Damian's ambition

Job

"And even if I were captured what do you think will happen?! I have been trained as an Assassin and as Robin. Do you think it'll be that easy to just capture me?!" Damian roared. He sighed. "Sorry father. I want to be what I want. I am head of assassins and batman's son, billionaire's son. What about Damian? I need my own life." Damian calmed down.

"You want to work? In an office?" Bruce probed. Not sure if he heard that right. "Yes, I am going to look for a job tomorrow." He said in slight annoyance. "I'm done talking." Damian turned on his heels and went back up to the Wayne Manor.

"Alfred what was I like when I was his age?" Bruce asked in curiosity. "You were different. But I have a feeling Master Damian will be fine." Alfred said with hopefullness. "Guess I'll just have to have a little faith."

"Damian?" What are you doing here?" Dick Grayson asked as he entered a cafe. Damian raised the news paper he was reading to cover his face. He already had enough attention on him and now we have the infamous Grayson.

"Why? Am I not allowed to eat here?" He said sarcastically. "No. I was just wondering." "Grayson Why are you here?" The waitress placed a cup of coffee in front of Damian. He spared her no glance. "Well, I wanted to see Kori." He answered looking around in a playful manner. Some of the people where looking over. "Well, Grayson if you are here for your nonsense, please leave." Damian ordered more then requested as the continued to read the newspaper. Dick's phone rang, "Got to go." He left. Damian sighed. "Tch."

"So, Mr. Damian what would you be applying for?" The secretary of the company asked, As I
"As I have listed as a market stategist or a interpretor."
"You know so many languages, how did you learn so many?" "Doesn't matter."
Damian then went into the interview.
He was accepted as an interpretor and the right hand man of the head. His knowledge about things was not normal.