Day 2 First lesson

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Morning

It was early morning at Gotham and (Y/N) was already outside the manor, in it's 50 acre back yard. In those 50 acres there was a rather large farm and a grand field next to it. After taking the golf cart, that he borrowed form the golf course, over to the farm he opens up the barn.

(Y/N): Such a big barn for a single cow, why does he even have a cow? I'm sure milk isn't that expensive...... for a billionaire.

He opens the barn door and waltzes in and up to the cow, who already had it's head in hay. As he walks in a few birds fly in and perch themselves on the beams above.

(Y/N): Hey there buddy, what's your name?

He sees a fancy looking board hanging off the stable door.

BATCOW

(Y/N): Batcow? Why would anyone-

(Y/N): Batcow? Why would anyone-

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(Y/N): Oh... I see. Chat isn't gonna believe this! Here go you buddy. As a thanks for keeping Gotham safe.

He places the hay inside the pen, with great struggle, and the cow starts digging in. Then he leaves but not before he pets the cow...... and a picture. Little did he know he made a life long friend in that moment.

Afternoon

It was now early afternoon and (Y/N) had completed all his morning task. But now it was time for, what he though, his hardest task, teach Cassandra some English. He stood outside of Cassandra's room and as soon as he lifts his fist up he feels something behind him.

Slowly he turns around and sees Cassandra standing behind him. She was, once again, in her pj's that (Y/N) saw the first time they met. But this time he wasn't scared by the girl.

(Y/N): I got used to it. You ready to learn?

His enthusiasm fell on deaf ears as the stoic girl remains stoic, almost like he was looking at a painting because she barely moved a muscle. He let out an awkward chuckle and scratches his nape.

(Y/N): Well uhh..... let's get started, I guess.

He maneuvers around Cassandra, who has yet to move a muscle, and walks down to the study room. Once in the room (Y/N) sat across from Cassandra with a paper and pencil in front of her.

The paper in question was an arrangement of letters in the form of dots, where she was supposed to trace over them. Although she didn't seem to care about the paperwork because she was still staring at him.

(Y/N): Okay, so since you can't understand me, supposedly, we're gonna start off with learning the alphabet.

She still had no response.

(Y/N): Can you blink?

She blinks.

(Y/N): I feel like you're fucking with me.

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