For the Love of Nightwing

First Day Jitters

           A/N: This chapter is dedicated to @blaze775. Yesterday my phone was just blowing up with you going through all the chapters, reading and voting, reading and voting. So this one is a day early just for you. Thx so much!!

         I sighed heavily as I stepped out of the long black limousine in which Alfred drove me to school in. My black high heel becoming wet as I accidently stepped in a puddle. I groaned and got all the way out, grabbing my pink backpack and slamming the door shut.
"Goodbye, Mistress Dolly. Please don't hurt anyone" Alfred called out of the window. I giggled and waved awkwardly at him as I began walking towards the school I would no doubt get lost in.

         I slowly made my way to the main office, keeping my head down in hopes that no one would recognize me. The halls were fairly busy, but not much was going on.
"Um... Excuse me?" I asked a red haired girl as I pulled her aside.
"Yes?" She answered with her brown eyes becoming wider.
"Where's the main office?"
"I'm actually going that way right now, come on, Dolly."

         I deadpanned. Looking at her with furrowed brows.
"How do you-?"
"I saw you on TV." She said quickly, causing me to judge the honesty. Finally deciding it didn't matter I motioned for her to start leading me.

          A couple minutes later we arrived to the red, double doors that lead into the brick building that was the main office. She opened the door for me.
"After you." I nodded thankfully and walked inside. I came up to the counter to find an old lady stapling papers.

         "Hello." I said sweetly, tapping my fingers on the counter. She looked up at me, after a few seconds she backed her chair up a bit.
"Can I help you?" The woman asked.
"I need my schedule, please." She began typing on the computer.
"Yes, Miss. Johnson-Wayne. Here you go." She set it down on the counter before I could get my hand close to hers- clearly she thought just touching me would kill her. I gave her a smile and leaned down so that I was eye level with the sitting woman.

          "Are you scared?" I questioned innocently with a head tilt.
"N-no."
"You should be." I growled, snatching the paper off her desk and storming out of the office. The red-head quickly began running after me.
"Didn't you need something from there?" I asked, looking at the room number next to my class.

          "They ran out of the papers I needed," she gave me the once over, "Why'd you do that?"
"Do what?" I asked as we both made a left turn.
"Scare that office lady."
"If you don't terrify people, at least a little, then what's the point?"
"Don't you think you should try to be a bit nicer?" She tried.
"Why are you so interested in my business? You don't even know me!"

              She looked at me with a frown.
"Oh my gosh. You do, don't you. Were we friends or something?"
"Yeah." She sighed, "I'm Barbara Gordon."
"You could've just started off with that." I gave her a friendly smile and stuck my hand out, she took it in her own and we shook hands.

             We walked a bit more, silently, making turns here and there. She peered over to my schedule, "What's your schedule?"
"All electives, really. Although I didn't chooses them," I said bitterly, "Human Studies, Personal Communications, Psychology- great, put the schizophrenic psychopath in psychology, that'll turn out great- Law Studies, then I go home."
"Why don't you have more classes?"
"Because, obviously, the court didn't need me to."

            She nodded.
"You have the same first, four classes that I do." Barbara said nonchalantly. I snorted, then looked down at her.
"Of course!" I realized, shaking my head, "Have the Commissioner's daughter watch over the lunatic- that's why you came with me to the office."
"No! It's not that. It's just that you knew me. Bruce wants you to be exposed to the familiar." She explained quickly, opening a door. I stepped inside to find myself in a fairly large room full of kids who were taking notes- this was Human Studies.

          After that class ended Barb led me to Personal Communications. We got seats up front, the room didn't have much kids.
"Yeah, not a lot of kids take this class, they say the teacher's a f*cking b*tch. I say it's a great opportunity," a brunet boy next to me started mumbling, when he saw my confused face he spoke again, "Sorry, I'm Ned."
"Dolly." I greeted, "That's Barbara." Barb gave him a little wave then turned back to her notebook.

          "You're not from Gotham, are you?"
"No. How'd you guess?" He laughed, leaning closer to me. I rolled the sleeve of my lime green sweater up and showed off my tattoo of the Cheshire Cat smile.
"Because you aren't scared of me."
"Why would I be scared-cool tat by the way- what could you do?" I laughed and opened my mouth to answer but I was interrupted by the teacher walking in.

         "Good morning, class. I'm Professor Duran." She greeted without looking at anyone, setting down a brief case down on her desk and then writing her name on a chalkboard, "First things first, Personal Communications is an important class because it helps you communicate with people. And this'll take you far during your life."

             She turned on the projector and projected an image on the SMART Board. It read 'Baby to Now: Major Life Events'. I groaned and dropped my head into my hand.
"Hey," Ned leaned to get closer to me, "I know this blows but at least your in my class." He gave me a wink and returned to his blank notes.

           "This exercise is about communicating major life events that made you who you are today (from each milestone). One event from when you were a baby, a kid, a pre-teen, an actual teen, and an adult; or whatever you are now- probably late teens. Everyone in the class will go since there are only," she scanned the room, counting heads with a red finger nail, "32 of you. And that'll be it for today's class."

           I spent half the class drowning out the monologue of different people giving their pathetic life story, catching only phrases here and there.
"When I was a teen my dad bought me a car."
"When I was a baby I was dropped."
"When I was an adult my girlfriend cheated on me."
"When I was a baby my dad left."

            The teacher called my name (more like 'girl after Ned') a few times, each time getting louder.
"Dolly." Barbara whispered nudging my ribs roughly.
"Oh!" I said looking up, "Nah. I'm good." I sludged back in my seat. The teacher looked shocked.
"Dolores, is it?" The professor asked as she picked up a packet of papers, when she flipped through them I noticed my mugshot on one of them.

            "The court says you can't exempt yourself. I know that when you were a teen you royally screwed your life up and when you were an adult you were dumb enough to get caught, but you still need to share that with the class." She stated matter-of-factually​. With heated breath I shot out of my chair with an open mouth, prepared to speak.
         

         A/N: I feel much better about this chapter. I read a few Robin fanfics and now I'm back with the swing of it. Thx for reading. If there is a typo let me now. My favourite thing in the world is when you guys comment!!! XOXO😘😘😘