New Chances - (Nightwing x OC)

Chapter 9

Hey guys!

I apologise for my "small" hiatus!! But I'm back!!!

Thank you for all the support on this story so far!! I didn't think I would actually make it this far, even though it is a small number. It's all about achievable goals! 

I wanted to give a shoutout to @-_rosella_- !! She has been an absolute legend! She has supported me, and given some amazing tips! You guys should check her out, her stories are amazing!!!

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Also as a note, I've changed some POV titles to either say Dick or Nightwing, depending on the situation. Just a heads up. Also, this is a baby chapter. I just really wanted to get one out for you guys. 

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Friday - 10:50 am

POV KAYLA 

"Bianca. Shut up!! You're literally so skinny!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah! And your ass in those shorts! Muuuhh!!"

Probably some of the most heard words in the girl's change room. Every Friday we had PE, in the middle of the day. They'd either make us do laps, or use whatever equipment was actually still useable. 

I headed out towards the gym, where we would usually wait to be told what we were going to do that lesson. Whilst I was waiting I saw Bruce Wayne walk in, followed by his ward. They walked over to the coach, and started talking. It was hilarious to watch as all the girls started to file in seeing him. They all tried to subtly adjust their shorts to make them shorter, or find a way to make their tops tighter. It was clear that it was the only thing that caught the boy's attention. So much, that they began to catcall and yell.

"Alright boy's! That's enough! Girl's, fix your tops and shorts. No one here wants to see any cheek." 

The gym echoed with laughs. Until a guy yelled from the back, "Speak for yourself Mrs. Davis!!".

"Well Ethan. How about you write an essay about it, and then present it to your parents next parent - teachers? Hmm?" 

There was a moment of silence.

"Yeah but one problem. You would have to be able to read." 

A echo of "Oh's" and laughs again echoed the gym. The remarks from my teacher brought a smile to my face. What made it even better was that Ethan had gone red in the face. 

"Alright class. This week we are finishing self-defence. This is the final session, so we will divide you into teams, where you'll face one on one, against the other team. To eliminate your opponent, they must be completely on the floor, or off the mat. By the end, we should have one winner from each team, who will then face off in a final round.  Alright, 3 laps and stretch for 10 minutes. Go!" 

Everyone was slow to get up and start their laps. None of the girls really liked to run, so they would walk in groups. Whereas, the guys would try to flex whilst they ran. However, whenever the girls stretched, they would try to show off areas of skin that were hidden in their small amount of clothing. If you know what I mean. Similarly the boys would try to show off their abs. Both groups were trying to show off and flirt. It was actually quite sad to watch. 

"Alright! Let's go!"

We all divided into the two groups, in front of Bruce Wayne. Miranda came up next to me.

"He's looking at you."

"What?" I looked over and saw exactly who Miranda was talking about. Richard Grayson - Wayne.  "Oh. Miranda, he's watching everyone."

"No. His eyes are completely on you!" 

I scoffed. "Alright. Whatever you say."

POV DICK

I watched as the teams went against each other, one by one. Bruce and I were making notes on each student. There were clearly ones who excelled, and others who rather not be there. 

"Miranda. You're up."

Miranda walked up to the mats and met her opponent. She squealed, "Mrs Davis. I'm sorry. LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIM!!!"

"Miranda. If someone comes to attack you, chances are, they aren't gonna be smaller than you."

Ha. Boy, was she right there. 

"Yeah. But, surely they won't be the captain of the football team?" Her opponent got ready to attack. "Go soft?" Miranda pleaded, as she readied herself for the defence.

"I'll try." 

I heard Miranda gulp from my chair. Next thing I knew, I saw her duck under her opponents arm, before being shoved to the floor. Clearly she was weaker, and she lacked strength in her stance. I heard Bruce hum under his breath. Miranda was a great academic student. But sadly, Gotham Academy looked for people that excelled at everything. 

"My God. You were like a limp noodle." 

"Shut up Kay. The guy is the size of 'The Rock'. I stood no chance."

"Honey, you could've at least tried to lay one hit on him."

Kayla picked her friend up off the ground, when her teacher called her.

"Kayla. You're up."