Okay, this chapter doesn't show anymore of the Daminette date. Instead we have a lot of shorter scenes which might seem a bit confusing and unnecessary right now, but most are just me setting things up for the future. We'll have a few new characters and I'll write a short summary about them at the end.

Hope it's not too confusing...

WStill lunchtime...

"Someone get me Mrs Taylor!"

Natalia and Travis walked like they belonged.

The streets of Gotham had always been their playground and they knew it.

So no one noticed a thing when they turned down an alley.

Even if the was the alley right next to the building that had been vandalized not that long ago.

In seconds a spray can was in Travis' hand and he got started.

Natalia kept guard.

"This has to be Wayne's best work." His hand confidently guided the paint where he wanted it. "Shame he didn't have time to sign it."

"Eh, we might have been a bit ambitious, but the message went through." She kept scanning the area. "Nightwing and Robin brought in the evidence to bring the entire company down for good and I even heard Robin broke more than a few bones."

That made him stop in his tracks and turn around.

"How the hell can you know that?" he asked her.

She glared and he got the hint.

He went back to work.

Then she answered.

"Perks of being the daughter of a mobster."

"Yes, Dick. I admit it. You were right. That girl's adorable."

"Exactly! Just like I told you."

"Come on. It sounded unbelievable. Damian isn't the kind of boy that likes adorable."

"But when have I ever lied to you?"

"Remember those few months before I became Batgirl?"

"You're never going to drop that, are you?"

Tim was working through lunch.

Nothing new there.

What was new was the mountain of paperwork that somehow kept growing.

And everything needed to be signed.

This wasn't even his job.

Most of the papers weren't even for him.

He'd had to forge Bruce's signature on more than half of them.

He had even needed to sign his brothers' names a few times.

A woman from legal came running in. "Sorry, Mr Drake. I was asked to bring these to you. We need someone to get them to the young Mr Wayne."

She left him with some more papers and then left in a hurry.

At least it wasn't anything else that needed to be signed.

"Done," he declared and stepped away from the wall.

For the first time since they entered the alley she stepped down from guarding duty while he threw away his can.

The company might already have been brought down, but now they had finally signed it.

She was pulled out of her musings when Travis grabbed her fedora off her head.

"Hey! Give it back."

"Nope." Travis ignored her and put it on. "I think it's only fair since you stole something of mine too."

She snorted. "What could I possibly have stolen?"

No need to steal when they practically share everything anyway.

"I can break, I can be clogged, I can be attacked, I can be given, I can be kept, I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time." He smiled. "What am I?"

"Your heart? Seriously?"

She took back her hat and started moving.

His head shook and he let his words stay quiet. "Someday you'll understand."

Gunshots had echoed in the batcave for hours and they weren't going to stop for some time.

Thirteen.

Marinette was only thirteen when she got magical earrings thrown on her and had to step up to save the city from a madman's monsters.

He'd seen how many close calls there had been.

Especially in the beginning and when she didn't have anyone to really watch her back.

Jason didn't like that at all.

It had admittedly made him feel better when he threatened that Agreste kid.

He'd taken a lot of pleasure in scaring him senseless.

But it was still a terrible situation.

"WAYNE QUILL!"

A fifteen year old blond fell out of the tree. "Whoops. That's me."

The girl that had sat underneath him only laughed.

This wasn't an unusual occurrence.

The very red teacher yelling about a classroom's furniture stuck to the ceiling wasn't unusual either.

In the end they couldn't prove that it was him.

It definitely was him though.

Cassandra was trying to teach Stephanie a bit ballet.

It wasn't working.

She didn't get it and Cassandra could not explain.

Movement meant different things to them.

It was her language.

Just as words were Stephanie's.

Sometimes the language barrier felt big even if she could talk now.

To say that Alfred Pennyworth was unimpressed would be an understatement.

Honestly.

How difficult could it be to actually eat something for lunch?

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, I want you to look over a portfolio." Principal Smith handed it all over as the teacher took a seat.

Papers shuffled around as every sketch and photo were evaluated.

"Huh, whose is this?"

"An applicant for a scholarship gave it to me during her interview yesterday."

The teacher scrunched up her eyebrows. "Isn't it a bit late to apply for a scholarship?"

"Her situation is... difficult." The older woman sighed. "I made an exception on the request of Ms Rolling. The girl is a delight. She's got recommendations from a few clients, her grades are more than acceptable and her science teacher put in a good word about the girl's work ethic."

Mrs Daniella Taylor put the portfolio down on the desk.

"Accept her."

"You think so?"

The design teacher nodded. "This girl is going places."

Azalea entered her math class.

Everyone was sitting on the ground while the furniture sat firmly on the ceiling.

Alright, then.

She found an empty spot on the floor and sat down.

Fridays just kept getting weirder.

On the side of a building looking like it had a very unfortunate encounter with acid was a black tag.

The work of illegal art had been signed.

2GEN

Doodles of an umbrella, a question mark, a mallet and a vine underlined it.

Hmmm... There's a lot going on in this chapter so let's get a short overview.

We meet Principal Smith and a design teacher called Mrs Taylor. They're the ones that's been going over Marinette's application for the scholarship.

We also join two older teenagers as they sign the piece of vandalism both Marinette and Damian had been looking at during the night. However none of them are the artist which they named as "Wayne".

The bats are all busy with different things some more and some less important for the plot.

Three new characters that have all been connected to the graffiti.

Natalia. She kept guard while her friend tagged the wall. Wears a fedora and is "the daughter of a mobster".

Travis. Tagged the wall. Tried to flirt with Natalia using a riddle.

Wayne Quill. The artist himself. Goes to Gotham Academy. Played a prank, but didn't get caught even though everyone knows he did it.

The tag itself is a bit of a clue to who they are.

2GEN = Second Generation

The drawings might give a hint of what they're the second generation of.

Hopefully this cleared some things up;)

P.S. The story plays out in September.