Ik ik y'all HATE author notes BUT this will be the only one (if you are reading live, that's a lie. After the entire fic is over, this will be the only one, maybe a few psa ya know?)

what I want to say is, y/n's pronouns are they/them/theirs. Why? Because more than just girls read these types of fics and I wanted to help let EVERYONE enjoy this story without needing to edit the pronouns mentally in their head.

I did my best to think of EVERY and ALL races/religions/etc while writing this. Something like makeup and whatnot is mentioned here and there but it's not much so you can just ignore it if you want. (Like lipgloss, eyeliner, and maybe blush. Not much, I promise.) ik some religions don't allow makeup so definitely ignore it if you are in that type of religion! I just thought it, for the plot in most cases, it felt right to have it.

If you have any notes for me to edit on, please do kindly and I will do my best to edit with your help!

Ok, have fun with the story! 💗
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School has never been the most favorable thing for y/n. It's filled with people that always have something to say about everything and nothing. Not that everyone is like that, y/n knows this, but the majority is and it makes them squirmy. Not to mention, school itself isn't the easiest thing in the world.

Deadlines, getting up at 5 am to get ready for a 7 am class, speaking publicly, learning things you most definitely won't use in the real world, etc etc. Things like this make y/n, well, despise school and look forward to graduation.

Glaring at nothing but life and reality itself, y/n flops their hand around for their alarm on their phone and taps it, closing their eyes to fall back into a blissful sleep.

BEEEP BEEEP

Ugh. Those five minutes y/n indulges themselves in during the morning are most certainly not enough. Though, it definitely helps in the long run so they don't curse about it too much.

Dragging their body up, y/n glared at their phone before turning the alarm off for good, throwing their legs off the side of the bed and scrubbing their face gently. Standing after looking into the darkness of late fall for a good five minutes to - somewhat - become a person, y/n walks to the main bathroom down the hall from their room.

Switching the light on, y/n does their business and brushes their teeth. Humming a bit, y/n opens the mirror and takes the morning routine creams and oils out, quickly putting them on in the order they always do.

Tapping their cheeks once finished, y/n smiles a bit in the mirror.

"Eh. Not the worst sight in the entire world. At least I'm not Lex Luther."

Leaving, y/n stretches their arms across their chest to get a kink out and brings them back down to their side once satisfied. Right before they walk back into their room to change, y/n's Papa, Christopher, stops her.

"Peanut, do you have anything after school today? Your Dad and I want to take you out after school for your birthday."

It takes a second for their mind to catch up. "Oh today's my birthday! I completely forgot. Ya, sure, of course. I'm free all week actually after the part this weekend. Where were you guys thinking of taking me?" How y/n forgot their birthday is beyond them. They have, after all, been planning it all month.

Christopher cups the back of y/n's head after he gets close enough after fully leaving the master room and smiles down at them. "You'll just have to find out." After kissing their forehead, he rubs their noses together. "Go on, get dressed. I'm sure your dad already has a five course breakfast for us."

"I just hope it's not eggs again." Y/n gags a bit. "Eggs are literally just a chickens period."

Finally letting his child go, Christopher walks away from them and towards the stares while laughing fondly.

Y/n shakes their head and enters the room, walking to their closet and pulling out an outfit and matching shoes. It was a simple one, comfortable but also a bit fancy incase y/n's dads don't stop at home before wherever they are taking them.

Looking at the vanity, y/n shrugs. After all, why not a bit of lipgloss? Never hurt anyone.

Grabbing their school bag, phone, and AirPods, y/n leaves their room for the final time that morning and goes into the dinning room-kitchen area. "Morning, Dad."

Pausing him conversation with his husband, Adam smiles at y/n. "Good morning my love. How did you sleep?"

"Normal I guess. What are we having for breakfast?"

Turning back around to the stove, Adam hums. "Chocolate chip pancakes. Chris dear, would you give y/n their plate?" Purposely rubbing against Adam as he reaches around him to get the plate, Christopher whispers something to Adam and Adam swats at him. "Christopher Hills!"

Dodging hits, Christopher gives the plate to y/n. "He's insane peanut. Quick, pack the essentials, we gotta leave while we can. This is our chance- OW! Addy, what was that for?"

"For trying to escape. It's too late, your bound by blood. Remember middle school?"

Christopher pales. "No..."

Smiling evilly as he bends down to sit next to y/n, Adam nods. "Oh yes. That circle and chanting was real. You're stuck with me."

"Y/n, save yourself or you might be next." Christopher whispers, locking his feet around Adam's ankle under the table, picking up Adam's hand and kissing it softly.

"Ew." Y/n makes a disgusted face at the open lovingness from their dads. They may adore both of them, but watching your parents do anything remotely romantic is disgusting. "Anyway, Dad, Papa said we are going somewhere after school."

Adam nods as he begins to eat his own pancakes. Y/n follows and shimmies in their chair. They love chocolate chip pancakes. "Yes. It's a surprise though, sorry. Your food good baby?"

Pouting, y/n swallows the bite. "Yes. That's what Dad said. I hate surprises guys. Come on, where are we going?"

Christopher begins to talk over their begging and y/n sticks their tongue out at him.
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To be fair, it's only the second month of school. It's not y/n's fault that two people decided to get into a fight and now they have to take a whole different way to their class! Oh how they hate end of days on Fridays. Everyone is hyper and on their last nerve with each other.

Luckily, they find their class before the bell rings. Sliding into the last seat, y/n sighs deeply and whips at their eyes to blink away the growing tiredness.

Muscles stiffening at someone poking them on the shoulder, y/n slowly turns to their side. "Um... hello?"

"Hey, sorry for bothering you-" oh, it's only Damian Wayne. "But everyone else already has a lab partner for today. You want to be mine?" He gestured up the the board, clearing seeing y/n coming in late.

Damian was... pretty ok. Y/n didn't know him know him. They've spoken a few times here and there in the past, mostly for projects, so y/n was alright with being partners for... Ah, dissection, lovely. "Uh, ya, sure."

He pauses and than, sheepishly weirdly enough, asks, "Can you do the cutting?"

Y/n lifts an eyebrow. "Sure? Any particular reason you don't want to?"

"I like animals too much."

Fair enough. Y/n shrugs with a tiny smile. It was kind of cute, the fact that Damian loved animals so much that he couldn't open one up that was already dead. They knew, from the news and whatnot, that Damian activity and vocally helped animals.

Not too long later, the teacher starts the class, going over how the lab will work and the reason they are doing it as well as the dos and don'ts.

"That's about it. You and your partner can go to a table and get your supplies. Do not begin yet. I want to show you how to hold the interments and cut the frog open. Just stand with your partner and wait for more instructions please. Don't be that person that has to ruin it for everyone."

The class stands and mutter as they go to random tables, Damian not far behind y/n. They ended up on about the middle of the tables with two other partners on the other half of the table. The scalpel, gloves, forceps, scissors, and other things needed for the lab are already separated neatly in a bucket on both side of the table.

"Ok, those who are cutting, gloves on." Ms. Jackie waits a moment until her students raise their hands up to show they are ready. "Good. Noters, pens and pencils ready as well as your hands to help pass something to the cutters."

Ms. Jackie explains and walks through the process step by step with a camera that shows on the board with what she is doing, stopping here and there to wait for the class to catch up and ask questions when needed. Y/n, while having the time of their life - but also slightly off footed with the whole thing - laughs slight when Damian squeaks.

Damian coughs and turns a slight shade of red. "I- uh, ignore that."

"Hm. Never happened man. Can you pass me the- thanks." Y/n looks over their shoulder to look at Damian's note book. "Nice notes. They seem helpful unlike what mine would look like. I suck at notes."

"Oh, thanks. My... older brother gave me a crash course of note taking a while back. He's an idiot, but he takes things like that's seriously."

Y/n keeps the small part of 'why is he telling me this' to themselves. Damian wasn't much of a talker, nor someone who talks about home. Not because it's a bad life at home - everyone hopes anyway - but because he simply doesn't. Y/n silently gloats that they are lucky enough to learn about the 'mysterious' boy.

"Oh, cool. My dads' aren't much help when it comes that type of thing. My Papa is more of a math geek and my Dad is doctor so his notes are literally just 'sick' with no description for his poor nurses."

Damian hums, ironically writing something in that moment. "What type of doctor?"

"Vet for aquatic life at the aquarium down in the city."

Ms. Jackie cuts there actually very nice conversation by go through how to clean up. Damian actually helps with this part, cleaning the utilities. Y/n giggles at him when he grimaced at the blood.

They wash their hands and make their way back to their desks. Despite never really speaking, Damian sits right behind y/n. Turning around, y/n gestures to the note book to look at it theirself and Damian hands it over after a second.

"So Damian, I have a birthday this weekend. You wanna come?"

Damian freezes from grabbing his bag from the floor. "Um... what day?"

Y/n looks up slight and shrugs. "Sunday. My Dad thinks it's good luck for whatever reason. You don't have to come if you don't want to. Just inviting you in case you do. There's not gonna be many people. Just my dads and three friends of mine. You don't have to bring a present ether."

Picking at his hands, Damian nods slowly. "Can I get your number so I can give you an answer later? I'm not sure what I'm doing this Sunday."

"Of course. By the way, these really are good notes. We are about to pass this lab with an A+ simply from them alone. Let alone my magnificent surgery skills." Y/n prides themselves when they get a tiny laugh out of the Damian Wayne. (Look, the guy is really, really quiet and keeps to himself despite what today seemed. Speaking of, why did Damian talk to y/n so much?)
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Y/n squeals and jumps for a moment. "Oh they're so cute! How many can I get?"

"One."

Pouting, y/n turns to Adam. "But Dad-"

Adam raises his hand. "Not my idea, your papa's. I actually wouldn't have minded two. He, however, once to start with one and see where it goes. Come on, let's sit with one ya?"

Y/n nods, happy enough to even have the chance to get a cat in the first place. Looking through the crates, y/n points to a old black cat that is missing an arm. "That one."

Leaning down to look, Christopher nods. "Alright. Let me go get a worker."

As it turns out, William - the cat - is one of the nicest and cuddly cats ever and y/n loves her. "Can we get this one?"

"Are you sure? You've only sat with her." Adam was, clearly, not judging the three legged cat, merely asking to make sure y/n was sure.

Y/n nods happily. "William, you're coming home."

The worker smiles sadly. "I will admit, I will miss her. She's been here for a good year and a half. No one wants the 'broken old cat'. The shelter was actually thinking about putting her down."

Gasping like that personally offended y/n, y/n gently holds William closer. "That's so rude! Don't worry Will, I'll protect you from the mean people."

Petting the top of William's head, the worker laughs and hands the adoption papers to y/n's parents. "All jokes aside, William is a good kitty. She might take a few days to warm up simply from the whole moving thing. She's about 6 years old, maybe 7. Last vet check was probably 8 months ago so I do suggest you take her in these next months after she's settled. As of right now, she's in perfect health other than the whole missing an arm thing."

Holding onto every word, y/n nods. "Ok. Thank you."

"Of course kiddo. Have a nice birthday weekend. I'm sure William will come to love you very quickly."

The ride home was one filled with tiny whispers. Y/n talking quietly to William as Christopher and Adam watch them fondly through the mirror.

This weekend will be a good one.