hey guys, this is my first story that I've been working on for a while. Feel free to read and review! 3 wbd

Ever since Damian Wayne had been dropped off with his father, who very suddenly was told he had a son, he had to get used to a life living under someone who wasn't a murderous person. And in turn, he had to follow the rules. He was taught that one day he would rule the world. That told him that he didn't need to follow the rules because he would be the maker of his own. And this usually stirred up some kind of trouble.

Robin glared up at his father's much taller figure, arms crossed in defiance.

"Damian what you did tonight was reckless and ill-timed. I told you to stay back and keep guard, not for you to take it upon yourself to follow your own rules. You know my rules, so follow them." he dictated.

Damian scoffed, "Clearly you underestimate me and my skills."

He wanted his father to see what he had done was right.

Batman scowled through his cowl, "No, it's not about skills. It's about the ability to listen and work as a team." he replied firmly. He looked down at him, he was rather disappointed.

Damian scowled, "I don't do teamwork."

Bruce decided it was time to tell him.

"I've decided to put you in school," he remarked calmly, sitting down at his son internally fumed.

Damian blinked, "Did I hear correctly? School? Father, I am far beyond the teaching of those underpaid fools they call 'teachers'." he jeered.

He turned to his father, who held no emotion in his face.

"If you don't go to school, then you won't be patrolling with me. Not for a while after that stunt."

Damian turned, "What!? That's hardly unfair!" he insisted.

Bruce rose, "It is completely fair. You are in my house, and you are under my rules. No school, no patrolling." he stated and left Damian alone in fury.

( * anything inside the stars mean they're a thought*)

School... How... Utterly ridiculous. Damian thought irately, as he paced the floor of his room in thought. * But if I don't follow fathers orders, he will revoke my time as Robin* Damian scowled, what was the point of going? By age 7 he might as well have been a college professor, but to go to a school? full of... children... the thought horrified him. Of course, he himself was only 10 years old, he had a higher IQ level than most adults. Damian grunted* I guess the decision is final... I am to go to school.*

Bruce sat at the table, as his food sat before him, waiting patiently for his son. Damian entered the dining room and sat down silently.

Alfred served his plate, "Anything to drink, Master Damian?" he inquired coolly as he served him.

"The usual, tea with brown sugar and a slice of lemon."

"Please," he added reluctantly.

Alfred smiled, proud of the boy's new-found manners, ( he was still working on them)

"Right away Master Damian."

Bowing before leaving the two alone. Tim usually joined them for dinner, but tonight he was out on an investigation with Dick. And Jason... who knows where he was or what he was doing.

Damian looked to his father, "I've decided that going to school, as horrendous an idea it is, would be an acceptable thing. Only in order for me to continue being Robin."

Damian waited for his father's reaction.

Bruce nodded, "Good. Now, your first day is this Monday. Your uniforms and books will be found on your bed. Our personal concierge, Mr. Benson will drive you and pick you up." he remarked.

Damian nodded, as they continued to finish their dinner.

sorry, it was so short but I'm testing out to see if people want more or something because I have a few more chapters ready. 3 wad. R and R, please