Chapter 9 Raven
Damian's POV

The Next Day

During my lunch break, I opened the door to the library, where I found Rachel sitting in her usual spot.

"Good afternoon, Rachel", I greeted as I sat down next to her.

"Hey Damian", she greeted. "Was everything okay after I left yesterday?"

"Yes", I replied. "The police soon arrived and handled the rest."

"And do they know that you had a hand in taking out one of the guys", Rachel asked.

"They don't", I replied. "Someone else came and took the credit for that."

"Okay", Rachel said. "Well, I'm glad that those guys are going to jail."

"Yes", I said. "However, there will inevitably be more crimes like the one we were nearly a part of yesterday. According to my butler, students from this school are regularly being kidnapped and held for random money from their parents."

"That's awful", Rachel said. "It's a good thing you have someone who can drive you home from school."

"Yes", I said. "But what about you? Is there anyone who can drive you home from school."

"No", Rachel replied. "I only know one person who can drive, but she works during the day and only gets off in the evening."

"I see", I said. "Then, how about driving yourself? You are old enough to get a driver's license, aren't you?"

"I am", Rachel replied. "But, at the moment, I don't even have enough money to get myself a crappy second hand car."

"Is that so", I asked. "Then, I'll mark roads that should be safer to travel on and give it to you."

"Really", Rachel asked. "You'd do that for me? How come?"

"I've been patrolling the streets of Gotham for years now", I revealed. "I know which ones are safer and which ones criminals are more likely to use for their crimes."

"I see", Rachel said. "Well then, thanks for the help, Damian. Is there anything else you want me to do for you in return?"

"Just promise me that you won't tell anyone that I flipped a man over my shoulder", I instructed.

"Deal", Rachel agreed. "As long as you don't tell anyone how I took out the other guys."

"Deal", I replied.

"Speaking of me taking out the other guys", Rachel started, changing the subject. "Aren't you curious about how I was able to do that?"

"I am", I replied. "However, if I ask you to explain the details of whatever type of power or magic you used yesterday, then it would only be fair for me to explain how I was able to throw a grown man over my shoulder. And If I'm being honest, I'm not really in the mood to tell my life story."

"Your life story, huh", Rachel asked. "Well, I'm not really in the mood to tell mine either."

"So it's decided then", I started. "We're not going to ask each other anymore questions about what happened yesterday. Deal?"

"Deal", Rachel agreed. "But, there is one I will tell you."

"Which is", I asked.

"My real name isn't Rachel", she revealed. "That's an alias I use."

"Oh, I see", I said. "Then, what is your real name?"

"It's Raven."

"Raven", I repeated.

I then thought about the name, before looking up at Rachel, or should I say Raven?

"I think it suits you."