When they arrived at Wayne Manor, they were met by my older brother, Damian. "Pulling several pages from father's book, I see," he noted. "I was just about to take Titus for a walk. Care to join me, dear little brother?" "Actually, We're headed to the gym. Gonna teach her to fight." "Tut. Tut. I can't say I disapprove," Damian scoffed. "And who is 'her'?" "That seemes to be the consensus of the day. And 'her' has a name-Edwyn Kingsley. And Who are you?" She quipped, as I scowled in her direction, hit by the same nagging suspicion that'd been plaguing me all day. "Oh, I can see why you like her," Damian replied as he shot me a bemused look. "We. Are. Just. Friends," I hissed. "Not even. We've only met an hour ago. So, more like acquaintances, really," Edwyn reasoned dryly. "I take it back," Damian snorted. "You been using father's whole book-" I growled at the very thought and glared in his direction. "You've got 10 seconds before I resort to physical violence," I warned. "It has been a pleasure. Ta!" Damian drawled as he casually walked away. "Eight seconds," I called as Damian turned out of sight. "Sorry about that. My family can be kinda annoying-An Acquired taste, if you will," I said not looking ast her as I began to walk away. "Oh. So Arrogance is Genetic, then, is it? Edwyn snarked as she followed him. She didn't see it, but I broke into what I liked to call 'the bat-smirk'. Alfred, however, did see it. And though it shocked him, I could tell he chose to say nothing.
