chance at life and you were- are the best thing about it. The path I'm going on now, doesn't require you. Raqisa doesn't need Damian Wayne. )

"Então você está nos jogando fora? É isso! O que Roman está fazendo com você, meu anjo?" (So you're throwing us away? Is that it! What is Roman doing to you, my angel?)

"É para te proteger! Confie em mim POR FAVOR. Eu preciso de você também."
(Its to protect you! Trust me, please. I need you too.)

"For how long?" I ask "Don't say it doesn't matter, because it does. You know what- What the hell do you want."

"Damian I-"

"No seriously." my head shakes and I give her a blank stare. "What do you want, woman? I want to know what you want."

Her face stiffened and I could tell she wasn't looking at me just to look at me. She was genuinely confused. Was it what I had asked her? Is that why her nose scrunched up and she was just barely breathing?

Once again, I'm standing directly in front of her. My hand reached to lift her chin so we were eye to eye.

"Woman, tell me. Please. Tell me what you want." I somewhat beg. I wasn't asking this half hearted. I want to know. I deserve to know. What did Valarie Ellington want from me? What does she expect from me? Is it me at all?

I hear her mentally battling with herself and the needled drops from her hand. Her fingers graze my hair and I hear her mumble as if she is saying a prayer with her eyes shut.

"Tell me." I breath again and I feel how cold her hand is against my naked neck. Goosebumps march up my spine and I sort of shake. I suddenly feel her breath against my lips, questioning weather to kiss me or not.

My own doing the same thing. As much as I wanted to warm her cool body with my own, especially her beautiful lips, I resisted. I let her know what I wanted already.

"I don't know." She says near my lips

"Bullshit." I whisper

"Not Bullshit." And her slight warmth was the wind and my eyes fly open and watch her gather the rest of her things. "I don't know what I want."

******

RAVEN 💥

I just rented this horror movie and the reviews say it sucks.
Wanna come over and watch?

I'm just now getting your text, I was out with Tim and Stephanie chasing a lead.
After the crap night I had, watching a horribly made horror film sounds way better.

Forget the movie, spill the tea. Am I using that term right?

I don't even want to think about what that means. I'll be over in a bit and we can talk about "spilling tea"...

Ok. Don't keep me waiting, Damian. I might start the movie without you.

"Damian? Are you alright?" Asks Stephanie putting a hand on his shoulder as he put his phone down.

"I'm fine." He answers back shrugging it off.

"Are you sure-"

"You were absolutely reckless!" Tim mouths off a bit pissed. "You could have killed that guy!"

"He's still alive." He shrugged "You should be thanking me. We never would have got any information if it wasn't for me."

"Information!" Tim says pushing him a bit "You son of a bitch! You beat the living shit out of him! What the hell?"

"Back off." Damian says angrily pushing back.

"You ruined a stealth mission. I'm trying to catch Fane and put a stop to whatever he's doing."

"Boys calm down." Stephanie intervenes trying to separate them. "We now know who Fane is working for. Blackmask will get caught and we'll take if from their "

"Be greatful." Damian sneered taking off his mask. Tim shook his head with his jaw clenched along with his fists.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Asks Alfred walking into the batcave.

"Nothing Alfred." Stephanie answered as Damian pushed passed him. "Everything is fine." She assured him then he left.

"I don't know whats gotten into him." said Tim taking a seat on the wheely chair.

"I'll go and check." Alfred nodded, following Damian.

"Take it easy on him ok? He may be having a rough day. Like I said, we got a name and that's all that matters." Stephanie says drapping her arms across his chest and kissing Tim's head. "Just relax now?"

"Oh?" Tim asks tapping his chin looking up at her as her hands slip through the front of his uniform. "I think I have a couple ideas."

"Me too." She winked

***

Damian went up to his room and showered. It was eleven at night and he was sort of rethinking hanging out with Raven. He wasn't an avid drinker, but right now, he wanted a drink.

RAVEN 💥

Are you still coming over?

Raincheck.

Damn, you really are in a bad mood.

I was thinking about going to a bar, but not that many bars are open this time of night and if they are, I'm bound to get into a fight with the drunkies.

Who says you can't have a drink still? I got this bottle of bourbon from the guy who sold me my apartment.
We can sit on top of a roof and try not to get to where we fall off the roof.

Sounds way better. Be at the top of Wayne Enterprises?

Sounds dangerous.
Sure why not.

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