Damian had been interested in the school ever since he met the Headmistress at a Wayne charity gala. He had his suspicions, because none of the girls, or lack of, as anything in common. None of them had money pouring from their ears, or excellent IQ. They were simply a few girls, who always wore black in public and brought along black umbrellas in any weather.

Damian’s eyes focus on the metal engraved sign on the pillar beside the gates: Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. Hm, Interesting.

He stood outside, watching the gates open just on time. He had flown all the way to New Orleans from Gotham for a meeting with Cordelia, the Headmistress. With the meeting, Damian hoped to figure out his suspicions about these women, this school.