New Chances - (Nightwing x OC)

Chapter 7

Thursday - 11.00 am

POV KAYLA

I've never been in a more uncomfortable situation, in my life! 

So much for a best friend. She just stood there, all giddy and laughed!

To make it even better, I arrived late to Art. Great!

"Miss Walker, you do understand that the bell goes at 11.00? Why are you late?"

Agh. "Sorry. I...I was-"

"Sorry sir, she was late because of me. I was asking her questions about the school, when I realised that I was separated from the group. I asked if she knew where Art Unit 1 &2 was being held. And well here we are."

I don't know why he said that, but I'm glad he did. I finally released a breath that I didn't know I was holding. My Teacher moved his lips into a thin line. "Take your seat." He said, as he motioned towards the table, before addressing the class. "Ok class, you know the drill. Today we have the pleasure of Mr Wayne observing us. We'll begin with a de-brief, then continue on with our projects." 

Art was an escape for me. I could express anything I wanted.

POV DICK

I walked with Kayla, as we arrived at her class. She had a smaller sized class. I spotted Bruce straight away.

"Miss Walker, you do understand that the bell goes at 11.00? Why are you late?"

"Sorry. I...I was-"

I could see her struggling to come up with a reason, so I stepped in. "Sorry sir, she was late because of me. I was asking her questions about the school, when I realised that I was separated from the group. I asked if she knew where Art Unit 1 &2 was being held. And well here we are."

I noticed that her body relaxed. I looked over at Bruce and saw him looking at me. And he definitely wasn't smiling. 

Shit. 

Kayla went and took her seat, as I went and took mine next to Bruce. It's almost as if I could feel the disappointment radiating off of him. 

POV KAYLA

Our assignments, were to complete a painting, that reflected Gotham in a way.I couldn't paint the level of crime that Gotham was well known for. Instead I choose to paint Gothams main park. It was full of Greenery and people going about their day. Due to our small class we could listen to our own music. Which was great. I was in the stages of putting on my finishing touches. I was further ahead than the rest of the class. Probably because I came in to finish it every spare period I got. 

My teacher walked over to examine my work. 

"It's great! Kayla this is really impressive! What I would do to finish it would be too.." He continued to point out some little details about the art, that I should do to finish it. I had noticed that Mr Wayne had looked up from his conversation when he heard my work being praised. 

POV DICK

I had sat down next to Bruce, who had already set up his notes. He was definitely fuming. I looked over to Kayla. Mostly to avoid looking at Bruce. She was setting up her easel and her paints, as well as her inspiration pictures. You could tell that she was much more invested in her painting, than others. It's almost as if she knew exactly what to do. Not to mention she was further ahead than everyone else. 

She subtlety dance to the music she was listening to, as she painted. It was hard to pay attention to the rest of the class. Not because they weren't as talented but because she was so memorising, in the way her hand guided the brush through the detail. Finally a voice broke the silence in the room.

"It's great! Kayla this is really impressive! What I would do to finish it would be too.." 

I saw Bruce look up from his notes, look at Kayla's painting and then back down at his notes. Almost making nothing of it. 

POV KAYLA 

The bell had rung. I don't know how I got so lost in time, that I was the last one to be packing up. I had just finished the last details in my painting. I was arranging my images for my folio, when a deep voice spoke up. 

"It really is amazing. So is your attention to detail." I looked up to see Bruce Wayne looking over my painting. "It's Gotham's Park, right?" 

"Oh! Um. Yeah it is. We had to paint something that reflects Gotham. Most people chose one of the masked heroes we have." 

He chuckled at my remark. "No, no. I think it's amazing. Gotham Academy would love to have someone as talented as you. Well at least from what I've seen."

I was taken back. I could only image what an Art program at Gotham Academy would be like. 

"Wow. Thank you." I was stunned. The room was silent. 

"Dick, I'll meet you outside the hall. Remember we have lunch. 1 o'clock. Have a good day Miss Walker." He sent his regards, and left. I looked at the clock and saw it was getting later. 

"Thank you for getting me out of trouble with my teacher, by the way." 

"My pleasure. He didn't seem too bad, anyway." He paused for a second. "Could you point me towards the Hall?"

"It seems that you are terrible with arriving and finding places. Walk out, straight, and take the first door on the left. It should be the building you were in this morning. If you want to get through the crowd, you should probably leave now." 

He laughed. "It would seem so. Thanks for the directions and the tip. Hopefully I'll get to see you again." 

With that he left the room.

Ha. Sure. 

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