Faye Feng → Dick Grayson ✔

Snooty, Spoiled and Rich

The rest of the day continued without much change. A wall of venomous sarcasm and cutting remarks, Faye had shut down every other student who had approached her, all their charming smiles and practiced words failing them.

All except Dick.

He realized this when he walked into his first period after lunch, and spotted Faye sitting in the corner of the classroom. The rest of the student body was giving her looks that varied from admiring to hated, the latter most prominently including Sammy Briggs.

She glared at Faye before turning to Marie Harding, a tall, easy-going redhead who was on the cross-country team. "I don't know why she thinks she's better than the rest of us," Sammy spat. "What gives her the right to snub everyone else?"

"The fact that she's the richest person out of all of us by a long shot, probably," Marie quipped. "She was rude to you, though, I'll admit."

"She's been rude to everyone." Sammy's eyes narrowed.

"Not him." Marie pointed at Dick, who was about to pass their table to sit at the back. "Hey, Grayson!"

Dick turned, pretending as if he hadn't heard their conversation, as well as everyone else's. "What's up, Marie?"

Sammy gave him her sickly-sweet smile. It made Dick's skin crawl, truth be told. "We were just curious – are you best friends with...Gotham's newest arrival?"

He chuckled. "You can always just say her name, you know. And we're not best friends – just acquaintances."

"That basically means best friends when it comes to her though, doesn't it?" Sammy's smile widened. "How did you do it?" her voice lowered, as if half the classroom couldn't hear her, and would have, if they weren't busy talking amongst themselves.

"Do what?"

"Don't play dumb, Grayson," Marie chided. "We all know that you're the best mathlete in the school – and probably Gotham – so there's no way you don't know what we mean."

"Well, I genuinely don't," Dick grinned cheekily. "So, would you like to enlighten me?"

Sammy huffed. Her smile was now replaced with annoyance. "How did you get her to talk to her like a normal person rather than one of her cleaners?"

He shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

"And for the record, I treat my cleaners with more respect."

It was as if a god had spoken. Faye's voice rang through the classroom, again quieting the students the same way she had during her appearance that morning. Marie's eyes were frozen wide, and Sammy's face flushed red. Dick looked up to see that Faye was looking directly at him, a smirk on her face and her phone in her hand. He returned it with a smirk of his own and walked to one of the many empty seats beside her.

"How many people have asked to sit next to you?" Dick swung his bag onto the table to her left. She had claimed the corner as her own, her right shoulder leaning against the flawless white wall.

"None, and I can't tell whether it's because of my cheerful personality or their inherent racism."

A gasp from the others. An involuntary snort from Dick as he sat down, who realized his mistake as quickly as he reached the seat of the wooden chair. The thought of tabloids ripping him and Bruce to pieces surfaced: Wayne Heir – Advocate for Xenophobia?

Warmth rose to his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Faye, I - "

"Settle down, settle down," a man in his early forties said briskly, strolling into the classroom. He looked round through a pair of spectacles, surprised at the already silent students. "Well, never mind, it seems as if you all already have."