Batgirl: One Of The Bats

Batgirl: Break the code (part thirty-three)

Part thirty-three: Bad Things Happen

Gotham Academy

|It's been a week since we came back from Tokyo and do you know what the joy is? I got another injury. Not just one, but two!|

Kara limped to the gates of Gotham Academy, her left arm in a sling. It wasn't in a cast, but her bandaged arm needed the support for two weeks.

"One of the joys of being good." She muttered.

She pulled her phone out with her good hand and called Damian. Just to make sure that he won't bail on her again like the last time. Soon enough, Damian answered her call.

"Hello?"

"Yo, Wayne. You coming to school today?"

"Yes. Don't tell me you're going because I know everything that happened last night."

"Yep! I'm going! In fact, I'm here already!"

"Kara, I swear I'll snap your katana if you don't go home right now."

"Threatening, but not good enough. See you in a bit!"

"Wait, what!? No! Go home right now or I'll seriousl--"

Kara ended the call with a victorious smirk on her face and shoved her phone in her skirt pocket. She leaned against the wall, waiting for the young Wayne to arrive. They have a schedule on this. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday will be Damian and Tuesday and Thursday will be her. Of course, Damian insisted that he wait every single day, but Kara was having none of that.

"Hey, Kara! Get well soon!"

"Good morning, Kara! Hope you get better!"

"I can't wait for your performance in homecoming, Kara! Get well!"

She just smiled at the students greeting her, nodding her head every once in a while.

|They have been nice to me ever since Damian posted a record of me singing while we were on band practice. I knew I shouldn't have let him in there. But Christine and the others insisted.|

"So, you're Ms. Famous now?" Damian asked, walking towards her with his backpack on his back.

Kara looked over his shoulder and saw Alfred waving at her. She smiled, waving back at the kind butler. She turned back to Damian and scowled.

"I wasn't the one who posted the video." She scoffed.

Damian chuckled, grabbing her good arm.

"Go home, Kara." He said sternly.

Kara stared at him, daring him to make her. And of course, Damian Wayne never backs down from a dare. He literally swept her off her feet and carried her to the limo where Alfred was, reading a newspaper.

"Wayne, put me down!" She yelled.

Damian didn't budge as he continued walking. Kara groaned, grabbing the small dagger hidden in Damian's waistband.

"I'll break this." She threatened.

Damian stopped walking and looked down at her. He saw his blade on her hands and a smirk plastered on her face.

"You wouldn't dare." He scowled.

"Try me," she said.

They stared at each other, daring the other to make a move. Kara unexpectedly jumped off of Damian's arms and winced when her feet met with the cement.

"That hurt more than expected," she muttered. "But I will break this if you don't let me go to school. After this, maybe I can break your katana, too."

Damian growled, reaching for the dagger. Kara acted fast and pulled it away from his reach. Even with an almost broken arm, she can move her non-dominant hand quite impressively.

"Fine," he sighed in defeat.

Kara smiled, handing his dagger back. She started limping towards the school, her guitar case shouldered by her right shoulder. Damian sighed, motioning for Alfred to leave and followed the young Gordon. He grabbed the guitar case from her and shouldered it himself.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Do you want your right arm injured, too? We can get that arranged." He said.

"You're mean." Kara scoffed.

Damian chuckled, ruffling her hair a bit. She rolled her eyes at him and fixed it with her right hand.

As they walk inside the school, Kara can feel the glares coming from Tiffany and her group of friends. She sighed, looking at Damian who was right beside her.

"Wayne, can we separate ways now?" She asked.

"We have every period together, Gordon. I believe we cannot separate ways even if we try."

"Bu--"

"And besides, I'm here to help you with your injury."

"Injuries." She corrected.

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. We didn't know that Killer Croc and Blockbuster would be there to help Poison Ivy last night." Damian said.

"I could have known if I just paid more attention." Kara fired back.

"And that's exactly why you have your injuries. You pay too much attention to them that you didn't even mind looking at yourself. You're starting to lose weight, Kara."

"I--"

"No, I am going to take care of your whether you like it or not."