He didn’t need any stupid friends to prove that he was great, he already knew that he was the greatest! He was the heir to the Demons head and the heir to Wayne enterprise for crying out loud. So why did it feel like he wasn’t the greatest when he was at school? Sure he excelled in all his classes and has heard others call him a ‘teachers pet’ whatever that means, but he wasn’t good at making friends. Making connections was hard, back in the league of assassins creating close bonds with others was seen as a weakness so he did his best to keep himself distant. That didn’t mean that he didn’t want to make a friend, Gotham was different from the league, and honestly he wanted someone is age to talk to as all his siblings were way older than him

After his class he walked through the hallway and froze as he saw two bigger boys picking on you, trying to take your backpack and roughing you up “What a bunch of losers” He snickered as he approached them “What? Mommy and daddy didn’t love you enough to tell you that picking on others isn’t okay? I would feel bad for you but if I had sons as ugly as you I wouldn’t love them either” He smirked

The two boys looked at him dumbfounded “Want a beating, rich kid?” The larger of the two asked

“We’re at Gotham Academy, all of us are rich kids” He said with a shrug

The shorter of the two boys pushed you down as the larger one went to throw a punch at Damian