'You can do this. You are heir to the Demon and Son of the Bat.' Damian thought determinately, walking down the halls to his class, clutching his backpack's handles.
'You can do this.'
But the second Damian entered his class and saw the students talking to each other and socializing, he dived to the male restrooms.
Damian... well... had second thoughts.
Grabbing his phone, and locking his stall, he hurriedly called Steph.
'Pick up! Pick up! Pick up!'
"Hello?" Steph answered, at long last, she answered. Steph was at a cafe.
"Brown! I need an extraction!"
"From school?" Steph was confused. "Why?"
"I think I am sick."
"Describe your symptoms." Steph took a sip from her boba.
"Sweaty palms. Elevated heart rate. Stomach Palpitations."
"Hmmmm... Kinda sounds like nerves to me." Steph said. "Are you nervous?"
"No." Damian denied.
"Aw, you are!"
"It is your fault for giving terrible advice!" Damian whisper-shouted. "What am I going to have in common with people? I was raised by assassins!"
"Only for a short while. Then it was a billionaire vigilante. How could people not relate to that?"
"Helpful as ever, Brown. I just have to do this myself. Like everything."
"That's the Damian I know and love. Go get 'em."
'Now what did Father say again? Animals?'
Damian looked to his left, two boys were talking about a video one of them saw last night.
"I have a cow." Damian told them with the stiffest tone. The both of them stopped looked at him. "And two dogs." continued Damian awkwardly. "And also a cat."
"Um," The blonde haired one stare. "That's cool... I guess?"
"Thanks." Damian said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
The two boys continued their conversation, as if nothing happened
'This is the last time I'll ever take advice from father.' Damian clenched his fists, frustrated.
'There has to be another way.'
Damian walks down the hall to the check out the clubs are as his class was over and he requested Mrs. Liana to provide about it.
"Ah, Damian!" Mrs. Liana exclaimed. "I have the list of the clubs and activities you asked for. I'm glad you are taking an interest!" Mrs. Liana happily announced as she handed the list to Damian.
"Do you still want to join the tennis team?" Mrs. Liana asked as Damian read through the list.
"I am not allowed." He replied.
"Well, there are other options! You can help in the school newspaper... or maybe try to Fight Dragons in the-"
"You can fight dragons here?" Damian asked excitedly.
"Of course! Fight Dragons in the Dungeons is a popular game."
"Oh."
Damian's disappointment could not be expressed in words.
"Is there something else you could possibly try?"
"Maybe. I don't know."
Damian whipped out his phone and texted Grayson.
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Grayson
It's not working.
Just be yourself! That's all that matters.
Maybe I should follow Todd's advice.
and break someone out of prison.
Please don't do that.
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While Damian brainstormed of more ways to make friends, Mrs. Brown came.
"Class," Mrs. Brown began, smiling. "We have a new student. Please, come in."
Walking inside with elegance, not a sound from her feet, she had a smile which simply beamed on her face.
The girl's (h/c) tresses, long and lustrous, were swept up in a bun, two rebel strands, like playful tendrils, dared to escape, one of them tucked behind her ear.
Her porcelain skin glowed against the backdrop of her hair, while her (e/c) eyes, like sweet dark chocolate, danced with a hint of intrigue.
She stood in front of the class with confidence, her posture relaxed.
"Hi everyone!" She waved lightly. Her right arm wasn't completely outstretched, her wrists and elbows did the work. "My name is Y/n and I hope we'll all get along."
Her voice was soothing and filled with energy. Maybe it was that which charmed most of the boys although she didn't mean to charm any guy.
Regardless, it left a considerable wave of positivity.
But 11-year-old Damian, who is very blunt about romance, only felt that she was good at making friends.
"Thank you for your introduction, Ms. Y/n." Mrs. Brown complimented. "Do you have anything else you would like to say?"
"No, thank you, Mrs. Brown."
"Very well. You may sit over there."
It was a seat that was next to Damian.
That seat usually remained empty since everyone preferred to sit next to their friends, or whichever seat they felt was alright to them.
Y/n thanked Mrs. Brown with a short, polite bow before heading to the seat she chose.
"Now everyone," Mrs. Brown began. "I know you all are excited, but I need you all to continue this excitement after my class."
And that's when an idea struck in his head. Since the other students already knew him as 'intimidating' and 'awkward', why not try being friends with Y/n? She can be a fresh start.
So, hope and determination grew in Damian's eyes as Mrs. Brown began teaching.
Y/n had bored eyes. She'd already learnt this all by the time she was 3, so there wasn't any point in paying attention. Unless Mrs. Brown asked her any question or there was anything to write down, she'd be sitting there with her head resting on the palm of her hand.
Y/n looked at Damian curiously. At his right, he had his notebook open with a pen laid at its middle, ready for writing anything important while he sketched in his sketchbook.
His pencil danced across the page, conjuring magnificent dragons. Every line was infused with exquisite detail, each stroke breathing life into the mythical beasts.
Y/n couldn't tear her gaze from the sketch. It held her captive, its intricate details weaving a spell that stole her breath.
A prickling sensation, at the back of his neck, pulled Damian's eyes away from his creation. He swiveled his head, and there was Y/n, her expression a captivating mix of awe and concentration as her eyes devoured every detail of his sketch.
A flicker of satisfaction danced in Damian's eyes, a testament to her attention.
Her focus shifted, her eyes snapping open to meet his in a moment of realization, Y/n blinked, and her gaze met his.
"Oh," she stammered, a touch of pink dusting her cheeks. "I didn't mean to intrude, was I making you feel uncomfortable?"
"Not really." Damian said, happy to make a normal conversation at last.
"You're art... it's beautiful." Y/n whispered, not wanting Mrs. Brown to hear; her eyes filled with awe.
"Um... Thank you."
"I'm Y/n. Y/n Agnes." She introduced.
"Damian." Damian replied. "Damian Wayne."
"And..." Mrs. Brown continued. "There! And that is how you solve this linear equation."
Just then, Mrs. Brown turned back, wrapping up the lesson. As she approached, Y/n noticed the sketchpad had vanished, replaced by a notebook filled with neat notes, mirroring Damian's. Both had seemingly conjured perfect solutions without breaking a sweat.
Mrs. Brown, impressed with Y/n's work, suggested Damian as a classmate to ask for help if needed and told that she may do just fine here. Y/n and Damian exchanged glances, both aware of their hidden talents and the secret exchange that had just occurred.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class. "I heard there's an art club," Y/n said, turning to Damian. "Want to join together?"
"Sure," Damian agreed, packing his things.
"Awesome!" Y/n exclaimed. "Let's meet up after our classes."
"Sounds good." Damian replied.
"I have to go to my class." Y/n informed. "See you, Damian!"
"Bye." Damian responded with a bit of a wave.
Damian then whipped his phone and smiled as he informed Grayson of his achievement.
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Grayson
Mission Accomplished.
I think.
Good job, buddy!
I knew you could do it!
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~Mini-Theatre~
Damian was sad.
He looked down, pouting as he thought 'I tried everything...'
Dazed by his own thoughts he did not notice another presence behind. With a light tap on his shoulder, he turned around.
A girl, as old as him, smiled and beamed. "Hello, I'm Y/n! We're desk buddies now, so wanna be friends?"
And then... a light shone from behind her. It was as if she was an angel and a divine halo glowed from behind her.
Mission....
"Yes," Damian did not want to lose this opportunity as he shook her hand, unwilling to let go. "Damian. My name is Damian Wayne."
Accomplished.
End of Chapter III
Word count: 1407.