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Private school, Ugh, should he, Damian Al Ghul-Wayne be trapped in the same building with those little brats who don't even know how to defend themselves if robbed? Being a nepo baby from the Wayne family lineage is one thing he has in common with the nepo baby students at Gotham Academy. Namely: a family name with finances that are worthy of envy from afar. But this similarity ends there. Damian Wayne is disgusted if he is ever categorized with the other rich kids here. Why? Not only are they ignorant of the conditions of Gotham City and flaunting at Galas regarding their mommy and daddy's wealth, they also pretend to be friends with him to get close to his family name. In conclusion, Damian feels that homeschooling is better than private school. But in reality, his father still enrolled him in Gotham Academy. Because his family suddenly became a child psychologist who said he needed a social life and friends with ordinary people. Annoyed is a small word to describe Damian's feelings when he heard his father's decision. He wanted to burn down the world to vent this injustice. Let this one world disappear and know the reason he was driven crazy in a private school because he was put in the same class as those snotty nepo babies.
And Damian's dark face had to calm down and survive 8 hours at school. If there was one more person who asked "Are you Bruce Wayne's son? But why don't you look alike? Bruce is white, why are you black.", he would explode and go on a killing spree. Even Arkham Asylum wouldn't be able to stop him because it was the twentieth time someone had asked the same thing.
Damian was tortured, fucking tortured in this school.
He expected one of the villains to blow up this school so he could go home early, if no villain dared to bomb Gotham Academy, Damian would do it. He was ready to risk the Robin mantle to free himself from the clutches of this damn hell.
On the other hand, he had also promised Richard that he would at least befriend one person at school. But with whom? The two-faced people in his class who were only after his name. At that moment he heard someone shout, "For the umpteenth time, I don't know what Vlad plans to invest in, or his business plan! Do you think I want to change my name to Daniel Masters? What kind of crazy person would want to have the same name as that fruitloop?" A student with black mullet hair, blue eyes, and lichtenberg scars on his neck that spread to his hands.
"Geez, if you don't want to share your secret just say so, you cheapskate." The student across from him grumbled before leaving. Daniel Masters not only looked shocked but also looked like he wanted to strangle the student. That's when Damian Wayne realized, there was someone trapped in this annoying school without their consent too.
Damian pushed himself up from his seat and immediately approached the student, "Daniel Masters" he greeted. The mullet haired student turned and glared at him angrily, "What do you want?" he hissed roughly. Damian was a little surprised by Daniel's nature. Usually when someone meets a Wayne they will smile friendly and try everything to get the good graces of the Waynes. Daniel's reaction was so refreshing that it made the youngest son of the owner of Wayne Enterprise smile. Damian was satisfied with the attitude of this mullet-haired student, either Daniel didn't know who he was or Daniel didn't care at all who he was. But both of these things didn't matter to Damian, the most important thing was to get an ally at this school. "I want to work with you. My name is Damian, nice to meet you. My father, brother and sister forced me to go to Gotham Academy and demanded that I make at least one friend. I hope I can rely on you as that friend, Masters." Damian explained. Daniel shivered with disgust on his face, honestly Damian's ego is shattered, because Damian thought Danny dared to react like that. "Ew, don't call me Daniel or Masters." The mullet-haired student said with disgust. Damian's shoulders immediately relaxed when his potential friend said that. "People who call me Daniel usually have the intention to kill me. And Masters is my adoptive father's name. Call me Danny." Danny explained and folded his arm.
"Well... your suggestion is not bad. Jazz, that's my sister btw, also told me to make friends. Here's how, you help me convince Jazz that I'm not anti-social and I'll help you look like someone who makes friends easily. How about it?" Danny suggested his idea and held out his hand.
Acting as Danny's best friend? He could do it with his eyes closed. This would be easy for him. And the bonus? He could throw this friendship in Drake's face and prove that he wasn't the social recluse Drake said he was.
"Agreed." Damian shook Danny's hand.
When he got home from school, Damian was picked up by Alfred. "How was your day, young master Damian?" The loyal butler of the Wayne family who Damian considered like his own grandfather asked. "In short, if I could burn that building with people inside, I would. But that's just a dream." Wayne's youngest son said calmly.
Upon arriving at Wayne Manor, Damian couldn't find any peace because Drake's loud voice made his ears hot, "Demon Brat, have you managed to kill someone at school?" Drake taunted from the stairs, a can of Zesti in his hand.
"Drake," the youngest child greeted.
"I would really appreciate it if you would shut your noisy mouth." Damian continued.
"Wow, I'm going to sew your mouth shut soon you insolent brat." Tim Drake scolded from the stairs.
"Remember, I am the biological child of this family. You have no right to touch me Drake!" Damian pointed at Tim angrily before stomping towards his room.