The first week was rather.. blank.

Alina hadn't been socializing at all, and she sat in the very back of the class, which happened to be two seats away from Damian's.

She stole a few glances towards him during the day, a little curious about this rather peculiar young man. Always seeming gloomy in classes, his eyes always focused, as if he was apprehending everything. Well, perhaps he was. Or not.

At night, she noticed that he had always been sneaking out. From the window. And they lived in the thirtieth floor.

What is he, a ninja? She questioned herself. His movements were quick and calculated and sharp, like he'd been training his whole life.

And when she asked him, he simply replied:

"I work as a male stripper, therefore I need to sneak out at night. I'm gay, you see."

And that was his excuse.

A male stripper? She thought. Gay?

Sure, she had nothing against gay people. But him, really?

Sure, he had a mysterious side that seemed untouchable, and she once accidentally saw a glimpse of his body as he lifted his shirt in gym class. Perhaps he was.

Perhaps.

She didn't believe it, obviously. Alina was not an idiot. She once saw him flirting with a girl in their class, Nadia was her name, although for just a bit.

Besides, he was Damian Wayne, son of Bruce Wayne, prince of Gotham. The richest man to live in this city. She was embarrassed to admit, but, yes, she had stalked him a bit. Out of pure curiosity.

It was the first time ever, that a mere boy gained Alina Vanderbilt's attention.

But was he really a mere boy?

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"Dami!" Barbara's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, Barb?" He replies quickly, resting his arm on the long chair, in the Wayne Manor.

"I seriously think you should take a break, from, all of this. It's draining you." She sighs, looking at Dick, trying to get his approval, but he was busy on his smartphone.

Dick's eyes went wide as he realized Barbara threw a small pebble at him.

"Yeah, you should break the cake, Dami." He replies quickly, thinking about where did Barbara got that small god forsaken pebble.

Damian and Barbara both lifted their eyebrows at Dick, who seems completely oblivious about the situation, still busy into his phone.

"Anyways, please think about it Dami." Barbara sighs, rolling out of the room.

Damian stays silent, as he watches her leaving the room.

She doesn't deserve to be sitting in a wheelchair.

Barbara surely was tough, straight to the point, and sometimes an arse, but she was soft at heart.

No wonder Grayson had fallen for her. But that's in the past, they're just friends now.

Damian stood up, walking towards the immense window. He admitted, he prefers the Wayne Manor rather than his dorm at Gotham Prep.

He examined the city, taking in all of its twinkling lights and hearing the sound of sirens.

He tenses up, remembering he's not on patrol tonight.

"Don't worry. Bruce and Tim got it covered. And I'm sure Jason will help, too." Dick stood up, walking next to Damian, staring at the city.

"The first time Bruce brought me on Patrol, I was damn excited. I thought I'd be a superhero, saving people.." He trailed off.

"You are." Damian answers, eyes trailing the city skyline.

"I just.. I feel like I'm a disappointment to him. To Bruce." Dick scoffs, clenching his jaw every now and then.

"Believe me, Grayson, you're his biggest achievement." Damian smiles, a part of him he hadn't shown in quite a while, and left the living room hastily.

Without saying goodbye, he went back to his car and started driving towards Gotham Prep, his temporary home.

I was raised wrongly, he pondered, his feet pressing the gas pedal, accelerating the car. I've never had morals. I'll never be like Father, or Grayson.

He had tried hard, exceedingly hard, to live up to his Father's morals.

Do not Kill. Don't let vengeance consume you.

... Don't let your mother get to you.

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Whoo! Third chapter! I'm pumped!

Okay not really lol.

The harsh reality is that I am lazily laying on my bed, eating Doritos and browsing through Wattpad and Instagram, feeling a teensy bit jealous of my friends and cousins who are currently enjoying the outside world.

Well, I feel cozier whenever I'm alone anyways, with my books and my cats.

I KNOW that my writing skill is very low, (therefore I apologize) it's just that I am not used to writing books, and I just wanted to try it out.

Thank you for reading! Love you all!

- Sophia