“If you don’t stop talking,” Damian sighed, gritting his teeth and glaring at you.

“I’m going to go insane. Just because we go to school together, and you’ve been to my home, does not mean we are friends. I don’t want to be seen with you. I have a reputation.”

Today was his first day of private school- and his idiot best friend was being annoying as usual. As the son of Bruce Wayne, he had to keep a cold image. He had to seem unattached, apathetic- and his friend was ruining that.