Residue of a Torturer Inside of Your Eyes: An Emo Quartet/DC fanfic

"Well hello there, Robin."

*Damian's POV*
Time: 9:30 AM

"Thanks, Grayson." I said to Dick
"Saves time if you just call me Dick." He replied.
I glared at him and he just laughed.
"Have a good day at school, Damian. Barbra said.
"Thanks." I replied, stepping out of the black limo and taking  a deep breath.
Well, this is it. I thought.
New school, new year, new teacher, and new friends.
I sighed and turned around to wave goodbye to the black limo but it was already gone. I sighed again and turned around and headed through the gates of my new school, already wishing I could skip this day altogether.
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"Welcome to Wayne Prep!" the principal, Mr. Ross, I believe, said. "We are thrilled to have you here because this year we have a special guest teacher!" The crowd of 10th, 11th, and 12th graders erupted in whispers and shouts.
"New teacher?"
"I wonder what he's like?"
"I hope he's way cooler than the other teachers."
I looked down the row of teachers seated behind Mr. Ross, spying a man with two leather suitcases that were both black sitting  next to Mr. Ryan Met.
I noticed that one of them had an odd symbol on it.
It was an exclamation point inside a circle inside a triangle with an eye, a star (or maybe it was a sun? I couldn't tell from this far away), and a crescent moon.
I quickly pulled out my detectives notebook, flipped to a blank page and began sketching the symbol.
This symbol is...unknown. I wrote below it. It seems to be either a cult symbol, a band symbol, or both. It doesn't represent anything as far as I know.
I paused and thought.
Must gather more info before conducting an investigation. I wrote.
An odd feeling suddenly crept it's way up my spine.
I looked up and was met with caramel brown eyes.
It was...Mr. Urie.
He...smiled and I couldn't help but feel like I-I-I was not supposed to be here.
I shook my head and the strange feeling disappeared.
Strange. I thought.
"We hope you have a great schoolyear here at Wayne Prep and, remember, you are the future of Gotham!" Mr. Ross said.
I sighed in annoyance.
I'm not even supposed to be here! I thought.
It was Dad's idea to send me to school. He thinks I'm 'unable to be trusted'. I scoffed.
Just because I was trained by the League to be an assassin doesn't mean I can't be trusted. I'm ten years old, I can run Wayne Enterprises, and I'm super intelligent for my age! That's why I'm in 10th grade not 4th grade.
Of course I can be trusted! I growled to myself.
Does he remember that I can actually drive the batmobile? I think he does, sometimes.
I gave another annoyed sigh.
"Are you okay?"A voice said interrupting my brood session.
I slowly turned my head to my right.
"Can I help you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the girl sitting next to me.
She had bright ginger hair, light green eyes, and pale skin sprinkled with freckles. She looked to be about 15 or 16.
"I'm sorry I interrupted your brooding," She said. "But are you okay? Not to offend you or anything."
"Oh yeah, you totally didn't interrupted my brooding." I replied with as much sarcasm I could put into my voice without hurting myself or going over the top.
"But no, I'm not okay." I continued. "It's just the fact that my dad sent me to school when I really really don't care about it or need it. Besides what's the point anyways?"
She looked confused.
"But everyone needs school. Even you." She replied.
"Everyone has room to grow."
She wouldn't understand. I thought.
She can't run a whole entire enterprise. I can. She can't drive the batmobile. I can. She isn't super smart. I am.
"Anyways," She replied. "My name is Stella and this is Dallon and Spencer." She gestured to the two boys behind her.
Dallon was taller than a giraffe with messy, unkempt brown hair that could qualify for a rat's nest and blue eyes that could only be described as not handsome at all.
Spencer was shy and quiet with neat brown hair. He had a suit and tie on a looked to be very smart.
Probably a nerd. I thought, glaring at them.
"Hi." I said, coldly.
"Hey." Said Dallon.
"Hi there." Said Spencer.
"What do you want? I'm trying to do an important investigation here." I snapped.
"I love investigations to!" Stella exclaimed.
"What type of investigations?"
"All kinds." She replied.
"The fun ones, the silly ones, the awesome ones, and the ones that are a little boring but not too, too boring."
By the time she was finished talking, I had already started zoning out and went back to writing everything about Mr. Urie I noticed.
"We hope you have a great year here at Wayne Prep." Mr. Ross said. "And always remember: you, and you alone, are the future of Gotham!"
"You are dismissed." He said, stepping down from the podium.
That was our cue to leave.
"See you in class." I said, coldly to Stella, Dallon, and Spencer.
I got up and made my way down the bleachers.
Some kid stuck out his foot and I....unfortunately tripped and went flying.
Not again. I grumbled as I fell flat on my face.
The kid snickered and walked away.
That kid's gonna get it. I'll make him-
A voice cut through my thoughts. "Well hello there, Robin." I froze and looked up.
I was met with soft caramel brown eyes. Again.
How does he know that I'm Robin? I thought, glaring at him with hatred and fury in my eyes.
No one in Gotham knew that I was Robin except for the rest of my family
So how did this Mr. Urie character know?
"You okay, Damian?" He asked. "You took a pretty hard fall there."
"I'm fine." I spat. "And that wasn't a pretty hard fall."
He offered his hand to me and I smacked it away.
"I can stand up on my own, thank you very much."
I stood up, brushing the dust off.
"Are you sure?" Mr. Urie asked.
"I'm fine. I don't need your help, Brendon." I said, firmly.
He looked as shocked as I was when he said my other name.
I glared at him.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to my locker."
I stormed off.
I was almost to the double doors that lead to the 10th grade hallway when I realized something and turned around.
"Mr. Urie," I said. The teacher paused.
"Yes, Damian?" He asked.
"How do you know my name? I never told you it."
"I have my ways just like you do." He replied with a sly smirk.
I narowed my eyes in suspicion.
Yeah and I'm the lead singer an an emo band and the only official remaining member. I thought sarcastically as I walked through the double doors and into my new, regular normal until May 27, 2020.

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The day sped by. By the end of it, I was more than ready to go. I was done with school.
I had to spend exactly 1 hour and 12 minutes with Mr. Creep Extraordinaire, (aka Mr. Urie), who knows I'm Robin.
He probably knows my whole life story. I thought bitterly as I spun the dial on my locker and opened it.
My locker had everything I needed for school, plus some detective stuff.
I knew a mystery was around just about every corner, just waiting for you to solve it.
I finished packing up my stuff, put on my backpack, and headed out the back doors where carpool was.

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When I got there, I began to look for the black limo that would take me to Wayne Manor.
I walked along the sidewalk, trying to spot it and bumped into....Mr. Urie.
He actually, genuinely, looked surprised, for once.
"Oh, hello there, Damian." He said.
I narrowed my eyes.
Last time we met, I muttered. You called me Robin.
"Hi." I replied with enough coldness in my voice to impress Mr. Freeze.
"I trust you had a good day?"
"Yeah."
I was already trying to figure out what exactly Mr. Creep wanted with me.
I'll need to do an investigation on him. I thought. Then I'll know for sure what he wants.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the black limo.
Time to get out of this place of complete idioticy. I thought.
"I gotta go." I said and walked over to the limo.
Alfred climbed out and opened the door for me.
I got in and the limo drove off, hopefully out of Mr. Spooky's reach.