THIS IS NOT DICK/DAMIAN. WHAT IS OCCURING IS A HERO CRUSH.

I do not own Batman.

I wish I owned Red Robin or Nightwing though . . . but I don't.

Damian grumbled a little, trying to think of something to use to get out of going to school.

It was the first day of school, and Damian didn't want to go to a stupid educational house when he was smarter than those imbeciles.

He went anyway, since his father held his Robin rights above his head.

When he met his homeroom teacher, his jaw dropped, because whatever he was expecting, it wasn't that.

Mr Richard Grayson was, in his opinion, gorgeous.

Damian could barely concentrate on what he was saying. He resolved not to tell his father happened at school.

two days later . . .

"Bruce Wayne here."

"Hello, Mr. Wayne. This is Richard Grayson, your son's homeroom teacher. I'd like to ask you, before you say anything, did you teach him to fight?"

Bruce Wayne blinked in surprise. "Why do you want to know?"

". . . so he didn't tell you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

A snort came from the other end. "He said he was 'testing a theory'. He tried to surprise attack me. I managed to twist his arms behind his back . . . and get away. But he's seriously good at fighting. Did you teach him?"

"His mother got him to take Judo and Kung-Fu lessons. Is that it?"

A pause. "No. I'd recognise judo and kung-fu anywhere, and that wasn't it. It was a . . . unique style. One that I've only ever seen nine other people use. And three of them are girls, one's an immortal evil villain, one's in jail, and four are vigilantes. I don't think he could be any of those people, so he must've learned from one of them. Do you know who he learned fighting from?"

Bruce frowned. "Why do you want to know?"

"I'm just worried. The people on the list are dangerous, so I don't think you should encourage him to keep fighting that way."

"Just out of curiosity, who's on the list?"

"Batgirl, Black Bat, Red Robin, Red Hood, Ra's al Ghul, Talia al Ghul, Batman, and Robin. Look, I need to go now. But I just wanted you to know . . . your son's fighting style is like theirs."

Richard Grayson hung up before Bruce processed that. He frowned at the phone. The teacher only named eight.

That night, Batman and Robin were sitting on the wall when Batman turned to Robin. "You tried to assassinate your teacher."

Robin winced. "He fought back, though!"

"Robin, he recognized the style. He figured out who the only people who used that style were! He could have figured out your identity!"

Before Robin could open his mouth, they saw a scuffle below. Some thugs trying to mug a woman. They stood up to help, but a blue and black streak beat them to it. The woman had run away and the man in black and blue was tying the muggers' wrists when Batman and Robin landed in front of him. He didn't even look up. "Hey, Batman. Robin."

"Who are you?" Robin demanded.

The vigilante finished tying the muggers' wrists and rested his leg on a step, resting his elbow on his knee. He smirked at them. "Wouldn't you like to know . . . Wayne."

Both Batman and Robin froze in shock. The vigilante jumped up to the wall and gave a cocky wave, and said one thing before he jumped over the wall and flipped away. "The name's Nightwing."

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