Convincing his father of the fact that Joker had a daughter was one thing, giving him the facts was a whole nothing thing.

He was with Trisha, Blake, and Jack, thinking of a way to get Justice's DNA when a loud comment brought him back to the land of the living.

"Man what a freak, no wonder she's an orphan."

The group was at one of Gotham's popular hangouts, where there were games, food and drinks of acceptable prices, however it was filled to the brim with annoying brats that never seem to keep their thoughts to themselves. A perfect example would be the punks sitting a few tables down from Damian, a preppy group that attended the same school as them.

They were obviously talking about Jack, considering Trisha and Blake were having a dance battle a few yards away, already gathering a crowd. So, it just left Damian finishing his fries, and Jack scrolling through her phone.

"I mean look at those eyes," One girl commented with a snicker. "Creepy."

Damian glanced over at Jack to see if she was listening and she was, though she made no outwards signs of it. Her body was relaxed calm, but her fingers shook only slightly. She heard them alright.

Leaning over, the black-haired boy questioned. "Aren't you going to say anything to them?"

Glancing up, Jack shrugged. "Why should I? They have a right to their opinions, no matter how wrong and ridiculous those opinions are." Putting away her phone, Jack started nibbling on a fry. "Besides, if I give them the satisfaction of a response, they'll only keep doing it."

Standing, Damian ignored the group snickering over at them. "I'm going to see what's taking those two idiots so long."

"Bring back some more soda," Jack called back, unwilling to move from her seat.

After confirming that Trisha and Blake were still dancing each other out – and having Trisha promise to sign them all up for Laser Tag, Damian was making his way back to the table when two familiar faces stopped him.

These two were hanging out with that group laughing at Jack. They were larger than Damian, clearly varsity, but it's not like Damian hasn't handled larger opponents before.

The tanner of the two put on a forced smile. "Sup kid, names Rick." He then pointed to the paler version of himself. "This is Jason. We were just wondering, what are you doing hanging around with that chick?"

"You mean Jaqueline?" Damian managed to reply coolly; he wanted to tear these guys apart with their condescending smirks and tone. "Why does it matter to you?"

Rick rolled his eyes. "Ah just for personal interest. I just can't wrap my head around someone as cool as you hanging out with a loser like Janice." The boy then got in Damian's face. "You got a screw loose or something?"

"Jaqueline." Damian corrected, causing Rick to raise a brow. Giving the two of them a seething glare, the bat boy squared his shoulders. "Her name is Jaqueline, and I'd appreciate it if you refrain from insulting her any more than you already have." He then folded his hands behind his back, giving the larger boys a smirk of his own, "Unless you don't like walking, then please by all means, keep running your traps for I will gladly shut them."

There was a moment of silence until both Rick and Jason started laughing. "Or what? What's a twerp like you going to do?"

"Care to find out." Damian challenged, raising a taunting brow.

Jason was the one to bite the bait, giving Damian a sharp grin before moving to shove him. Big mistake.

Using the oaf's momentum to his advantage, Damian gracefully sidestepped the boy, grabbed his arm, tripped him up and flipped Jason, all in one motion. In the next second, all anyone could comprehend was a football player groaning on the ground with the object of the attack standing there and wiping his hands together like he touched something disgusting.

Rick just stood there, mouth gaping while Damian breezed on by. "If nothing else, then I'll just be on my way, but before I do." His eyes were like burning emeralds, staring up at the second ball player like he was an annoying insect. "If I catch you harassing my friend again, I'll end you."

Making his way back to Jack, he saw the girl sitting by the table, munching on her fries like she didn't have a care in the world. Next to her, a full cup of strawberry sprite soda.

Damian would've thought nothing happened, but after that little squabble, the young man risked a glance to the table of girls, finding them pouting and whispering angrily to each other, all while chancing a glance at Jack.

Taking his seat, Damian set down his cup of water. "Anything happen while I was gone?"

"Nothing at all." Jack answered easily, looking up and smiling at Damian. "You?"

The boy couldn't help but chuckle, "No."