Well I'm now officially being fostered by Bruce Wayne, which is kinda wacky by dudes.
Like how did I get here again? I don't fuckin remember but oh well, here I am sitting in the living room or Wayne Manor.
"Someone is gonna go over to your old foster home and get your stuff for ya, there anything specific you want them to bring?" Bruce asks me and I shrug.
"Not really, I'm practically wearing everything I own" I reply and a twinge of pity swirls in his eyes. What a loser.
"If you think about it that actually quite convenient" Damian inputs with a shrug.
"Yeah, this jacket has like so many pocket and they're hidden as well, so I could just whip out my knives at anytime and throw em at someone" I say with a slightly triumphant smirk.
"Nice" he says with a mod.
"You have knives in your pockets? Like right now?" Tim asks me with a raised brow.
"Yup" I reply.
"What if you like fell and stabbed yourself?" Dick asks me with genuine worry.
"Then I would have a knife wound" I say with a shrug.
"Yeah no shit, what I'm saying is isn't it kinda dangerous?" He ask and I snort.
"They've saved me more than they've harmed me, by like a lot" I reply.
"Wanna compare knives?" Damian asks me with a smirk.
"Sure" I say, pulling them out of my inner jacket pocket.
I lay them on the coffee table in front of me.
"They're my go to set, I have others but they're at my fathers house, so I'm probably never getting them back" I say and he picks one up.
"This balance is incredible, the weight distribution is perfect" he says, twirling it between his fingers.
"And holy shit this is sharp" he says with a slight grin after cutting his finger slightly just by lightly running it over the blade.
"Jesus Damian, be careful" Dick says.
"Check mine out" Damian says to me, pulling one of his own knives from a sheath strapped to his ankle and passing it to me.
"Dude this is fucking sick" I say, this dude has niceeee taste in weaponry.
I then notice something engraved on the blade.
"Archaic Latin huh? Death will come, well that a lovely message" I read with a laugh.
"Isn't that a dead language? How can you read it?" Dick asks me confusedly.
"Dead languages used to be a hobby of mine" I reply with a shrug.
"Damn you're smart" he says and I snort.
"Trust me I'm not" I laugh, passing Damian his knife back.
"You learned old Latin as a freaking hobby, that seems pretty smart to me" Tim says with raised brows.
"Dude I can't even read, I'm far from being smart" I say with an amused smile.
"You just read Latin" Jason deadpans, HE SPEAKS!
"No like I can't read English, I'm like basically illiterate when it comes to English" I say and they look confused.
"I'm extremely dyslexic" I say and they all look at me in realisation.
"But like how can you read Latin but you can't read English?" Tim asks me and I shrug.
"I dunno, I've only been able to read properly in Greek and Latin" I reply and they look surprised.
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