Kittens and Titus [Damian Wayne (Robin) x O.C.]

Chapter Twenty One

-Can we put a bat symbol on her so everyone knows she is with us?-

Gotham Academy, Gotham City

"A historical play," Mr. Trent began, his blond hair curled. "Taking place during the French Revolution. Handsome men fighting for the rights to be free, to no longer let the monarchy rule them."

"This sounds like Hamilton," Jade whispered to Damian who was sitting next to her.

"A young lad began his story in the American Revolution and takes what he learns to his people in France. Does anyone have any idea who this man might be?"

"Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert Montier de Lafayette. Better know of Marquis de Lafayette," Damian answered, looking bored.

"'Oui Oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette. The Lancelot of the Revolutionary Set.'" A boy in the back sang.

"Correct, both of you," Mr. Trent laughed. "In this musical named Lafayette, you will have love and victory! Heartbreak and disaster. And this will be the biggest show Gotham Academy has ever put on!"

Maps raised her hand.

"Yes, Maps?"

"You said that last year and the year before that," Maps grinned.

"Seems I have, and every year we have gotten an even better play!" Mr. Trent seemed to be in his own mind now. "The beauty of a tragic love story."

"Sir?" Damian asked.

"Yes, Damian," Mr. Trent called.

"Lafayette and his wife, whom he married when he was 16 and she 14, stayed together until she died. Also, even though he lived a rough thirty years longer than her he never remarried," Damian told him.

"Ah, yes. Lovely." Trent gulped. "Shall we continue?"

"Roth, you are up," Trent called a good hour and a half later.

"So- I uh, sing?" Jade asked as she got onto the stage.

"Yes. Look at the sheet music before you and sing."

Jade nodded, she wasn't shy when it came to being on stage. In Azarath she used to perform with the other children. She heard the tick on the mentometor and knew it was time to sing.

"Please don't go. Lafayette why must you go away? The children ask for you. The children ask for their father nearly every day. You don't have to go away. Let the colonies sort their own battles," Jade ended there, not knowing how much of the song she had to sing.

"Good job, Roth. Next," was all Trent said.

"You did good," Isis assures her. "Better than me."

"Isis, you tried out for background character number three," Jade sighed.

"Wayne, what are you waiting for," Trent called. "Come audition!"

"Sorry, Sir, I don't act," Damian huffed.

"Just try it," Maps begged.