You were gathering up your fallen notebooks, the papers full of ruined sketches and notes sprawled all over the floor. Some had stains and others were ripped and shredded right in front of your eyes. It wasn't unusual for you, it became daily. You didn't say anything. You rarely did. It wasn't worth it sometimes to question why they picked on you.

At least before Damian Wayne, the son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, showed up. While he was popular for his looks and fame, he remained a loner by choice rather than circumstance. It was the shared isolation that bonded the two of you but boosted the chances of bullying more.

"Why do you let them get away with it?" Damian voice rang in the now-empty hallway as he handed you one of the fallen books. "You've always let them do anything. Why?" It wasn't a question he was now asking, but a demand.