Regenald (My OC) has deep blue eyes that are a sapphire color and soft curly hair. He also has a pair of golden 'Harry Potter' Style glasses that he doesn't have to wear all the time, but it gives him a headache if he doesn't. Just so you guys know! Okay on with the chapter!

(Regenald's Pov)

I looked down at the five whole boxes full of the paintings I was taking to the Gotham Academy Art Show. The winner of the show would get a free, full scholarship to Gotham academy and anyone is allowed to enroll as long as you are within the high school ages. (14 to 18) Mom always wanted me to get the best education, but she could never afford it. When she suggested this, I was of course nervous. Especially when I heard that Bruce Wayne and his son, Damian Wayne, were going to be judging the paintings along with the principal of the school.

I did my best to calm myself down, but the nervous feeling in my stomach got to me. I did my best to stay positive because the art show also lets people buy art, so even if I don't win I can still make a little money off of what I sell and that can go into my savings account for a car or to take Mom to that How to Train Your Dragon 3 movie that she has been wanting to see.

I picked up one of the boxes full of painted canvases and took it down out of our apartment and down to the blue SUV that Mom bought when I was six. I saw her bringing a box down and I went up after setting the one I had down in the back gently as to not damage the paintings. She set the box she had down and we got the rest of the boxes in quickly.

I ran into my room as Mom went to grab her purse and grabbed my phone and wallet before looking in the mirror at my messy red hair and blue eyes. I was the spitting image of my mother and loved that. The only difference was that she didn't have as many freckles as I did. Hers were separated where as I had thousands all over my body. I looked at my light blue dress shirt that was under my grey vest and my matching grey dress slacks. I looked at the brand new black dress shoes that Mom bought just for the occasion and my nerdy glasses that I loved for some reason. Maybe because I like the Harry Potter series.

I walked out to where Mom was waiting in the living room for me. She wore a black turtleneck and a black and white checkered skirt and a pair of black heels. He hair was in a low bun and her makeup was a little fancier than usual. She smiled at me with her bright red lips and motioned for me to come with her outside. We left in our simple SUV and made it to the Gotham Academy's main room where everyone who was setting up was.

We had found a free spot with easels already there for you to set up on. The judging wouldn't start for another hour, but that didn't stop the judges from walking around and seeing the few artists' paintings that were already set up. Mom helped me set up and I arranged the paintings to show my best at the front. I had about ten to twelve paintings on display and they were mostly watercolor, but a few were acrylic. I set them up and looked from them from a judges view, taking a few steps back to see them from afar. I switched a few paintings around and then decided it was good enough. The art show was going to start in a half hour, so I could relax for now and I took a seat next to Mom. We had a few fold up chairs brought to us.

"Nervous?" Mom inquired seeing me fidget every so often anxiously. I nodded in response and gave a small smile to reassure her that I'd be fine. Mom was my best friend and I don't think anything would ever change that. She gave me a 'really?' look with her eyebrow raised suspiciously at my smile.

"I'll be fine Mom. Thanks though." I said with a smile.

"I know you will. Gum?" She asked. My nerves calmed just by talking with her about the show. I was nervous, very nervous. I had heard that Bruce Wayne's son is impeccably picky when it comes to art. I pushed the thought aside and got up telling Mom I was going to walk around before the show started and see the other paintings. I looked around and saw that all of the artwork here was either acrylic or pastels, a few charcoals scattered, but no watercolor. I might have a slight edge here.

I started back to where my stand was to see Damian Wayne looking at my paintings closely and his father, Bruce Wayne seeming intrigued as well. My mind was racing with every bad situation that could happen if I went over, then if I didn't. Mom saw me though and pointed me out, so now I didn't have any choice. I walked over and introduced myself.

"I'm Regenald Gradeson." I said as clearly as I could. My stomach was doing flips and my heart was beating so fast I surprised that it hadn't jumped out of my chest. I shook both of their hands, awkwardly.

"It is nice to meet you." Mr. Wayne said trying to start a conversation, but before I could respond Damian interrupted me.

"I would like to buy this one." Damian interjected bluntly, pointing to one of my acrylic paintings. I was caught off guard by his request, but nodded.

"Um, yeah... Sure." I said getting the wrapping that we put the canvases in so they wouldn't be damaged as easily. I started to wrap as Damian got out his wallet and handed me a hundred dollars.

"Um, they're only twenty dollars a piece." I commented. He raised his brow and took the painting from my hands and made me take the hundred dollars. I was shocked and went to insist that he take the money back, but he walked off before I could do so. Bruce walked off with his son, leaving me and Mom shocked. I turned to her with a grin. and my positivity was soaring. I laughed a bit with Mom at how awkward I was and then went on with the show people came in and bought a few paintings for their original price rather than bumping up the prices.

The show went on for about two hours and then went home after packing up only half of the paintings we brought. The winner would be announced in the paper along with their photo and a picture of one of their paintings. That wouldn't be until next Sunday though and the scholarship would be sent to whoever won before the paper came out. I knew it was irrational, but I was going to be getting the mail every morning, hoping to find a scholarship.

Once we got home I went to bed and left the paintings in their boxes for the night and stripped down to underwear. I flopped onto the mattress and covered up before drifting off into a blissful dreamless slumber with my pure black cat, Nashville; Nash for short.