"My name is Damian Wagner. Currently, I am a Junior. I recently moved here to Gotham last week. I hope to get along with you all, thank you for having me." Damian droned on. They were the lines Alfred told him to speak, but he's been saying it so often it was getting a bit tedious.

The drama teacher, Mr. Shoemaker, nodded his head. "Right well, go ahead and take your seat and we'll get the class started."

Moving to the back of the class, Damian reached for his phone and skimmed through the information his new acquaintance Trisha sent him. He had to say, the information was good. Out of the hundred names, twenty of them seemed to be who he was looking for. Ten of the twenty were in Riddler's gang, six with Two-Face, two with Black Mask, one with the Joker and one with Firefly. But Damian wasn't foolish enough to believe that with a high school of 60,000 only twenty were part of the gangs; she was holding out on him.

As Mr. Shoemaker droned on and one about 'stage positions' and 'emphasize', Damian glanced around at the mostly bored classroom. Many of the brightly colored, talkative jocks and preps from this morning were crowded in the back middle, outcasts towards the edge, drama towards the front and a mix of different people in the middle, where Damian sat.

When the instructor announced a quiz, there were silent groans of protest and a tap on his shoulder.

Glancing over revealed a tanned young man with shaggy blonde hair and a frown. His blue eyes were like ice as he stared at the young man. "Hey dude, you got a pencil I can use."

"Yes, but why should I give it to you if you did not ask?" Damian snapped, frowning right back at the boy.

This yielded a strange response as the young man merely chuckled and sat straight in his desk. "You mind if I borrow a pencil, dude?" Though it was said sarcastically, Damian still handed the blonde his pencil right when the quizzes were handed out.

Towards the end, much of the class was done and the teacher allowed them free time to chat, encouraging the boy from before to face Damian. Handing him the pencil, the blonde nodded. "Here."

"Thanks." Damian took the pencil and went back to reading. He was annoyed by the class and their need to shout at each other, despite sitting directly across from each other.

"I saw you talking to Trisha this morning." Damian glanced up. The blond shrugged.

Setting down the book, Damian decided to indulge his curiosity. "You know Hanks?"

It took the blue-eyed kid a second to realize that Damian was using Trisha's last name before finally nodding with a smirk. "Well yeah, everyone knows Trisha. She's basically everyone's friend."

"Though I get the feeling you know her better than everyone else."

"Well, she is my sister."

Damian hummed. He'd be pushing his luck if he were to assume this boy had the same resources as Trisha, but then again having another connection with an info-broker could be helpful. "I take it you're her younger brother? Funny, you don't look alike."

The blonde made a noncommittal noise. "Eh, she's not my 'sister' sister, but I've known her just as long. Our parents are close friends."

"I see." Well, that put a damper on his plans, but bonds by choice are often better above bonds of blood. Offering his hand, Damian gave a stern stare. "Damian Wagner."

Shaking his hand, the blonde offered an amused response. "Blake Johnson." Taking back his hand, Blake smiled. "Look, you seem like a good guy so I'm gonna tell you: Trisha is a shark. You ask one favor and she'll make you do something for her."

"I've already paid her for information."

Blake laughed, shaking his head. "Then I guess my warning came too late." He then reduced himself to chuckles, leveling Damian with a stone glance. "But seriously, Trisha is kind of dangerous. She's got her hand in almost everything around this school."

So, does she know of the gangs recruiting? "Noted." Damian nodded, glancing at Blake. "Related question, do you know of where the gangs recruit the student body?"

"Gangs?" Blake rose a brow. "No, not really, and I doubt Trisha knows either." Damn, so he wasted money on her for no reason. "But feel free to ask her, and only her. If anyone else catches you snooping around, it could be trouble. Just saying, man."

"If she doesn't know, who does?"

The bell rang, signaling the start of lunch. Standing up, Blake shrugged on his back-pack. "Beats me, I never even heard of gangs recruiting on campus. But I heard from Joel that like, half the school is in a gang. Something about protection or shit like that." Blake then started following Damian, much to the shorter boy's annoyance. "Problem with that though is a lot of fights go on because there are so many different gangs in one school."

As if on cue, a crowd erupted around a small group of guys punching each other senseless. Many of the students cheered on, while others ignored it.

Damian glanced over but kept walking while Blake barely shot a glance himself. Waving it off, the blonde continued. "Yeah, like that."

"So it's unlikely that they would recruit on campus?" Damian mused when they just entered the threshold of the café.

Blake snickered. "Dude, if they started recruiting here, there'd be a freaking bloodbath. Hey, jello."

So, there was no reason for Damian to be here. He growled, walking away to the courtyard, ignoring the protest of Blake. Then what was the point of his father placing him here? Damian could've been far from Gotham city, going back to the mountains with the monks.

Finding a secluded corner by the windows, Damian sat back on the concrete foundation and cursed. "Why am I even here? This is ridiculous."

"Yo Dami." Looking up, the green-eyed boy didn't even bother hiding his sigh of annoyance as Trisha and Blake came up to him. Taking a seat to his left, Trisha smirked. "Heard you ran out on my brother. That's not nice."

"What do you know of the gang's recruitment of teenagers at this school?" Damian asks bluntly.

Trisha pouted when Blake cheered. "Told you that'd be the first thing he'd say to you!"

Pulling out a ten from her bag, the redhead snapped. "Yeah, yeah. Shut up, no one likes a sore winner, jackass." Then she shrugged at Damian. "That info is gonna cost you twenty."

"I'm not going to just throw my money at you if the information is erroneous."

At her blank stare, Blake helpfully whispered. "I think that means 'wrong'."

"Oh right." Trisha joyfully smiled. "But I was just playing Smiles; I don't really charge for things I don't have."

Damian frowned, leaning forward. Great, now what was his father going to say?

Suddenly Trisha glanced over to Damian's right. "Hey Jack, you know Damian too?"

Damian jumped when he heard a dull rustling of fabric and glanced over to see a young girl with long light brown hair, gray jacket and a book leaning against the wall next to the Wayne; how did he miss her sitting there?

'Jack' he presumed, didn't bother to look up as she leafed through her book. "No."

"Awesome," Trisha replied before introducing Damian. "Dami, Jack. Jack, Dami."

The strange girl finally looked up, revealing disinterested amber eyes. Her wolfish irises looked over Damian before nodding. "Hey." Then returned to her book.

"Jack's a pretty cool cat." Blake complimented, though this seemingly went ignored by the girl herself. "AB student, though her sister's in A-honor roll, and she can play any instrument. I think she's like a savant or something."

"Polymath," Jack stated, sighing as she placed her book down and looked at the group. "Though I do prefer instruments most days."

"Throwing these big words around, I can't keep up," Trisha complained, shaking her head dramatically.

Blake smirked and slowly explained. "Jack is real, really smart."

"What is your favorite composition?" Damian struck a conversation.

"Across the Burren by Michele McLaughlin." Was her simple answer.

Damian shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't know that composer."

Jack gave a slight upturn of her lips. "No, not a lot of people do."

Lunch went by quickly, and with it the day. Once Alfred arrived to pick up Damian in an unassuming vehicle, the young boy rubbed his hand over his tired face when Trisha shouted her good-byes, followed by Blake.

"Be safe Pretty Boy!" Trisha gleefully called.

"See you tomorrow, Bestie~!" Blake called out, then just as loudly tried to encourage Jack to do the same. "Come on, you know you want to."

Jack sighed, giving a slight wave then walking off.

Climbing in the driver's seat, Alfred hid the smirk dying to come out. "Nice day at school I take?"

"Interesting characters." Damian replied, then all was quiet.