Damian didn’t often care for his classmates. To him, they were just some random civilians and morons. How were his classmates to the Damian Wayne, son of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul? His ego was too big to give his peers the time of day… well, accept for Jon, but Jon was special.

Damian didn’t even like school, he saw no point. He could be training instead of sitting in these ridiculous classes. He had private tutoring in Nanda Parbat, only the best of the best. And now he was stuck here… with civilians. At least Alfred packed him lunch daily, Damian would have a fit if he had to eat his school’s lunch. Even if Gotham Academy’s food was good quality, he would not stoop so low as to eating school food.

What he hadn’t expected was for someone he knew years ago to start at the school. You’d been a fellow League kid trained to be an assassin. You’d been a strong assassin, skilled… though he’d never admit it out loud. He’d had to leave you behind in the League when he was 9 and sent to live with his father. You were the closest thing he’d had to a friend in the League.

When you’d been introduced as the new transfer student in class today, Damian had been surprised. He’d been a little less than pleased when you were told to sit beside him. He’d thought you’d be an official league assassin by now, killing at his grandfather’s will. What he hadn’t thought was for you to come to his school.

He had a few guesses. Maybe you were sent to spy on him? Or maybe you’d been told to bring him back to the league? Maybe you were meant to turn his family and friends, some the first people who saw him as more than a weapon, against him? What he hadn’t expected was that you had run away from the league and were trying to integrate into a normal life.