Luke Ford hopped out of the his dad's shiny red Lamborghini, making his way to his new school. Gotham academy, this is gonna' be interesting. Because it was still too early to start, students were bustling around, talking and studying, with the occasional goofballs playing tag. Luke, a small smile on his face, made sure to examine his surroundings carefully. Three visible cameras, one looking at the front courtyard, one at the drop off/pick up, and on on the parking lot. If one were looking at his eyes close enough they would notice occasional flashes, blips almost, dancing around his retina. Spark, identify dead zones in the cameras' view. Through his eyes, areas on the ground suddenly became pitch black, signaling to him areas that were not being broadcast to the security room. A large beep went through his head as he swerved out the way of an incoming student who wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. Spark, download blueprints of the school and all surrounding facilities and plot the fastest escape routes in case of emergency, after that go ahead and sleep until I'm done with this school day."If it would just start already," he muttered under his breath. As if answering him, a loud bell starting ringing, signaling the begin of school.
Most of the day flew by for Luke, he was getting acquainted with how things worked in one of the most prestigious schools in all of Gotham. Of course, coming with that was the downside that the rest of the people here were rich snobs. His first class was math, followed by english and geography. There was a surprise quiz in geography, and even though he was excused by the teacher for having joined in the middle of the semester, he knew he aced it. Fifteen minutes ahead of everyone, he thought smugly, eyeing the clock on the wall. And I'm not the only one he added, his eyes landing on a semi-tanned, girl with dark red hair, looking around 15, who seemed to be in a sleepy haze. Snapping Luke out of his thoughts, the bell rang signaling it was time for lunch. He followed the flow of the students until he was in the cafeteria where he proceeded to pick up his tray and food and sit down in the farthest unoccupied table. While he was eating his thoughts started wondering from, these people act like they own the world, to man, this steak is really good. A group of loud, really fake looking, girls started laughing obnoxiously as a look of disgust settled on Luke's face.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one that gets that look on my face when they start gossiping." A feminine voice said, startling Luke. He looked up quickly, seeing the red head from earlier with a dark haired, short boy standing next to her. "Can we sit here?" she asked briefly, a look of curiosity in her eyes.
"Sure," Luke responded, "knock yourself out."
"Gladly," the short boy, who Luke now recognized as Richard Grayson, ward to the famous Bruce Wayne, grumbled, "if they're going to keep giggling like that." This drew a laugh from Luke's lips.
"I couldn't help but notice you got finished with that geography flash quiz pretty fast…." she began, prompting for his name.
"Call me Luke, and yeah, I just made patterns in the answer sheet and hoped for the best." He responded, giving a short chuckle. "I couldn't help but notice that you finished pretty fast as well..." He continued, using the same tactic that she used to get his name.
"Barbara, Barbara Gordon, and this," she says jutting her thumb out to her friend who was now engrossed in his phone, "is Dick." Another chuckle came out of Luke's mouth, earning a glare from said boy. Barbara, clearly enjoying Dick's pain, leaned closed to Luke and whispered "He's a mathlete."
"Hey, I heard that!" Dick pouted.
"Actually, I saw some of her trophies in the hallways," Luke interrupted before Dick could shoot anything back, and added with a bit of a posh accent, "if I do say so myself."
"See! This guy's got the right idea Babs!" He shouted in victory, earning a raised eyebrow from Luke.
"He gets passionate about this." She leans over and whisper again while Dick does some sort of victory dance in his seat.
"And the nickname?" Luke asked, eyebrow still raised.
"Payback for me calling him Pixie Boots." At this it seemed as if Luke's eyebrow reached the top of his forehead
"You know what, I'm not even going to ask." Luke responds, getting up to throw his trash away. The bell rings, and Dick and Barbara both get up at the same time, following Luke to the trash can. On the way there, Luke falls back in step with them and points to the trash can, "Look, there's my ex!" Rolling her eyes, Barbara lets a small smile come on her face.
"We're going to be late for class, meet up outside in the front courtyard after the final bell?" She asks even as she drags Dick away slowly, much to his chagrin.
Chuckling, he responds "Sure!" I think I am going to like it here.
Outside in the front courtyard after the final bell rings.
Luke walks out the front doors, tugging on his backpack straps, laden with all his books from the day.
"Hey!" Barbara exclaims, getting his attention. Returning a nod, Luke looks at her noticing something missing.
"No stray puppy this time 'round?"
"No, it's master came and picked it up."
"Such a shame, it looked really helpless."
"Hey," she shouts lightly, hitting his shoulder, "I'm supposed to be the one that makes fun of him!" She could've sworn she saw something change in his eyes, but as soon as it appeared it vanished without a trace. Weird. "Anyway, my ride's here," She says while waving at a man in a car waiting in the drop off/pick up zone, "here is my number, and this is Dick's." handing the small piece of paper over to him, she walks away at a brief pace with a small "See ya."
Spark, scan in these numbers and put them to contacts Barbara and Dick respectively. Once a small ding is heard, he walks towards the waiting car, a smirk tugging at his lips.
A/N
If you haven't guessed yet, italics is thoughts, and bold italics is Luke talking to his A,I, (Explained later)
I'm also thinking of making Luke a bit of a flirt.
