Hey people! Just a quick thing about what's in this fic: Bruce is dead. Dick (24) Jason (20), Tim (16) and Damian (12) live in the manor. Alfred got a long vacation in England.

Damian Wayne did not want to go to any school. So he had decided to be as difficult as possible. Of course Dick had made him shadow at all the rich kid schools (he managed to get banned from 3.) and Tim had been happy to try to ship him off to boarding school, but Jason had been of real help. He had suggested a school called 'community'. He hadn't even bothered shadowing. After being told told about it, he instantly decided it was the best out of all the children-herding (schools) places. So that's why he was standing outside of the school, with Dick forcing Damian to allow himself to be walked in. So here he was walking into the principal office with his older brother. It wasn't like the cold, gray, oofices at the other schools. The floor had bright red carpet, the wall were painted white, but had random color streaks all over. The fan was designed so that the blades looked like leaves, and the light fixtures lokked like flowers. It had four chairs hainging from the celling that has polka dot cushioning. In front of the light wood desk was a porch swing in front of it. Behind it was a spiny chair with wheels. And while Damian would never admit he enjoyed such a childish activity, he LOVED spiny chairs.

"Umm... hey. I'm Wave. I'm your student guide. Along with 5 other people. Princapal stepped out to a meeting so she left me here. These are your schedule, regulation map; that was severly lacking so I made you a new map; here's that, choice of skill classes, your schedule, and a list of people in the school: starting at the jerkiest and finishing with the nicest." Said Wave. She looked about Damian's age, with brown hair pulled into a messy pony tail, an open plaid shirt, a undershirt with something about Zombies on it, black skinny jeans, and a pair of boy's vans. Her backpack was plain white, but dirty and covered in sharpie doodles. Before Damian could respond, anther boy came into the room. He had black hair, that looked tinted blue. In place of a backpack he had a guitar case strapped to his back that was covered in pictures of bands.

"Hey, I'm Flem. Weird name, I know." The guitarist said laughing slightly. Then 3 other kid's walked in.

"Hello. I'm Missy, a dance student. You are?" It figured she was a dance student. She was wearing light blue ballet flats, a white skirt, a light blue tank top, and a white down jacket. Her long, light orange hair was up in a dancer bun. Her backpack was tie-dyed pastel blue, pink, green and white. It was covered in names written in sharpie. Before Damian could respond, a new person began talking.

"My name's Icy!" said anther girl excitedly. She had long blond hair with white-blue highlights in two twisty buns on top of her head. "I'm a singer student!" Her back pack was bright orange and had song lyric written all over it.

"Yo, names Hale, writer." said a boy with sandy brown hair, a shirt that read 'I may be an open book... but my stories not finished.' His backpack was black and had neon color quotes littering it. Damian instantly assumed the obvious: Swagbag.

"Hale, go put on a hoodie and burn that shirt." said Icy in a warning tone that was obviously sarcastic.

"Ya Miss, I thought you got rid of all his shirts because they were, quote, unclassy and unproffesional for a young author, unquote." questioned Flem.

"I did. He must have hidden some." said Missy.

"We should get him some some plain t-shirts. In lighter colors. You know, red, green, blue, gray, and pale purple." suggested Wave.

"That would work with his hair..." thought Icy out loud, looking Hale up and down.

"Yo, I get a say?" asked the swagbag.

"When you learn to talk like a normal person, then you can have a say." said Wave.

"Ya, you'll scare 'im!" said Icy, poiting over her shoulder at Damian.

"Whatever... I'll put on the hoodie you dictators." said Hale while he let his backpack drop to the floor. He pulled out a plain neon green hoodie and pulled it on.

"Ya! Hale's normal!" It was just then anther kid stumbled into the room. He instanly stuck out his hand towards Damian.

"Names Lucifer and I act!" said the final child in the room, he had a satchel instead of a backpack, but even that was vandalized.

"Damian." Said Damian awkwardly pointing to himself. He felt out of place, with a brand new backpack, school supplies, and clothes. Apparently Wave noticed this.

"Come on, were going to Underage Rage!" Said Wave, jumping off the desk where she had been sitting cross legged.

"Your going to what?!" asked Dick, startled. He had thought this girl was nice! She made a map with the hallways to avoid, classrooms of mean teacher, classes of nice teachers, circled lunch tables he could sit at with out being told to leave (she even highlighted the table she sat at.), marked which room he had with the number of period it was in, heck, she even highlighted where his locker was! Now she wanted his baby to go underage rage, whatever that was.

"It's a store! It's tots sick!" said Icy.

"Ya man, no offense, but you look out of place." said Hale.

"Ignore Hale. Principal gave us the class half of the day off so we could show you the area." Said Wave with an eye roll.

"Unless you would prefer to go to classes." said Missy.

"Miss, you're such a try-hard." Said Lucifer.

"Like your not." teased Icy.

"Come on Damian, let's go. Bye Damian's older brother/ father." said Flem

"Okay." said Damian still feeling a tad awkward. He felt to... neat.

"I'm his older brother!" called Dick as the kids walked out the door.

Walking down the sidewalk. Normal POV.

"So Damian, what are you going to do for your skill class?" asked Hale.

"Probably art." Said Damian.

"Sweet! Another Artist!" said Wave excitedly.

"Can we see some?" asked Flem.

"Uh, I mean, sure." said Damian. He reached behind him and pulled a sketchbook out of his backpack. He flipped it open to a random page. It's the one of an eye. But it the center of the eye there's an unzipped zipper revealing a crazy mass of doodles. it wasn't unzipped all the way, just the pupil. He never showed his drawings to his brothers, but he just felt he could... trust these children.

"Wo..." Hale said, his mouth hanging open.

"Dude!" exclaimed Lucifer, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Trippy." said Icy, excitedly.

"Are you the incarnation of Van Gough?" asked Flem.

"You're doing art." Missy told him.

"You are the best artist I have ever met, seen, or heard of." stated Wave simply.

"I just do it for fun." said Damian, shrugging.

"We all just do it for fun, it's how we all, including you, get so good at it." said Flem, putting a hand on Damian's shoulder. Damian tensed at the contact.

"Not a physical contact fan, I can respect that." said Flem, putting his hands up in surrendor, along with a lazy grin on his face.

They kept on walking down the sidewalk until they reached a store with a neon sign screaming Underage Rage! at the top of its lungs. The kids all stepped inside laughing.

"Lucifer, Flem, I trust you two enough to get Hale new shirts, Hale go with them. Icy and Wave your on school supplies. Damian your with me, we're going to find you clothes." Commanded Missy.

"Break!" called Icy with the utmost enthusiasm before grabbing Waves hand and skipping off.

Flem chuckled lightly before walking off with Lucifer, who had put his arm around Hales shoulder and was was currenlty singing 'A brand new world', but changing the words so they were about clothes.

That left Missy and Damian to start heading off towards the clothes.

"What colors do you like?" asked Missy while looking through some pants.

"Yellow and-"

"Yellow? Nevermind you clearly can't be trusted." inturupted Missy.

Damian watched as Missy turned from poised into a hurricane, chucking different pieces of clothing at him. That wasn't terrible, until Missy moved on to shoes. About 15 minutes later Flem walked over with Lucifer and Hale. Hale had four shirts in his arms in the colors Wave had suggested earlier and an annoyed look on his face while Lucifer ruffled his hair. When Flem saw Damian standing there covered in clothes and couldn't help but laugh.

"Need any help?" laughed Flem while grabbing shoes off Damian's head.

"Hey, hey, hey!" greeted Icy as she hopped over with arms full of school supplies. Wave walked over holding a yellow back pack. She winked at Damian when Missy turned around.

"So do we have everything?" asked Flem. "Missy?"

"Yes. I believe we do."

"Yay!" smiled Icy. "Let's go, go, go!"

The kids walked over to the check out and Hale payed 10 dollars for his shirts. Damian put all of his stuff on the counter next.

"Your total is $92.57" said the cashier bordely. Damian took a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to the chasier. The other six children gapped at it. Sure, they knew he was a Wayne and the Waynes are rich, but they didn't expect him to just carry around a hundred dollar bill like it was no big thing! The quickly clamped shut there jaws and started walking out the door.

"So, Damian, got a nick name?" asked Wave.

"No."

"Your brothers never gave one to you!?" questioned Icy, looking and sounding horrified.

"No."

"Okay, I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and say we should change the subject." suggested Flem lightly.

"We still have two hours before we need to be back. We should drop this stuff off at Damian's place." said Lucifer.

"Alright, my house is this way." Damian pointed west.

The kids walked for 30 minutes to get to Damians house, and when they did, they were shocked.

"THIS IS HUGE!" exclamed Icy as she stepped inside.

"Is anyone here?" asked Flem.

"No one should be." shruged Damain before leading the group of aw-stuck preteens up the stairs. He opened the door to his room and Flem let out a long whistel.

"Let's get down to bussiness." said Missy, walking over to the large dresser.

"To defeat, the hund." whisper-giggled Icy.

"What is this?" asked Wave as she held up a pollo shirt and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Did they send me daughters, when I asked for sons?" countinued Icy.

The girls and guys got to work on putting away Damians new clothes and throwing the old ones on the bed.

"Your room makes me sad." said Wave, shoving a pair of black and white stripped shorts, a red hoodie with a yellow stripe on the hood, and a pair of green high-tops into Damians hands. "Missy said to put it on."

"Okay." said Damian awkwardly walking to the bathroom, wondering what was wrong with his room.

When Damian came back dressed in his new clothes he found his old clothes, school supplies, and backpack dumped on his bed with a notecard on top of it saying 'donate' in messy scrawl.

"Here. Start vandilizing." called Wave, tossing Damian new backpack and a couple of sharpies.

About half an hour later, when the clothes were put away and the newly vandalized backpack was filled with school supplies, they walked back to the school, chatting the whole way.

Yup, I redid chapter one because I wasn't feeling my old plotline, but I love this story! So, I hope you liked the new one.