"Master Balderk," the woman called, hurrying to catch up. "I have a meeting at two scheduled here! You're supposed to do another commercial at four for the evening show!"
Pewter did his best to avoid the wiry woman, his secretary, as he took the stairs two at a time. He wanted to be alone. There was a reason his parents had picked an ex-hunter to be his secretary. She kept up with him no matter how many steps he skipped or how fast he ran, she kept up with him. Whirling in his room he slammed the door shut and hurriedly locked it.
Well at least he had gotten away for a few moments. It wouldn't be long before his parents were banging on the door threatening to end every fun aspect of his life left. Like his Beacon entrance exams.
If he could get away to Beacon, they wouldn't allow secretaries or personal trainers or press...or parents.
If only he could get accepted.
"Pewter Balderk!" his mother's shrill voice sounded at the door. "Come out this instant! You have a 'Relentless Bulwark' photo shoot in thirty minutes!"
Pewter sighed, he best please his parents. Be their puppet for a few more weeks so he could get away.
"So as you can imagine, I was quite relieved when my teammates didn't seem to acknowledge my past," Pewter said. "But as one of your own."
Onyx nodded, "I thought I had recognized you somewhere."
"Wow, that was really...deep," Richard commented.
Robin elbowed his partner in the ribs, "Thank you for trusting us with…"
"Your most deep and dark past," Richard grunted, rubbing his side.
Robin kicked Richard in the shin, "Thanks for sharing, Pewter. Ignore Richard, he's an idiot."
"Am not!" Richard protested, moving away from Robin as he cradled his knee. "And that's a pretty painful word coming from one of the three geniuses of this group."
"Sorry Pewter, Richard's a pest," Robin corrected.
"Hey," Richard whined.
"And a baby," Robin added.
"I'm not a baby," Richard pouted.
"He is," Robin nodded.
"Stick that lip out further and a Goliath will step on it," Onyx commented wryly.
Richard pulled his lip in quickly. Robin snorted and picked up their history book. "I finished, your turn."
Richard sighed and took the book, "Study, study, study. Is that all we do? Can't we do something fun?"
"Maybe later," Robin shrugged. "School is priority right now."
Pewter smiled as he picked up his Grimm Studies project and examined it. Even though he had confirmed their knowledge that he was the Relentless Bulwark, they didn't seem to drool over his fame. He was just regular Pewter Balderk here, and that suited him fine. It had been weird at first to have himself to himself and not a dozen other people. He picked up a pencil and began working.