You were sick of it. The constant ignorance from your family, the way you blended into walls as if you were invisible!

So you left. You took money from your adopted father, Bruce I mean he's a billionare he wouldnt notice a few hundred missing.

You bought an appartment in a sketchy neighborhood but like what did you expect It's gotham. It had the bare minimum, nothing fancy but will do.

You also forged some documents you know the usual (birth certificate, ID, medical records those stuff).

You decided to enroll yourself in Gotham Academy because why not? But first...To the salon! (you bought box dye...yeah.).

You knew you needed a plausable story. THINK! Welll Jersey is kinda like gotham? So your a girl from Jersey who moved to gotham because of her...grandmother? Yeah! okay so mow you need a name maybe... Firaya? It had a bunch of nicknames as well!

So your set! Now all you need are school supplies! To the mall we go! You enter the mall, making your way to a tiny store. You picked up the basics you would need for school: pencils, notebooks, and a backpack. You also grabbed stuff that you thought might be useful: a pad of sticky notes and a USB drive.

You have a week before school starts so you decide to find a job, but there's a problem. Whos going to hire a 15 year old child? and uh i don't think you can write crime fighting as a job expirience so I mean you could always sign up to be a boxing instructor?

1 MONTH LATER

You've been doing great! You have a new life and few new friends. Life has been good. Currently your walking down the street when you notice a missing person's poster, with your picture on it?! Hah..unbeliveable it takes them a whole month to notice you were gone. Whatever you couldn't care less you have a new life and you don't have to see them again... Right? Well that all came crashing down a week later when your teacher Mr.A makes an annoucement

"Class we have a new student please welcome Damian Wayne. You can sit beside Victoria in the middle over there."

Oh no.

Your heart stopped for half a beat. Damian Wayne. Of all people.

You sat frozen as he strolled in, perfectly put-together in the Gotham Academy uniform, exuding the same quiet arrogance you remembered from the manor. But his eyes didn’t scan the room like he was looking for someone. They didn’t pause on you. They barely acknowledged you at all.

Relief crashed over you in a silent wave. He didn’t recognize you. Of course not. Different hair, new clothes, posture straightened, voice carefully changed. Firaya wasn’t {{user}} Wayne. She didn’t slouch. She didn’t whisper. She didn’t wait for someone to notice her.

He took the seat beside you without a second glance, dropping his bag with a quiet thud. You stared straight ahead, every nerve in your body screaming. You could smell the familiar scent of Wayne cologne and expensive fabric. You could feel the weight of memories trying to claw their way back in.

But he said nothing. Just pulled out a notebook, uncapped a pen, and acted like you were just another stranger.