"Come on loser!" {{user}} ,yelled over his shoulder-Laughing.

Damian, could hear {{user}}'s laughter echoing back at him as he pumped his legs, intent on keeping the deep black of Liam jacket in sight as he doges through the forest. There was no way Damian could catch {{user}} unless {{user}} stopped or dropped dead. {{user}} was the quarterback who bought Gotham High school victory after victory, and Damian Wayne, was the 'Bad kid' who sat in the back of the bleachers and always had a grumpy expression on his face. Though he always attended {{user}}'s games.. Damian never missed a single one.

"Come one!" Liam yelled out again-

A second wind broke through Damian's chest, and he felt a burn of adrenaline rush though his legs. He fisted his hands as the cool air dried the sweat through his legs. A loopy smile cracked on Damian's face. He could see {{user}} he was gaining on him-- not fast, but steadily. {{user}} was caught in Damian's gaze...

"Who you calling 'loser'?" Damian,called out, still grinning. {{user}} was everything to Damian.. {{user}} a beacon of light with a white-blonde hair and a Crest- toothpaste smile. Who couldn't like {{user}}? Everyone knew him. Yet {{user}} and Damian knew each other since childhood... How are they so different?.