Damian - 13
Christine - 13
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Damian's POV
I decided to bring the mysterious girl back home with me. Luckily, it was pretty easy. We snuck into my room through a tree near my room. White Hood used her magic to open my window, and we both climbed in.
"Wayne Manor? So, you ARE a Wayne." I tool my cape and hood off, walking into my bathroom. Once I came out, I was wearing a black long sleeve turtle neck, and jeans. My mask was off, showing my emerald green eyes.
"You can take the uniform off now." She shrugged. "I have nothing else to wear," she stated. She removed her mask, and I raised an eyebrow at the color of her eyes.
Blue gray.
"I've never seen eyes like your's." She smiled. "I'm not from here." "What's your name?"
She looked hesitant. "Christine. Christine Hazel Rodgers. Your name?" I looked away from her, putting my suit in my closet. "Damian. Damian Wayne."
"Son of Bruce Wayne? No wonder why you two act similar," she joked. I couldn't help but grin. "When you say you're not from here, what do you mean?"
"I'm from another planet, though you wouldn't know it. It was destroyed about five years ago. Then, I found myself in London. Then, Gotham." I nodded, writing it down on my laptop. "How old are you?" "Thirteen, born January 25th." I chuckled. "I'm older."
"Touhe," she rolled her eyes. I smiled.
