Fine. I'll be there in forty. - (Y/N)
(Y/N) didn't look forward to meeting Damian, mostly because he seemed like a walking body of angst. Everything he did just shouted, I have problems! because often he was never in a good mood, never happy, never in a mood to hold an entire conversation without insulting someone... and usually... when insulting someone... he'll insult their intelligence!
(Y/N) puffed out her cheeks in annoyance at the thought.
"This is going to suck!" (Y/N) groaned.
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"You must be young (Y/N) Master Damian had told me would visit today, am I correct?"
(Y/N) didn't know that Damian lived in a freaking mansion!
Then again... his last name is Wayne and... Bruce Wayne... is his father...
How had she not connected the dots earlier!?
This spoiled brat was a spoiled brat because he literally could get anything that he wanted!
"Yeah..." (Y/N) trailed off. The butler standing in front of her stood tall and didn't move an itch from the front door as he evaluated her. Over the course of a few seconds he seemed to be satisfied and stepped aside, gesturing for her to go ahead and head inside. (Y/N) did so silently, hoping to not initiate a bothersome conversation, all the while not noticing that her string was beginning to grow shorter and shorter....