. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄)

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. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄)

 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄)

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"Green eyes meet Brown eyes..."

SEPTEMBERe 1ST,
  GOTHAM CITY, NEW YORK
  GOTHAM ACADEMY
   10:30 a.m.

     DAMIAN WAYNE SCOWLED AS HE STOOD IN FRONT OF THE DOOR OF HIS NEWEST CLASS.

'Room 401: Theater' read the name plate on the door.

It was moments like this where he sometimes regretted becoming Robin. When he was younger he loved it but now at seventeen-years-old as he glared at the name plate he hated it.

Because of him missing so many days of school due to being Robin he was absent on the day last year when everyone picked their schedules and ended up being the last one to pick his classes meaning he got stuck with all the classes nobody wanted.

His other classes were fine they just all ended up being A.P. Courses which Damian knew his father would have made him take anyway but every student had to take an elective every year to graduate and since Damian was the last one to pick his classes he got left with the only elective with open spots.

He had to join theater as his elective.

"Uh, Dude," A voice came and Damian whirled around. He found a Asian boy a couple inches shorter than him with thick eyebrows, narrowed eyes and full lips. His hair was cut in a stylish long mullet that Damian already could tell was against uniform guidelines.

Damian stared him down and only grunted in response.

The boy's eyebrows raised, "No, offense but you're kinda," he gestured to the door, "blocking the door. I don't wanna be late on my first day," he held out his hand, "I'm Mikey, by the way."

"Not interested," Damian said flatly before turning the door open. He ignored Mikey's muttering of calling him rude and glanced around the classroom.

His eyebrow raised when the room was filled with surprisingly more students than he originally would be there. The room was filled with colorful decorations and he was almost certain he saw paint splattered on some walls.

Most of the students were very nerdy and wimpy looking while some others were more rich and put together.

The woman standing in the middle of the room turned to them with a smile, "Oh, my! More students! Come in! Come in!" She ushered them inside. She had ginger colored hair, pale freckles skin and looked like she couldn't be older than 40. Her curl red hair was tied into a high bun and her dress was odd and filled with stars, planets and was that a rocket ship?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 • Damian WayneWhere stories live. Discover now