Normal POV

A flash of blonde hair and the tumble of a purple-excuse me eggplant blouse.

Damian had attempted to twist the person's arm but she was quick and managed to turn just in time for them to register who the other person was.

"Brown!"

"Dami?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Grayson made me go to school here,"

"Then why aren't you at Gotham Academy? Or one of those rich kid ones?" Stephanie dragged Damian to the side of the hall and spoke in a hissing whisper. Other kids had started to stare curiously.

"I am not welcomed there,"he said and a memory resurfaced. He had accidentally bit the principle's hand when he had ruffled his hair at one of the many charity balls. After that Father had grounded him for quite sometime and he didn't like that man. He was going to do much worse if he touched him again.

"Well then control yourself, twisting someones arm isn't exactly a going to help with your reputation," Stephanie huffed and brushed off imaginary dust.

"Tt, whatever." And Damian stormed off to where he guessed was his home room.

10 minutes later...

"Welcome, new 6th graders!" A cheerful looking old woman beamed at the class. Her graying blond hair pulled up in a pony tail and her eyes were a pale amber.

"I am your new advisory teacher Mrs. Ellen, as well as your science teacher," Her smile was starting to tick Damian off. How could anyone be so cheery all the time?

"If you ever need any help in anything at all don't be afraid to ask, don't worry you'll love it here!" Did that woman get hit with Joker gas? Why was she so optimistic?

The rest of her lecture was on schedules and lockers, and various other school things.

Sometime the middle of it Damian zoned out and studied the other kids. Most were his age, nearly entering puberty and were all very, very nervous.

"Tt, imbeciles. I am beyond their level," Damian muttered under his breath.

unfortunately for him this caught Mrs. Ellen's attention.

"Well now we should all get introduced-Oh you, young man in the corner. May you tell us your name?" There it was with her scary grin.

"Damian Wayne," He growled.

The class began to buzz with repeats of, "Damian Wayne? The Wayne?"

"Well Mr. Wayne, mind telling the class something about yourself?" Somehow it seemed that her smile has grown-that was an impossible feat.

Damian pondered this. Should I tell them that my father is Batman and I was trained by assassins to kill my father? That I am the heir of Ras Ah Ghaul?

He decided on something else.

"My presence is forced to be here, and you are all imbeciles," He replied with a perfect poker face.

A few kids started laughing uneasily, and many exchanged glances.

The teacher did a double take than regained her cheerful composer.

"That's a great joke Mr. Wayne, now the bells about to ring so please make was to your next-" The bell rang cutting off the teachers sentence.

A/N: Does anyone else somehow just lose the inspiration to write a chapter? IDK what it is but I've been getting pretty lazy.. Meh maybe its just because school starts soon... Please Review! Sorry for the wait!