Edwyn sighed and slumped, banging her head up against the locker in exasperation. It was obvious she wasn't going to get rid of this 'hero' kid. She had had the situation in hand. Maintain her meek, helpless facade, get roughed up a bit, pick her way out of her locker, and go about her way, flying under the radar. Last night, that masked owl kid had caught her, now that wayne kid, local celebrity, had decided to com to her aid. She must be losing her touch. 'Although, those two do seem very similar..." She thought, removing a hairpin and working at the lock. "No...It can't be...' She concluded, popping the lock and opening the door. "Well...That was...Unexpected," Victor commented, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Any longer and I'd have done the exact same thing." "As I said, this wasn't the first time, and I have it handled," Edwyn retorted dissmissively. "So, thank you for sticking up for me, but I'm good."
At that moment, Alfred Pennyworth came on scene. "Ah, Master Victor, there you are. I have been waiting for nearly 15 minutes and I thought..." he looked Victor up and down and examined Edwyn climbing out of her locker. "...that something might have happened."After an awkward pause, Alfred looked to Edwyn and back to Victor. "Ah-Hem. Would you care to introduce me to your...friend?" "Oh! Alfred, Edwyn Kingsley. Kingsley, Alfred," Victor brusquely introduced. "He's my family's butler." "Pleased to meet you," Edwyn said, extending her hand. "And you as well, Miss Kingsley," replied the older man, accepting her hand shake. "I hope you don't mind, Alfred, but I want to teach her how to fight, at least to defend herself. She's bullied frequently." Alfred looked her up and down again. "I can't say I disapprove," he said slowly. "Well, you could, but then you'd be lying," Victor replied with a grin. Edwyn cleared her throat. "Thank you gentlemen for your concern. However, I don't feel that any of this is necessary, and I really need to be on my way. It's been a pleasure to officially meet the both of you. Have a nice day-"
"I'm a tad rusty, but if you would do me the great honor of allowing me to try my hand at my detective skills upon you, young lady," Alfred inquired. Edwyn slowed in her turning away. "Sure...?" "Judging by your clothes, you've worn the same outfit for at least three day in a row, which suggests that your caretakers are not performing their duties properly, whether through neglect or absence. The look about your eyes suggests you do not often sleep well. You stomach is currently growling, thus you're hungry, but you do not appear to be malnourished, which implies that this neglect is a more recent development, and that you are typically well cared for. That means you're caretakers have not left you willingly." Edwyn untightened her fists. Had this old man implied her fathers didn't love her, she'd have left right then and there. "Futhermore, because you attend this school, it can be reasoned that your caretakers can either afford the tuition or work very hard to afford to pay your tuition. You also seem to be a loner, having few to no friends, much like young Master Victor. All of these things make you an excellent candidate for being his friend and sparring partner, am I mistaken?" "No, Sir," she replied, sensing her escape closing up and escaping her grasp. "Ah, I thought not," Alfred said with an almost grandfatherly smile. "So why do'nt we return back to the manor and I'll fix you up while Master Victor teaches you to defend yourself."