This story came to me after watching the newer Young Justice episode then reading Batman & Robin. Hope you guys enjoy this! I certainly have been. As always please R&R!
Seven Years Ago: Selena Kyle was back in business. She wore her skin tight cat suit as she slinked around the roof tops. Usually she was looking for a great heist to hit or some precious gem to steal, usually but not tonight. She was looking for the moving shadows, listening for just the slightest whirring of a cape in the night. Tonight she was looking for Batman.
Just when she was going to give up for the night and just head over to Bruce's manor a shadow crossed her path. "Batman!" She purred with joy. She turned and looked into the eyes of the man she had been in love with for so many years. She stepped quickly to him and wrapped her arms around him. He petted her back awkwardly, but his whole body remained oddly stiff. Selena took a step back and looked into his eyes. "Batman, what's wrong?" She asked with a slightly pouty bottom lip. She was emitting pheromones, she wanted him and he knew it, so why was he being so odd?
"Selena…there's something we should talk about." His voice didn't hold the deep threatening aura it usually did when he was dressed as the Batman. "Bruce, what's wrong?" She asked, now noticing just how serious this was. "Something happened, something that changed me." He spoke softly, trying to keep his seriousness the most defined thing in his voice. "Something or someone Bruce?" Selena spoke with such venom.
"Someone, but it's not what you think. It's not a woman, it's" Bruce was going to finish but was interrupted by the voice of a very arrogant sounding young boy. "It's me." Damien called as he stepped from the shadows. His previous training from the assassins making him completely undetectable until he wanted his presence to be known. "So you got a new Robin? Big deal." Selena called as she curled into Bruce's chest. "No, Selena…listen. He's not just any Robin he's." Once again Damian interrupted Bruce. "Damian, Damian Wayne. His son." Selena stopped her nuzzling and stared intently at him.
"Bruce?" Selena called, turning her sorrow filled eyes to him. He refused to meet her eyes. "So it's true. Who's the mother?" Selena asked her eyes now glaring daggers at the boy. Before Bruce could respond Damian was at Selena, a batarang pressed to her jugular vein. "Talia." Selena hissed as she took a few steps back. Damian was halted with his father's hand rested on his shoulder. "Bruce, you're going to regret this." Selena called with a mixture of pain and anguish before she dove off the top of the building and used her cat-o-nine tails to swing safely away.
Present Day: Damian had been enrolled in public school for a while now. His father thought it was a good idea to work on his people skills. He on the other hand thought it was a mundane and pointless idea. He no longer resembled the anti-social personality disordered ten year old assassin he used to be. These past few years with Bruce had been enough to settle him. He slowly drifted away from his angered assassin ways. Very slowly he was introduced to the public. Soon he was enrolled into school to learn how normal kids behaved with one another.
Today was just another day for Damian Wayne, or so he thought. Damian had been sitting in front of the fountain that graced the front lawn of the ritzy school grounds of Gotham Academy. Girls surrounded Damian, fawning over his good-looks and rich last name. He looked bored between them all, listening to them drabble on and on about useless things. That is until a very expensive brand-new Jaguar pulled into the parking lot. A young girl sat behind the driver seat, while the loud bass thumping of the PussyCat Doll's "When I Grow Up" rang through the air. The engine shut off, the loud music just dying away leaving ears ringing. The girl slid out of the driver's seat. Whispers immediately began as she made her way through the parking lot to the main gates. She wore the Gotham Academy uniform, but the skirt was probably shorter than regulation allowed. Her undershirt was tight, accenting her gracious curves. The blazer was just as tight, though not too tight that the buttons were strained. She carried a large purse, big enough to carry all the necessary school books in.
She took off her Chanel sunglasses and winking at the staring boys. She pressed two fingers to her luscious gloss covered pink lips and blew kisses to a rather attractive boy. It was her eyes that caught Damian's attention. They seemed to have cat-like pupils in a certain light, making them shine a golden bright color. But when she caught his eyes straight on her eyes were more of a deep honey color. Damian thought they were pretty cool to do that with just the light tricking people. She winked at Damian before turning her full attention on walking up to the office wearing six inch stiletto heels.
As soon as the girl was out of sight the sight the uproar began. Angry female whispers of 'slut' and 'whore' filled the air while many of the guys talked about how hot the new girl was. It felt like Damian was the only quiet one in the school yard. The ringing of the bell sliced through the loud chatter, causing it to drift away as kids rushed to their first classes. Damian shrugged, not worrying about the new girl, knowing he'd probably only see her in the mornings and when leaving. He wasn't at all too concerned as he made his way to his first class.
The teacher waited until everyone was in their seats before taking attendance. Right after attendance they usually started the lesson but the teacher instead walked out of the classroom. In a few moments the teacher came back this time with a person shadowing him. Damian's eyes widened a bit as they met the deep honey orbs from this morning. She stood in a cocky manner, her hip cocked with a saucily placed hand on it.
"Class, welcome Lina Kyle. She's new to Gotham and is hoping you'd be so nice as to make her feel welcomed." The teacher's voice was rather emotionless. She pointed to a seat toward the back of the class. The seat that happened to be directly behind Damian. Lina smirked as she sashayed her way down the aisle. She slid into her seat soundlessly. A boy immediately leaned over and said quite loudly. "I'll help you feel welcomed." He waggled his eyebrows as the kids around them erupted in laughter.
"Enough!" The teacher hollered above the rest of the laughter. "Bobby, that was completely inappropriate. Go sit out in the hallway." The kid, whose name was now known to Lina walked out of the classroom. Lina just sat back in her seat and looked extremely bored. Damian did his best to ignore her, but found it hard when he felt her eyes boring into the back of his head. The teacher droned on for a good hour before the bell finally rang, dismissing them to their next class. Lina walked ahead of Damian, quickly exiting the class room. Damian walked out after her. They had about ten minutes between classes for travel.
Damian spotted her just a few feet ahead. She was very crafty, sliding between people in the crowd and very easily making her way to her locker. She stopped and placed her new textbook inside. After slamming the door closed she was only a little shocked when her back ended up pressed to the lockers that were in front of her only a little bit ago. She smirked when she saw who had laid hands on her so roughly. "Damian." She said his name breathlessly.
The way she said his name completely captured his attention. His eyes moved from hers to her lips. They were so pink, and glossy. They were calling out to Damian. "It is Damian right? What do you want?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. Damian seemed to snap out of his memorization. "What do I want?" He asked a little bit dumbfounded. "Yes…you stopped me while going to my next class, and what for. Don't tell me you were hoping to see my schedule, maybe help me around?" She asked with eyes sparkling of mischief. She was giving him an easy way out from the awkward moment he created. "Yeah. Can I see your schedule?" He asked as he released her shoulder. She dug around in her bag and pulled out a crumbled up piece of paper. He smoothed it out and was completely shocked to found that it was the same as his own schedule.
"Well, you can just follow me around today. We have the same schedule." Damian said as he handed the paper back. "Really? How purrfect." Lina said. He was attracted to the way she rolled her 'r' in the word. "Why is that perfect?" He asked not liking the way it came out so plainly from his mouth. "Why? I like looking at you. It'll give me something good to look at all day." She gave him a very warm look. That look caused knots to wriggle their way into Damian's stomach.
"Oh. Uhm, this way then." A blush had crept its way up Damian's neck and rested on his cheeks. He began to walk away but Lina grabbed his hand to keep pace beside him. "What are you doing!" Damian's voice rose a few octaves as he spoke. Lina pouted out her bottom lip and looked up from beneath her long lashes. "I don't want to get lost." She spoke a bit childishly but once done had a smirk on her lips. Damian pulled his hand from hers and began mumbling as he led her to their next class.