@schooliar hailed the call.
GOTHAM ACADEMY is everything the brochure said and more. Damian knows that if his life were normal, he would be gracing these halls as a student and nothing more. His father would undoutably send him here to deal with his unruly attitude, and his mother would send him trinkets from home as a reminder to not forget his roots.
As it were, his mother had tried to kill him and his father had sent him here undercover. Gotham was not safe, and anything that bore its name and housed the children of heroes and villains alike was certain to attract trouble. Especially when those children were their best and brightest.
And so here he stands in these illustrious halls, surrounded by children his own age and dreading a curriculum that’s years below his level. Searching for a bundle of misfits that seem to be stirring up their fair share of trouble.
“Rivera,” Damian calls, doing his best impression of amicable, affluent heir instead of sullen, spoiled superhero. The son of Bruce Wayne, having lived in secret with his mother to avoid the shame of his father’s playboy reputation. He even affects a slight accent, something between English and Arabic, to match the backstory the media knows to be true. “Do you have a moment?”