Damian sits in the hard wooden desk, and stares down at his phone, bored. The teacher is going over basic multiplication and division with fractions. The teacher sees he's not paying attention and calls him, "Damian, what's the answer to number four?"
Damian looks up at the board. "Two and three fifths," he answers nonchalantly. The teacher doesn't bother him further.
Why father had to put him in a school is beyond him. He knows everything anyway. In fact, he's certainly smarter than the woman teaching. She probably doesn't even know how to disarm a bomb. Or how to properly create a smoke grenade. Yeah, he shouldn't be here.
He is pulled out of the game he is playing on his phone, when he feels the kid next to him tap his shoulder. "What?" Damian hisses at the person next to him. The boy doesn't say anything only points to a pretty girl with dirty blonde hair, a couple of seats away, and gives Damian a folded up piece of paper.
Damian curiously unfolds the paper and checks to see what it reads. The penmanship is actually above average for such an intellectually inferior person. He quietly reads the note aloud. "Do you think I'm pretty?" He reads confused. Then he looks at the boxes to check. 'Yes' or 'No'.
Peaking up from the note, he looks over his shoulder at the girl, who is giving him a wide toothy smile. He looks her up and down. She's wearing a the dress shirt that the school requires, but it's unusually tight and a couple buttons are undone, plus she took off her sweater earlier. He looks closely and thinks about how, 'It really empasizes her… Nevermind,' he thinks. She's also wearing knee high socks. He realizes he's been staring at her legs too long, so he looks back at the note. Thinking about what to say, the bell rings though cutting his thoughts off.
He gets up from his seat, not caring that the teacher didn't dismiss him. 'The bells are there for a reason,' he thinks. When he is out the door, and walking toward his next period class, the girl stops him. "So, do you have an answer?" She asks leaning suggestively against his next class's door frame.
"Prostitution isn't a good business to get into," Damian tells her feeling uncomfortable by her pose.
Her face turns a bright shade of red, and she slaps him across the face. "How dare you!" She screams embarrassment evident on her face. She storms off in the opposite direction, while everyone stares at Damian.
Someone comes up to him and whispers, "Did you turn down the hottest girl in school?"
"No," Damian remarks, "I gave her professional advice."
"Which was?" the boy asks interested.
"Not to go into prostitution," Damian answers seriously. The other kid looks at him amused and confused at the same time, but walks away.
As Damian is about to walk into his classroom, over the loudspeaker the principal announces, "Damian Wayne to the Principal's Office. Now!"
Damian lets out an exaggerated sigh and changes course, heading towards the Principal's Office, he knows his way by now.