This is my new story I am trying out. It is a prologue and my own version of the character Damian Wayne. MAHONE IS HIS COVER! He is and always will be a Wayne! He is the young 15 year old owner of his family's company, the new Batman of Gotham after his father passed away and is older while the characters (Who will be introduced later) are younger. Sorta my own version of the un produced cartoon Gotham High but with my favourite character in D.C May he rest in peace and the D.C offices burn and the new 52 with it! Please review and be kind.
Coming on to the school grounds Damian pulled up his back pack and looked around at what this new school had to offer. He had been transferred that many times that he just stopped keeping count.
"I will pick you up after class Master Wayne. Have a good day and enjoy the lunch I packed for you." Alfred called out from the car just before getting back into the driver's seat of his rolls royce. Great way to start the new school year!
Truth be told Alfred had been like a father to him ever since he lost his father all those years ago and he took over the…family business as it were. As if he felt obligated to help him in his new duties with taking on his grandfather's company.
That however would remain hidden from this school, this 'low ranking social pit' as Damian liked to call it and also his last shot at being normal. His father went to parties with overdressed European girls with too much make up to play the play boy façade, a young teenage boy went to school.
Walking up to the front door he pushed them open and pulled up his back pack, not noticing the man he hit with the swinging door.
"Ah…I think I broke something!" The boy whined as he grabbed hold of his nose.
"Tt! Why don't you watch where you're going next time!" Damian spat more irritated then upset.
"Woah! Okay. Rude much?" The young strapping man spoke clearly taking his hand off his nose as he rubbed it better. "Where are you off to in such a hurry anyway new kid?"
"None of your business!" Damian glared sizing up the raven haired kid with a one strap bag and turtle neck sweater on. He seemed to have never wanted anything in his life, and why was he not in class.
"You gotta be off to the principal's office. Come on, I am actually headed there right now." The kid said a little too enthusiastically.
Dropping his head Damian just gave up and followed him, not that he had any idea where he was going anyway so maybe it was lucky that he bumped into someone who knew their way around.
Heading into the pretty large room as principal's offices went, seeing as Damian had seen his fair share of them in his time, he looked up to the elderly gentleman with a number of plaques behind him and his name engraved on the table. "Principal Gordon."
"Ah yes, the troubled child. Thank you Timothy, that will be all for now." The now established Tim nodded once and headed out of the room but did not wander too far.
"A good egg that one. School prefect." Mister Gordon said with pride in his voice, his hands cupped together on the table.
"Well good for him Jim." Damian huffed noticing his name on one of his many awards 'James Gordon' and not just any principal, a hero! A volunteer for the fire department, a man who had met with the senator of Gotham for numerous awards, all on T.V of course. That is where he knew him from.
"My wife calls me Jim, my friends call me James, my students call me principal Gordon or sir. Is that clear Mr Mahone?"
Damian remembered that last name, it just kinda stuck to him. He had no idea why but he felt it would work for a cover. "Crystal sir."
"Now…I see a bad egg when I look over this file." Pushing the very large file on his desk aside Mr Gordon looked up to the boy sternly. "However when I see you standing here with your future ahead of you I see potential! And I thrive on seeking out others potential."
Damian just grabbed the strap of his bag and pulled it up over his shoulder. The tension in the room was obvious.
"This transfer…I am confident will be your last. For you see I do not give up on my students. In fact the ones I consider in more need of help I keep a very close eye on and help along where I can."
"I don't need help." Damian just grunted and shifted in his position.
"Ah yes, like to do everything for yourself. In fact I recall you getting into a large brawl with a number of students all to help a young new comer. Seventeen hospitalized all so you could return his lunch money. That is the actions of a good samaritan. A fairly loose and…off the chain samaritan but a better person then what I have been told."
That little comment actually made Damian smile some. "It was eighteen sir."
Gordon just glared. "My mistake. Now I am not one to give into popular sentiment."
"You can tell that by your cloths."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm saying you dress great."
With that principal Gordon smiled. "Irrelevant. Back to my main point, you were not highly recommended by many of my colleagues but I like a challenge. I would like to prove them all wrong and brush away the dust and muck and grime to reveal the diamond it all hides from the world, and I believe you can shine."
Damian wanted to roll his eyes but…truth be told this was the first time anyone had truly believed in him.
"Now speaking of diamonds I would like to introduce you to somebody. Timothy would you come back in here."
With that the prefect came running standing at attention the second he got back into the room.
"Damian Mahone meet Timothy Drake. Timothy, Damian is new here. I would like for you to show him around the school and basically keep an eye on him for me out there. I know you two will become great friends in no time."
The two just merely exchanged a glance as Tim broke it and headed out of the room waiting for him to follow. "Let's go new kid we have a lot of ground to cover."