It's Not A Miraculous Dream

Dracul's Savior

12:45 PM, Gotham Academy~

  'God, I hate this class...' Damian tiredly thought, trying to sit through the lecture. Every so often, Damian felt eyes his way, causing the boy to glare towards them. Once the people turned, Damian faced the board, thinking on and on about the past couple of weeks. 'I need to find Hawk Moth and those damned Akumas...' 'They are making schools slower by the hour.' Damian roughly thought, hearing his teacher call a name. 'I just hope Ladybug isn't going through too much, on her own...' Damian casually thought, writing down the rest of his notes. "... Damian?" Looking up, the teen saw his teacher face him, her Golden orbs showing a neutral glare, dark bags just barely visible to the Human eye. She had long, pitch black hair, though she kept it in a high ponytail with a side bang above her hairline. She appeared to be only eighteen-years-old, but she's made it clear - multiple times, in fact - that she is thirty-one years old. Damian merely rose a brow to the sudden call, his boredom changing from the teacher's odd glare. "Yes, Ms. James?" Damian coolly called, hearing the teacher tiredly sigh as she rubbed her hand against her cheek. "As a reminder; Can you tell us what Dia de Muertos is?" Ms. James calmly asked, bringing more confused looks her way. Damian stood by his seat, annoyingly keen eyes wandering straight to him again. 'Probaby likes that Day...' Damian coolly thought, seemingly unamused by his teacher's query. "Dia de Muertos - or Day of the Dead - is a Mexican tradition, normally starting from November 1st to November 2nd, depending on the locality." Damian unhurriedly spoke, though his choker gave a small dose of static, causing the teen to bite his cheek. 'I guess Dekku likes that Day, too.' Damian mentally remarked, keeping a hand on his desk. "Said Day is portrayed as a holiday of joyous welcoming, rather than mourning like 9/11." Damian coolly spoke, feeling a twinge of sadness from Dekku. Ms. James smiled, happily nodding with a hum. Damian rose another brow to her newly ecstatic mood, only to remember that the teacher's always quizzical, choosing to leave the demeanor be. "Though, it is also the Day where friends and family pay respects to their lost ones. This celebration helps open the door between the realms of the living and deceased. There are parties, drinks, and many different Mexican dishes for the spirits and living to enjoy." Damian casually spoke, almost able to hear the excited joy from Ms. James. "Right! Thank you, Damian. Now," Ms. James began as Damian sat down, still feeling the shock in his choker. Ms. James grabbed many papers, each one being passed to the students before her. "I would like for you to write an essay about Dia de Muertos, even though we are now in February!" Ms. James excitedly called, watching her students sigh in relief. Damian held his paper first, seeing the questions given to him read: If you were to celebrate Dia de Muertos (Day of the Dead), who would your lost one be? Why did you choose them? Give - at least - five sentences for this essay, while making sure to use R.A.C.E.S as your guideline. Damian looked up, seeing his teacher finally sitting down, a toothy grin on her young features. "Alright! I will give you all-" 'Scream' Turning towards the door, the class heard a blood curdling scream, sounding more frantically as others joined in. Ms. James quickly stood, walking by the door. As she stood there, her Golden orbs widened, quickly directing her class to move. "Everyone is to evacuate; We have another Akuma!" Ms. James called as the students left through the door, the teacher staying behind to help anyone she saw. 'Bloddy Hell; When will he drop it?!' Damian aggressively thought, being pushed around by the evacuation. 'Oof!' Damian grunted, landing in a closet, the door shutting behind him. 'Perfect.' Damian roughly thought, gently holding his glowing orb. Taking a deep breath, Damian felt his orb heat up, a rush of static lighting the Deep Green hue. "Dekku, Fangs Out!" Damian called, teleporting out soon after.

Outside of Gotham Academy~

  Looking around, Damian could see many frantic figures running, yet easily finding the source of panic, flying lower to the ground to land. There - in a tall, deep purple gown, mask, and golden crown - stood an adult Male, his Jet Black hair and Rosy tan skin emitting the same hue. Damian froze, recognizing the forms as quickly as he could. 'Dick?!' Damian worriedly thought, seeing the Male turn to face him. Dick's mask looked like a cloth, not even showing his eye shape, let alone color. The Male began to cry, trembling from his sudden burst. 'No...' Damian numbly thought, slowly walking forward to his older brother. "Dick, calm down..." Damian coolly began, watching his own brother tremble in fear. "No... Look out!" Dick worriedly called, shooting a Nordic Blue blast to the Bat Wielder. Damian dodged, watching as it hit an elderly teacher, somehow standing behind the boy. Seeing the man crash, memories of his actions formed in bubbles through the air, revealing all the pain he caused. One orb caught Damian's keen eye, making his body and mind stiffen. Dick laid in front of the man's desk, bruises, cuts, and other injuries being shown. The man stood over the boy, holding his shoe on the boy's head. Damian growled, looking between the man now held by Batman and the memory orb. 'That bastard will pay...' Damian enragingly thought, sensing an Akuma fly by. Purifying it, Damian flew to Dick, attempting to suppress his anger. 'Think later, act now!' Damian roughly thought, extending his hand to his troubled brother. "Dick, everything is going to be okay... We'll get him thrown to prison, okay?" Damian calmly spoke, trying to reach his brother. Dick stayed back, seemingly scared of himself, unlike the boy before him. Damian quieyly sighed, summoning a purifying fire in his hand, extending that to the scared Male, instead. Dick watched it burn, his head softly tilting to the side. "Ooooh..." Dick softly cooed, extending his hand to touch it. Once he was so close, however, a voice rang in his head, causing him to painfully squeak. 'Don't touch that, you fool!' 'That will make me lose control over you!' The voice angrily exclaimed, causing Dick to whimper. He backed up, trying to shield his face from harm, subconsciously hiding behind a whirlwind of his own power. Damian bit his cheek, still trying to help his brother. 'Dammit!' 'He's getting to Dick!' Damian anxiously thought, swallowing down a harsh growl. "C'mon, Dick; You can fight him!" Damian reassuringly spoke, watching as Dick stopped flinching. Slowly lowering his arms, Dick was heavily breathing, his tears still falling asdid the power source around him. There was screaming everywhere, mostly due to a few other students getting hit with Akumas, though the other heroes were trying to fix their issues. Dick looked around, seemingly trying to search for the source. "Dick." Looking back, Dick saw Dracul extend his burning hand, the White Flame silently calling him. Dick watched on for a moment, nodding as he ignored the voice's booming sound, grabbing his brother's hand. A flash of light shot through the area, purifying anything in the short radius. As the light dimmed, Dick tiredly yawned, collapsing forward. Damian held the Male up, quickly walking to the academy's steps. 'Thank God he's a fighter...' Damian reassuringly thought, gently setting his brother down for the paramedics to check on. "Dracul!" Turning, Damian saw Ladybug, whom stood by the gateway, staring at the rooftop. 'What is she doing?' 'Shouldn't she check on the others?' Damian quizzically thought as he flew to the girl, soon standing beside her. Looking up made Damian's blood boil, having already seen Ladybug's serious glare.