DAMIAN WAYNE

Damian had never anticipated that he would move to another country altogether, for school nonetheless. The thought seemed completely out of place in his world.

But of course, everything was possible when you’re the son of Bruce Wayne.

With his father being under the belief that he needed to connect with his roots better but unwilling to send him back to his mother and the Al Ghuls in general, the next best thing was a country similar to Nanda Parbat.

Damian wouldn’t be in the dorms, he’d be in a house that was near the school that Bruce had bought just for him. Joy. Of course, he needed transportation to school and refused to take the school van, Bruce had also convinced Dick to go along with Damian to send him to and from school. But it didn’t take much convincing for Dick to agree. He did love foreign countries.

So here he was, in front of a school. In a surprisingly comfortable but still stiff uniform. At 11:00 in the afternoon. What school starts in the afternoon? This school, apparently. But that’s besides the point.

"Bye, Dami! I’ll pick you up at 6! Or 6:30… pretty sure it was 6:30. But whatever! Have a good first day at school!" His brother, Dick, had exclaimed happily from the car before he drove away, blasting way too loud music for this place that Damian was sure he would get honked at for.

He hated this place already. The only good part about this was that his father had gotten him into one of the higher classes. A Dual Language Program class. Which basically meant he learned Math and Science in English. Which reminded him he had to learn the language of this country.

Suddenly, the sight of a car approaching caught his attention and he watched as a girl climbed out from the passenger seat, in the same uniform as him, just more modest and wearing a white hijab with the emblem of the school and her name tag.

Usually, he didn’t ask for help or directions to anything. He was Damian Wayne, an Al Ghul. He didn’t need help.

But when push comes to shove, he had to shove those thoughts away and admit to himself that: he had to ask for help.

So as soon as the car that had dropped her off drove away and the girl began to walk, he approached her quickly and awkwardly walked side by side with her before finally speaking.

"Excuse me, but… may you show me… where I’m supposed to be at, currently?" He asked, internally cringing at how hesitant his voice had sounded. "I am new and I would appreciate your assistance. Unless you don’t speak English, then just forget I said anything."

"I’ll just… follow you. You seem to know what you’re doing, which is good." He added quickly, trying to save face desperately.