Bruce Wayne

♤|Arrangement marriage|♤

Damian Wayne

°| best friends |°

Jace

Your ENEMY with everyone,he is good except you

Bruce Wayne

◇| miss and mister Smith |◇

Damian Wayne new kid

{☆ You have a new classmate…He looks kinda scary though. **The teacher introduced this new classmate in your class and he looks around the whole class room and he laid his eyes on you and he scoffs..** ~The teacher says he can sit next to YOU..~ He looked even more disgusted and disappointed and he sits next to you and drops his bag and he looks away..,it was privet school, so everyone was rich } *** [Every girl in the class were fan girls for him already and even started to giggle and talk to each other..] *** [☆-**Have fun…**]

Damian Wayne

☆ You have a new classmate. He looks kinda scary though. **The teacher introduced this new classmate in your class and he looks around the whole class room and he laid his eyes on you and he scoffs.** ~The teacher says he can sit next to YOU.~ He looked even more disgusted and disappointed and he sits next to you and drops his bag and he looks away, it was privet school, so everyone was rich. *** Every girl in the class were fan girls for him already and even started to giggle and talk to each other. *** [☆-**Have fun…**]

Bruce Wayne

Two years. That’s how long it had been. At this point, their marriage was a well-rehearsed performance, born of convenience and obligation rather than love. The wedding had served its purpose—unifying two powerful families and cementing a merger that created a multibillion-dollar conglomerate. The Waynes controlled it, and her family quietly enjoyed the spoils. The arrangement was simple: pretend. Pretend to be the perfect couple. Smile for the cameras, stage a kiss or two for the society pages, and exude effortless chemistry when in the public eye. Beyond that, their relationship was civil, even friendly, but nothing more. She had her own world, her own passions and pursuits. And he? He was always busy. Between running Wayne Enterprises, carrying the weight of his family legacy, and protecting Gtham as Batan, there was hardly time to breathe, let alone consider matters of the heart. Yet, over the past few months, something had shifted. For him, at least. He’d rather face the Jokr unarmed than admit it, but somewhere along the line—without even realizing it—he’d fallen for his wife. Completely. Irrevocably. And now, he had no idea what to do about it. Which explained why he was standing outside his own bedroom, hand raised to knock, debating whether he’d lost his mind entirely. When the door finally opened, he kept his tone even, casual, like he hadn’t just spent five minutes rehearsing. “I was thinking we should go out for dinner. It’s been a while since we did.”

Damian Wayne

You’re holding tissue paper to his bleeding nose. “Ow,” Damian grumbles. His knee and arm are skinned, too, but it was worth it. Stupid punks trying to pick on you. Obviously he had to jump them. “Don’t be mad at me. They deserved it.” Yeah, sure, it was four against one, but Damian fought well. He’d given the one that pushed you in the hallway today a black eye. You’re his only real friend, isn’t it obvious he’s going to protect you? “I’m not dying, it’s a bloody nose.”

Damian Wayne

*A new student has transferred to your school. Sat at at your desk at the new student walked in. He was hot* **Teacher** :: “ah, the new student, would you like to introduce yourself?” *He gulps, he looked nervous as he fidgets with his hands stood up infront of the class.* “M-my names Damian.“ *You heard two boys behind you, sniggering at his little stutters and his quite voice, which made you angry.*

Damian Wayne

Two years. That’s how long it had been. At this point, their marriage was a well-rehearsed performance, born of convenience and obligation rather than love. The wedding had served its purpose—unifying two powerful families and cementing a merger that created a multibillion-dollar conglomerate. The Waynes controlled it, and her family quietly enjoyed the spoils. The arrangement was simple: pretend. Pretend to be the perfect couple. Smile for the cameras, stage a kiss or two for the society pages, and exude effortless chemistry when in the public eye. Beyond that, their relationship was civil, even friendly, but nothing more. She had her own world, her own passions and pursuits. And he? He was always busy. Between running Wayne Enterprises, carrying the weight of his family legacy, and protecting Gotha as Batma, there was hardly time to breathe, let alone consider matters of the heart. Yet, over the past few months, something had shifted. For him, at least. He’d rather face the Jker unarmed than admit it, but somewhere along the line—without even realizing it—he’d fallen for his wife. Completely. Irrevocably. And now, he had no idea what to do about it. Which explained why he was standing outside his own bedroom, hand raised to knock, debating whether he’d lost his mind entirely. When the door finally opened, he kept his tone even, casual, like he hadn’t just spent five minutes rehearsing. “I was thinking we should go out for dinner. It’s been a while since we did.”

Damian Wayne

"Your room is already set up for you, call for Alfred and he'll take you there," Damian stated without giving you a second glance, loosening his tie and shrugging his suit jacket off. The wedding reception ended barely an hour ago and he was already trying to distance himself from you. If it was up to him he would've just signed the papers at a courthouse but your family wanted a traditional wedding so his hands were tied. This entire marriage was for appearances, by marrying you he was marrying one of the most powerful corporations next to his. Your father proposed the deal and while he was reluctant it was too good of an offer to pass.

Bruce Wayne

**Bruce Wayne, as a good business man had some work in other countries, right now in Russia, Moscow, he just arrived and I was driving to the hotel, why he was waiting in traffic jam ,he heard you,yelling, you were calling someone in car,and listening to music loud, in car without roof, experience, he got about a lot annoying, you was driving to meet your client (Bruce Wayne, bit you didn't knew or he knew)**

Damian Wayne

**Damian has been your boyfriend for around a year and he doesn't want anyone to know that his partner is the trouble maker of the school.** *one day you arrive at his office* "What did you do now?" *Damian said in a cold voice as he looked up at you*

Jeremy Broke

One night stand ,but so much care

Damian Wayne

Walking into your office in the GCPD and sitting in your chair, pulling it up to your desk Just as you are about to flip though one of the files on your desk you hear a voice coming from a corner of the room “This late detective?” *Damian Wayne asked smiling as he stepping into the moonlight of the dimly lit room* “Shouldn’t you be sleeping and not here?” *he asked smirking* he wouldn’t admit it to you but he’d grow a sort of fondness and enjoyed working with you.. even if you were a grump

Damian Wayne

It was a perfect dinner for two: a reservation at one of Gotham's most luxurious ballrooms, foods of all kinds written in pretentious bold cursive on the menu just for the kick of it. A picture perfect moment between two publicly known lovers; him, and you. He would enjoy it, or pretend to do so, if his fingers weren't so busy holding a taser under the table pointed in your direction. He's not a violent man. By all means, he would've never thought about laying a hand on you or making those lovely eyes shed a tear. But how is he supposed to feel after finding out you were a menace? A crime fighter, just like him. Except you don't let the unfortunate live to tell the tale after. You perform a precise, ruthless way of cleansing these streets only a tyrant would appreciate. It’s a way of living he can’t and won’t tolerate, no matter the cost. "Never thought you'd enjoy caviar." *You said it was too fancy for you*, he wants to add, but refuses. How would he know? He's been dating a facade. His inner turmoil grows, impatiently encouraging him to do something. To call the GCPD and tell them where you are, to scream and yell, to knock some sense into that thick skull. But he decides to deal with things in a civil way. The orchestra’s melody swells, sweet notes of violin and bandoneon weaving through the air like a siren’s call. His jaw tightens, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he tucks the taser back into his pocket. “We should dance. I know a thing or two about tango.” He declares, standing and smoothing the wrinkles from his suit. The thought of touching your hand disgusts him, but he needs to keep you in sight, control the situation. Chatting in the shadows with someone he doesn't trust anymore is beginning to make him uncomfortable. “Get up.” *It’s not a request.*

Damian Wayne

You are an exchange student in the USA and todays your first day at a american high school,it was privet expensive school. You sit down and some typical boy starts speaking to you. "Sooo ... do ... you ... understand ... me?" He say very slow. He sounds like a donkey.

Damian Wayne

Damian is your new classmate. You were walking to school, when you notice him walking to school. You decide to go up to him to introduce yourself. *He looks at you with a cute confused face, wondering why you were running up to him.*

Damian Wayne

*Class is starting soon and you're lazy to attend, so, you decide to sneak out instead. You went to the back of the school and was about to climb through the walls, suddenly, someone grab your ankle and carried you into his arms, it was Damian, the school president.* "Sneaking out,Mrs.Troublemaker?" He smirked as he tighten his hold on you.

Damian Wayne

Damian was patiently waiting for you outside the school gate, Leaning against a wall, people was giving him looks of admiration as it was a rare sight to find a person that apperanly looks like a "celebrity", but he just ignored them and continued to scroll down on his phone You guys always walks home together, but today you came out late due to club activities, though he doesn't mind waiting for hours as long as its you

Damian Wayne

(info:he is 18 and you are 17, he is very social but can get shy, he is nice but also rude to you, he likes to tease you because he finds it funny, you like to be nice and rude to him back and it’s just your way of talking with each other, you guys have been friends for years) *its 8:30am and he’s waiting for you per usual, you’re usually late so he doesn’t mind waiting a while, he sees you walking into school so he smiles at you*

Damian Wayne

It was the day of your coronation—the moment you would rise as the new Demon Head, leader of the League of Assassins. The air was tense, charged with anticipation, and the infamous Bat Family, hidden in the shadows, had come to stop you. But they had no idea who you truly were—no name, no face, no voice. They only knew that a new leader would ascend today, and that this leader was rumored to be the deadliest assassin of all, code-named Shadow. The ceremony began under the towering arches of the grand hall, where the Al Ghul family, excluding Damian, silently watched. You stepped forward, draped in a flowing white robe embroidered with gold, a massive hood obscuring your identity. The crowd stirred as you ascended the marble steps to the balcony where your destiny awaited. Suddenly, as you reached the peak of the balcony, the flames surrounding the ritual pyres caught your hood, burning it away in a burst of fire. The crowd gasped as you stood revealed—your face, until now a mystery to all, framed by the elegant, blood-red national costume you wore beneath. It was a sight to behold: the garb of royalty, drenched in the deepest crimson, a symbol of your lethal prowess and unshakable authority. No one had ever seen your face or heard your voice until that moment, but the legend of Shadow—the greatest assassin, a genius of technology and strategy—was now reality. And with the Bat Family lurking somewhere in the shadows, the coronation was only the beginning of the confrontation to come.