The principle seemed very eager to expel Damian.

Saying something about how much it brings back memories of when Bruce went here, which only made Damian tell the principle it's technically illegal for him to be expelled just because of the principles personal feelings towards the Wayne family. Yeah, you were in the room for this long lecture. Sitting in the large leather chair next to Damian on the other side of the principles desk. And as he mentioned having Bruce in that same spot during his freshmen year, the principle definitely looked the part of being old enough to have seen it and now relived it.

And of course, you felt very, very awkward just sitting there and listening to all of this. It was obvious by how you were sitting, and by how you kept trying to look anywhere but the principle and Damian. What did his dad do? You don't doubt he went here, this is a private school. And it's an expensive one.

"And you." He turned to look at you now just getting to you. Pulling out some documents from files, that read your name. Not just what you are now, but before your parents legally split. Your school records, criminal records, grades, things like that.

"(Y/n) (L/n)-Consta-"
"It's just (L/n) now." You corrected, and instantly didn't even feel the regret for it due to how much you hate that name. How much you hated going by it for the first five years of your life, hated how often people sometimes still call you that. It brings up bad memories, and none of which you want to relive.

"Never been suspended a day in your life, perfect attendance...average grades. Not to mention, on a scholarship?" He continued going on, about how you had a good thing going for you. mentioned how you didn't have anything on your criminal record. Well, that's because it's all been wiped clean. And you tried so hard not to listen to him talking to you. Tried so hard to completely ignore the slight mention of your criminal record, even bringing it up made you twitch under sight of prying eyes. You did this until you were spacing out, your focus becoming blurry and uncertain. Unfocused, and fuzzy.

"Now does that sound fair?"
"Of course not! I'd rather have detention." It was Damian's annoyed shout that snapped you back into reality, looking over at him to see him glaring at you with those same bright green piercing eyes and crossed arms.

"That's wrong, and you can't make me do it." Damian specializes in sounding like a brat, and when you looked back to the principle as if asking for an explanation, he opened his mouth to give one.

"The musical production has been lacking for the past five years, it's not going to make a difference if people who don't want to do it are involved anymore. It says here that (Y/n) is currently in Drama, so this is how the two of you will work off your detentions."

"I'm only in Drama as someone who helps backstage and things like that, I've never been in detention but isn't it just being put in a room and told to do extra classwork?" You asked, to which the principle shook his head and explained that if there's anything a student can help out with other than just being put in an empty room and do nothing, then it will be done.

"So what exactly is it that we're doing?"
"Weren't you listening?"

*****

"We go together like Rama-lama-lama, ka-dingity-ding-da-dong! Remembered forever, as shoo-bop sha-wada-wada yippity boom-de-boom!"

You were spun around in the stage, black leggings making it easier to move and the grey t-shirt loose on your torso. The sneakers squeaked against the wood floor when you slid your left foot back, stomping it down.

Eventually the comfy leggings would have to be replaced with a swing poodle skirt that would end up going to your ankles. The loose t-shirt would only have to be replaced with a white blouse, and the comfy sneakers? Eventually they'd be replaced with saddle shoes, and socks with a frilly lace to the top of it. Your hair that was now up in a loose ponytail, would have to have curled bangs and pinned back.

"Chang Chang-changity Chang shoo-bop, that's the way it should be!"

Damian kept a hand tight around your waist as he pulled you back up from the dip, instantly bringing his hand to grab your left wrist.

"You're suppose to grab my hand, not my wrist." You mumbled, only in response he grabbed your wrist tighter as your free hand went to his shoulder. Letting your fingers rest on the soft fabric of the men's styled tank top he wore.

"It's easier like this." He retorted, stepping a converse sneaker forwards when you stepped a Nike running shoe backwards. You stepped forwards, he stepped backwards. This lasted for about four beats, before he raised your hand above your head, allowing you to let go of his shoulder so he could spin you around. Dipping you back in the opposite direction as the last time.

"We're one of a kind, like dip-da-dip-da-dip doo-wop a doo-be-doo. Our names are signed," this was when you and Damian had to separate, each of you putting your own hands on your hips. Then removing them from your hips after half a beat, extending an arm and leaning over as if you were dramatically signing paper.

"Like boogity-boogity boogity-boogity shooby-doo-bop-shoo-bop!" The radio in the room played the song that you and Damian would eventually have to learn the lyrics too, while you extended your right hand to get his left. Still, he grabbed your wrist.

"Chang chang changity-Chang shoo-bop. We'lol always be like one, wah wah wah one!" The both of you held up an index finger, and as Pomeline has kept telling you, make good and dramatic facial expression. What you practice is what you preform, but Damian's still got his stoic and pissed off expression.

"When we go out at night, and the skies are shining bright,"

Damian spun you around inside his arms, not paying attention to how his extensors and biceps wrapped around the front f your shoulder. And by how you moved, it ended up going over your neck.

"D-Damian!" You choked out, reaching your right hand up to his tricep and attempted to pinch him or slap his bare arm.

"You weren't suppose to go left." He stated, letting his arm fall down to his side, yet looked at you with a worried expression as his eyes scanned over where his arm was latches around your neck. He was suppose to end up wrapping that arm around your waist, but you moved too quickly and he didn't react fast enough when you spin left.

"I think we need to practice that part." You stated, crossing your arms and sighing. You weren't very happy about the situation you and Damian were in. And meeting after school to practice? It's been a couple weeks now, it's October now actually. Halloween is just around the corner. So the two of you have been doing this for close to a month, and guess what? The two of you actually got a little closer by it. Not just physically, but it's not enough for you to really call you that much as a friend. He still pisses you off, and he doesn't always find you calming to be around either.

The music kept playing in the distance, and all Damian could do was stare at your neck as if he were searching for something.

He does this often. He's bigger than you, and he's stronger than you. So whenever you get hurt by an accident or something by him? He's constantly checking to make sure you're physically fine. As if he thinks he can seriously hurt you by accident.

And with having to do this after school, it meant you had to drop gymnastics if you wanted to stay in fencing. Fencing is everything to you, so of course you dropped gymnastics.

But Damian? You don't know what it is he does after school, but sometimes he doesn't even show up to practice. Sometimes he'll come in really late, and you'll spot a bruise on his chest or arm or something. One time he had a scratch under his eye, and that's when you brought out the first aid kit. It ended up in Damian threatening you that he would break your arm if you touched him, or he wouldn't allow you to baby him for a scratch he got from his cat. You didn't even know he had a cat, let alone any pets. But it seems the more you spend time with him, the more you know. Like the fact he also has a dog. And a cow. A COW.

"I don't care-"
"Yeah well I do. I could get kicked out of here, and as much as I'd actually want to go back home? I'm starting to make friends here too." You grumbled as you walked back to the radio and stopped the music.

"Stupid thing-come on, work." You shoved the radio and mashed a couple buttons, but the song still kept playing. Only speeding up as if it was mocking you. High pitched tones erupting from the machine loud enough and obnoxious enough to make you cover your ears.

Damian stomped over and yanked the plug out, standing in front of you with squared shoulders and the chord in his hands. Thick black hair pushed back, narrowed emerald eyes on you and a bead of sweat running down his temple from all the movement the two of you have been doing.

There's been more than just dancing going on in the past month.

A student died two weeks ago.