"Where's the other one?" the man wearing a black ninja-like outfit stated as he pointed to Damian.
"The other what?" Both Damian and his father said with the same amount of serious tone in their voice.
"The other twin."
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*previously*
"So, quick question," she perked in, as the two talked. Damian turned towards her, and his ears perked up,
"What?" He said
"Can I be homeschooled now?"
____1st Person POV_____________________
It's been a few weeks since I finally woke up and got back into normal activities.
And by normal, I mean going on walks, cleaning the mansion with Alfred, and actually getting out of bed to move around/play games with the boys.
Almost every night though, once I got better and they said I could move around more, Bruce and I have little lessons on my powers. He usually helps me learn how to control it more and more, and how to shoot my energy blast with accuracy.
Those nights were always fun, since I got to paralyse Bruce for a little bit, since that's the affect my blast sometimes has.
Bruce explained a lot to me after I woke up and after a week. He explained everything, from my mother to him being Batman to the Kent family being supers and the Justice League and all that fun stuff.
I honestly wasn't shocked. The multiple times that Jonathan came over, I knew there was something weird about him. Well, not weird, just something off.
"(Y/N)!!! Hurry up, I'll leave without you!!"
Oh right, Jason was going to take me out into town to hang out for a bit.
Jason and I lately have gotten closer, ever since I learned and remembered the Lazarus Pit, and him telling me how he went through the same thing, we talk a lot more.
He usually is my comfort buddy when it comes to that stuff, since he can relate to me more than the others can. Both Lazarus wise and torture wise, since the Joker did do a number of damage on him.
"I'm coming!!" I quickly sprinted downstairs, adjusting my clothes, making sure everything was in place and looked good.
"Come on slow poke," Jason stood at the front door, Alfred across from him as they started to chat a little.
I felt a tap on my shoulder before I walked down the rest of the stairs. I turned around to see Damian holding out a small (*favorite store*) gift card, "Here, I'm not going to use it, so you can."
I smiled at him and held out my hand, waiting for him to do our personal handshake.
Once he did it, I heard a few chuckles behind us, causing me to turn around and look at the source of noice, "Shut it, Grandpa," I pointed my finger at Jason as he chuckled at me.
