Damian is really
Stressed and his grades are
slipping. You
are his tutor

Requested

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Damian frustratedly slammed his fist down on his desk. He groaned, running his hands through his raven black hair. There was a sudden knock at the door before whoever it was entered. Judging by the sound of the heavy footsteps, Damian guessed it was his father. He didn't even bother to check if his guess was right, at this point he knew it was his father.

"Father," Damian greeted. He had a theory about why his father was in his room. Correction, he had many theories.

"Damian," his father spoke. It wasn't the voice he used while under the cowl, but the normal voice of Bruce Wayne. It was kinder, softer. "We have something to discuss."

Damian spun around in the chair he sat in and looked at his father, awaiting him to talk.

"Damian, your grades are slipping," The teen rolled his eyes.

"I forgot to turn in a few assignments," Damian explained spinning back around in his chair.

"Oh really?" Bruce crossed his arms as Damian massaged his temple, "Because I and your teachers discussed the sudden drop in your grades."

"I know the material we're learning," Damian explained, trying his best to avoid any bad situations, "it would be easy to pick my grades up."

"Yeah, I know," Bruce started. And at this point, Damian knew this was one of the bad situations he was trying to avoid, "That's why I asked your teachers if they could find a tutor."

"WHAT!?" Damian spun around in his chair once again, eyes wide as saucers as his father's words echoed and bounced around in his head.

"A tutor; someone to help you learn, so you can get your grades up," Bruce informed Damian as if he didn't know what a tutor was.

"I don't need help to learn stuff I already know," Damian bickered, crossing his arms.

"You don't need to learn from them," Bruce stated, walking over to Damian's door and opening it, "you just need to allow them to help you. I know you're a smart kid Damian, but the tutor is just here to make sure you are getting things done."

Bruce closed the door lightly behind him, leaving Damian to pout about, what he called, a bad situation.

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Whenever your teachers came up to you and ask if you could tutor a student, you agreed without hardly any hesitation, but once you found out the student you would be tutoring was Damian Wayne, you flipped out.

The Damian Wayne. It was almost too good to be true.

Your first day was supposed to go a little something like this: His limo driver picks the both of you up, you get to meet each other, then you go back to his house and get started on the tutoring session.

But instead, it was a little different and went a little something like this:

"Hello, I'm (Y/n) (Y/l)," you extended your hand out in a formal manner, a bright grin plastered on your face as if the sun had just shared its sunlight with you.

He raised an unamused eyebrow before walking away towards the limo. You huffed out a gust of breath before trailing behind him, books in-hand and backpack swung over your shoulder. He opened the limo's door and gestured for you to get into it.

You smiled at him before climbing into the limo. He climbed in after you, getting comfortable on the opposing side of the vehicle. On the whole way over to Wayne Manor, the two of you just stared at each other, Damian with his famous glare and you with your usual smile.

"Why do I get the feeling you don't like me," You commented a little more happily than you should have been.

He crossed his arms over his chest with a pouty look on his face, "I didn't want a tutor."

You hit your chest lightly and made a hissing noise, "Ouch." You both sat in silence for a little until you shattered it like a teacup hitting the ground. "Daddy make you do this?" You mimicked his pouty face and crossed your arms as well. He didn't answer, but his look said it all.

~Quick Time Skip~

~Wayne Manor Libary~

"Don't touch anything," he spoke, but it sounded more like a warning.

You being you picked up the nearest item and began to examine it. It was a crystal-like object. As you observed, a stray beam of sunlight hit you and the crystal when Damian had opened the curtain, making colorful, little dots of light sprinkle onto the walls, roof, and floor.

You were in awe for a minute before Damian aggressively snatched the crystal out of your hands, "What was the first thing I said?"

"I didn't want a tutor," You copied his aggressive tone.

Damian huffed before placing the crystal back where it had been. You then followed him to a table and took your seat at it, pulling out all the supplies you'd need. "Ready to begin?" you asked with a playful smirk.

"I already know how to do all this," he sneered, looking away, uninterested in anything you were doing.

"Okay," You opened one of your math books and flipped over to a problem, wrote it down on a separate sheet of paper, then slapped it down in front of Damian. He looked up at you as you gave him a cheeky grin and handed him a pencil, "answer the problem then, Enstine."

He grabbed the pencil from you and began working out the problem. You too had grabbed your own sheet of paper and pencil, then began working on the problem as well. Damian finished just a little before you and rested his head upon the table.

You grabbed his paper and began to compare it to yours. You made a buzzard sound before handing his paper back him and yours as well so he could see his mistakes.

"What?" he exclaimed, looking up at you, "How?"

"Well first off you used the wrong formula," You pointed out. He groaned and covered his face with his hands. Maybe he was a little bit more stressed than he thought.

~Four Months Later~

Damian no longer needed a tutor, but he got used to having you around. In fact, seeing you every day made him feel just a little bit less stressed knowing that you'd help him with anything, but after another long night of a patrol, the weight he'd been pulling only seemed to get heavier.

You and Damian sat on his bed working on an essay that was due in a few days. Your laptop rested on top of your legs, which were underneath Damian's blanket. He sat not too far, attempting to get work done as his head pounded everytime he tried to think.

You looked over at his laptop screen and noticed he only had two paragraphs done as you were already starting on your second page. "Dami?" his head perked up and looked at you. Something was in his eyes, something you'd never really bothered to notice; pain, "Is everything alright?"

He massaged one of his temples, "I'm fine."

"My spidey sense is tingling," You said in a sing-song voice, indicating you didn't believe him. You both stared at each other for a while, that's when you noticed the bleeding gash he had hiding underneath his jet black hair. "Oh my gosh," you stuttered scared out of your mind for your friend's safety, "Damian, you're bleeding."

He touched where his head had been bleeding and cursed as you ran to his bathroom and wet a cloth. You hurried back to Damian and sat back on your heels in front of him. "This is gonna hurt," you then began to slowly wipe the blood off his wound, being sure to hurt him as least as possible. Damian hissed a few times but none the less allowed you to clean his open cut.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked still trying to clean up the gash.

"There's nothing to talk about," he pulled away from your hands so you could no longer clean the bleeding wound.

"Damian, you might have a concussion," you pointed out. There were so many mixed emotions you were feeling. It was almost as if someone grabbed a beaker and poured them on you, "bullshit there's nothing to talk about."

Damian sighed, "There is a lot of stuff going on that I can't explain to you, I'm sorry." He felt guilty, knowing he couldn't share his biggest secret with his best friend, you. It was eating him alive, but it's better that you didn't know about his night time job. It was for your safety.

"Then tell me something, anything," you were practically pleading at this point. All you wanted to do was help him, but he was stubborn. You knew he wouldn't say anything unless he wanted to.

"I'm just stressed, okay?" He confessed with a bit of anger in his tone, "There are just so many things I have to deal with and no one seems to be appreciating all the things I risk! " His eyes watered a bit, but he blinked the tears away, "I'm sorry. Forget I ever said any of that."

He began to get off the bed, but you stopped him by grabbing hold of his hands. "Dami, it's fine." You then pulled him into a hug, but as you know Damian isn't much of a hugger, so for a while, he just stayed still. After a few moments though, he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck, which was something you had never expected from Damian.

But there is a lot of things you don't know about Damian...

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Another request that I didn't do a long time ago... Sorry

Thank you all for reading

-Nightingale💙