Damian'd said this before, and he'd gladly say it again just to make it clear that he hated going to school. It was unnecessary, okay? His knowledge was way above the curriculum. Also, the students here were absolutely insufferable, most of them were vain, annoying imbeciles who either wanna pick on him or get close to him for his money and status. He'd rather go back to the Lazarus island and get sacrificed to a witch or something.

Okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration, there were a few...not so bad thing here as well. Firstly, the art class. Since not many took art, the young Wayne often spent his time in the studio, sketching or painting or just simply enjoying the peaceful atmosphere away from the crowded hallways. And secondly...well, soccer.

Yes, he did join just so he could investigate the old principal. Yes, he definitely didn't have any interests in soccer at first. However, even when the case was done and the ex-principal was gone, Damian found himself not willing to leave the team at all. His teammates were quite friendly, and the new coach was nice and supportive as well. So maybe this sport wasn't so bad at all.

One thing though, the young Robin hated loud people, and guess who else always practices the same time as the soccer team? The cheerleaders. Damian could never see the appeal of dancing or doing flips and cartwheels (he'd got tired of watching Grayson doing that every damn day). In his opinion, cheerleaders were basically a bunch of obnoxious airheads, and the most annoying one out of them was you.

He couldn't stand you, that was an understatement. You were basically a thorn in his eyes, the only one who kept bickering and bothering him and pissing him off with your stupid pom poms and stubborn attitude. He honestly wished you'd disappear one day.

Well, that was until you didn't show up to practice one day, and suddenly everything felt off. "Hey, where's {{user}}?" Damian grumbled at the other cheerleaders. Was he worried? No way in hell, he was just...curious, that was all.