"I don't understand why I should even do this."

"Like I said before, many of the gang members joining Two-Face and Joker are kids. Kids your age. Having you enter the recruitment grounds could potentially help us in stopping these kids from committing crimes or getting themselves hurt."

That was the conversation Damian had with his father this morning but still.

Looking around the crowded early morning cafeteria, the green eyed former assassin caught the gist of the grouping.

It was six weeks since the start of the new year, so clicks were already formed. There were the 'jocks' and 'cheerleaders' – traditionally the popular people if movie references were anything to go by. 'Goths' were a small group of depressed black wearing individuals with colored hair and outrageous piercings. 'Geeks' and 'Nerds' who were side by side but obviously different; one group preferred card games like 'magic' and the other group was engrossed on studying before classes began. 'Trouble makers' and 'Class clowns' seemingly went hand in hand – could be seen all around, mingling with the different groups; clearly extroverts that ruled the school from the background. There were other minor groups of people, probably from the same club or interests what have they, and a small handful of pure introverts. The silent wall flowers. The hidden eyes and ears of the school.

He shall see to them first.

Calmly walking up to a lone girl, Damian was suddenly stopped by a head of red popping in his way.

"Yo, you look new!" The girl cheered, moving to stand directly in front of him. She was one inch taller than him, putting her close to 5'9. Tall for a girl her age (presumably 16 Damian wagers), but that could be because of the high heels she wears. The stranger had fire truck red hair, brown eyes with green eye shadow, black top with a dark grey cardigan and knee length lime green skirt with matching heels. She seemed too dressed up to be going to high school, but the young boy suspected it was because of her insecurities on the way she is perceived by others and makes no outward comment.

The only thing she receives is a cold glare and rose brow. "And might I ask who you are?"

"Trisha Hanks, nice to meet you." She continues giving Damian that warm smile. "I couldn't help but notice that I've never seen you around, so I wanted to say hi." She paused. "Hi."

The black-haired boy hummed, considering her words, before offering his hand. "Damian Wa – Wagner." It would cause too much problems for Bruce if anyone caught wind of his son going to a public school, so the name change was necessary. Giving her hand a firm shake, Damian clasped his hands behind his back, looking around with purpose. "So am I correct in assuming you know nearly everyone here?"

"Only the ones that matter." Trisha answered enigmatically, giving Damian a charming smirk when he finally turned to look at her. Nothing was said, as Damian assumed she would continue, and she did, but not in the way he expected her to. The red-head tilted her head, crossing her arms. "Something tells me you want this information."

Narrowing his gaze, Damian nodded. "It would be nice to know who to stay away from, yes." She had no reason to know his true purpose so he answered in what he suspected was common.

This seemed to work as the girl sighed in amusement. "Doesn't everyone." Looking over the groups, she then turned to Damian. "You got fifty?"

"Pardon?"

"If this information is so important to you, it's gonna cost you fifty bucks."

He should've expected this. She was outgoing, dressed stylishly; she had to have some form of income to afford those shoes. So now he must haggle with a strange girl. Narrowing his gaze, Damian moved to walk away. "I doubt your information is worth fifty bucks."

Pouting the girl blocks his way again, then pointed to a random person. "Jason Block, 19. Failed the third grade, jock on the football team but is failing his classes. He's thinking about dropping out but his parents won't let him." Then to a blonde girl. "Gabby Young, 15. Dating Kevin, a Joker member, but slept with his younger brother Derick three days ago. Everyone knows except Kevin, but he'll know by the end of third period and there's going to be a fight before lunch A. She's in the dance team and is going to nationals." Then to another group, this time one of the 'Geeks'. "And Trevor Morris. 17. He doesn't look like the type, but he smuggles some weed for Two-faces gang from time to time because he's so innocent looking." Placing her hands on her hips, Damian attempted to not look as amazed as he felt. "My information is better than anyone else's. Still think it's not worth it?"

Giving a low growl, drowned out by the chatter of the cafeteria, Damian reached into his back pocket. "Fine, fifty –"

"Hundred and your phone number." The brown eyed girl countered, shrugging at the Wayne's glare. "What can I say, you hurt my feelings. Plus, if you're going to want information, I'm going to need a way to contact you."

Damian grumbled but did as she said, offering his phone so she can obtain his number.

Satisfied with her results, the negotiator smirked, tossing his phone back. "Hundred bucks gives you at least one hundred heads to know. If you're over that limit, it'll be five bucks per head." At his incredulous look, Trisha giggled. "What, d'you think a hundred bucks was gonna cut it?" She then gave a full-blown laugh that was drowned out by the bell. Walking off, she called out, "Welcome to Gotham High, Dami."