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Hey so lately it feels like every time I close my eyes a story idea pops into my head so I've decided to try and write them all down.

Okay I need a beta reader so feel free to help me out please!

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Chapter 1

That Kid

Artemis POV

I walked into the doors of Gotham Academy a private school for stuck up snobs. (A.N. this is not really true some people at public schools are stuck up but not all I know this because I went to a private school and some people were really nice!) Sadly I was forced to where this stupid tight uniform, which was a plaid skirt, a blouse and the optional school jacket. I looked around the school looking at the trophy cases. There were tons of trophies for Dick Grayson the ward of Bruce Wayne aka Mr. Billionaire.

The kid was probably some rich stuck up snob brat who doesn't care about anyone but himself.

Soon I spotted the office and walked up to the secretary and told her my name. "Ah yes Miss Crock welcome to Gotham Academy here is your schedule."

"Thanks." I replied before walking off.

"Artemis Crock." I heard a few minutes later walking down the same hallway while trying to find my locker.

"Dick Grayson."I muttered unhappily annoyed that I had to run into Mr. Playboy's ward.

"Nice to meet you!" He said sticking his hand out. I didn't take it, but, that didn't seem to faze him. "Welcome to Gotham Academy." He welcomed me. I just grunted showing him I heard him. I hoped he would get the message and leave but no such luck. "Can I please see your class schedule?" He asked politely. I was shocked most snobs would have demanded rather than asked nicely. Maybe I was being harsh on him and judge mental so I decided to give him my timetable while smiling slightly.
"Okay so this semester we have Science together, Vietnamese together and Italian together."

"Why are you taking Vietnamese and Ukrainian and aren't you only thirteen and in grade 8 and not grade 10?" I asked confused.

"I could ask you the same questions besides the thirteen and grade 8 part." He smirked at me but it was playful, teasing and not a smug smirk. "Yes I am thirteen but I skipped grade 6 and grade 7 Science, English, and Social Studies I took grade 9 science, social studies and English last year and grade eight the year before. As to why I'm taking Vietnamese and Ukrainian is because I already speak English, French, Spanish, Russian, Mandarin, Cantonese, Japanese, Portuguese, Italian, Hungarian, Vlax Romani, Romanian, Romani, Greek, Latin, Eygptian, German, Domari, Lomavren, Hindi and the American Sign Language. (Sorry I looked it up and I thought Dick was from Romania and I added other languages then I looked gypsies up as Dick is a gypsy (I've read) and I found out it was Romani not Romania but I already had these languages down and I thought know what he is going to speak all these languages. The only languages he for real speaks according to Wikipedia is English, French, Spanish, Russian, Mandarin, Cantonese, and Japanese and he also has some knowledge of Romani, the alien language of Tamaran, and American Sign Language and I decided that he would fully speak those two languages but that he would not speak Tamaran yet as he has not met Starfire yet.)

"Wow." I muttered stunned but quickly gained my composure. "Wow that's quite a big amount." I commented, "Where did you learn to speak all that?" I asked.

"Well I learned English, Vlax Romani, Romanian, Romani, Domari, Lomavren, Hindi and the American Sign Language from my parents and tutors that Bruce gave me taught me the rest."

"Why did you learn all those languages?" I asked.

"Most of them were from my heritage and I wanted to learn them to honor my parents and the rest I took interest in." He smiled at me but, I could see pain hidden in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for bringing up you know, your parents." I whispered softly shocking myself at both the words I spoke and the protective feeling that was beginning to creep up my throat.

"It's okay." He whispered back in just a soft tone as mine had been.

"So do we have any classes together next semester?" I asked.

"Yes we have English, and Social Studies together next semester.

"Great. Later."

"See you another time. It was nice meeting you." He returned smoothly.

That would only be the first time I met Dick Grayson. My only thought now? If I had known then what I know now…..

Yeah it's crap. I need reviews and your input so help me out. Please.