Hey guys! This is my first story up! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! I love comments and advice is also welcome!'

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or Nightwing or any of the Batman characters, they all belong to their rightful owners at DC and whomever else.

ENJOY!

REVISED:5/22/2016

"Look at that. The freak's patrolling."

"Trying to be cool by wearing glasses indoors, but that won't work. What a loser!"

"Dorst? More like Dork!" Then they all started laughing. That's when one of them, a chubby boy with slicked back hair, obviously a rich momma's boy, came up to the front of the room and pushed the subject of bullying to the ground.

"Hey Dork, why so quiet? Have nothing to say?" The 13-year-old on the floor looked up at the senior bully through his specially tinted glasses, quietly gauging how heavy each of his rolls were.

It was only the beginning of the year and the boy being bullied, Edmund Dorst, had recently arrived at Gotham Academy. He had moved all around the world with his parents, his father owned a company and he liked going to every one of its branches to set it up the way he wants.

Edmund was born in Paris, France on the 28th of March. His birth was...unwanted to say the least. He was left with one of the family servants to be cared for every day, every week, every month, and every year of his life. His mother would do something, anything, other than being at home after his birth. She said she deserved the freedom. His father was never home as it was due to work but whenever he had free time he would spend it with his wife in the city of love. As time went on so did they, stopping in almost every country in Europe. This allowed Edmund to learn, cultures and languages alike. Sadly, each time they moved the previous house servants would not travel with them, that meant that every time the Dorsts' moved Edmund would leave familiarity behind. He was always alone.

"What happens if I take your sunglasses away, huh Dorst?" With one swipe the fat boy stole Edmund's glasses right off his face, leaving him with the glaring light burning his eyes leaving him blind. A short yelp of pain escaped his lips, tears streaming down his cheeks. There was something more to Edmund, his eyes were special. He was born with a rare disability, the only doctor Edmund had ever seen did not know what the defect was but his eyes rather than being the brown eyes of his mother or the blue ones of his father were a pale grey-brown color. It was as if he was meant to have his mother's brown eyes but the color was sucked from them when he opened them.

Edmund has theorized that perhaps his sensitivity to light was due to the lack of pigmentation in his eyes but other than that he has just dealt with it. His eyes are extremely sensitive to the light, he can't see outside during the day without his glasses or in artificially light rooms. At night though he has noticed that with just the moon, and no other light source, his eyes can see clearly without irritation. The less light there is the more clearly he can see, but that's all he knows so far.

"Look at him squirm! He's even crying!" The rest of the group laughed at Edmund, including the one that currently held his glasses. After a moment of gaining his composure, Edmund wiped his tears, making sure to keep his eyes closed, and aimed his head upwards towards the approximate direction of the fat bully's face.

"I would advise you to return my sunglasses before I run completely out of patience." The 13-year-old stood with the help of the surrounding desks as he spoke, his voice slightly accented by a french curl.

"What are you going to do about it? You think that I'm going to let a skinny little kid like you do-" With a resounding crack, the bully fell to the floor holding his gushing nose. Conveniently enough the missing teacher appears to find a straight-faced Edmund (with his glasses on) standing above a whimpering bully.

"EDMUND!" She screeched as she rushed to the whimpering boy's side. "Why would you do such a thing! Go to the office! No, stay right there I'm calling security, this is the final time you get away with such behavior!"

The rest was a blur, Edmund remembered two security men coming up and leading him out of the room as the rest of the students looked at him go.

"Get in, son." He was lead into the police car and driven down to the station. His father would not be happy.

"Get out, the other cop said as he opened the door for him. He remembered sitting in front of one of the police men's desks and was stared down by the man.

"Haven't you been here before, kid?" Edmund shrugged, not really seeing it necessary to answer.

"What's your name?" Again he shrugged, then he considered telling the man his name, perhaps he can see the Old Man. The Old Man was kind, he wasn't like all the other cops not corrupt or abusive of his power. He was always trying to help Edmund. Last time he had seen him, the Old Man had told him that if he ended up in the station again he just had to say his name and the officer he was with would take him straight to him.

"It's Edmund Dorst." The officer blinked and leaned back in his chair, a contemplative look crossing his face.

"'Kay then kid, come with me. We're going to the Commissioner."

-BLUDHAVEN

An environment of office phones and rushing steps with spilled coffee and papers alike. One particular police officer made his way towards the new rookie's desk, this rookie's name was none other than-

"Grayson!" The raven haired officer looks up to find his superior officer looking down at him expectantly.

"Yes, sir?"

"You got a call." Who would call Dick to the office rather than his actual phone?

"A call, sir?"

"Its Commissioner Gordon from Gotham P.D. says he needs your help down in Gotham. How you got connections like that I have no idea kid, but you better represent us right." With that, the officer walked away and left Grayson to his phone call.

The raven haired officer picked up his receiver and said, "Hello?"

"Officer Grayson?"

"Yes that's me, what can I do for you Commissioner, seems like a pretty long distance call for something that wasn't urgent."

"Yes, yes, well I have a favor to ask of you."

"Oh?"

"Yes, you remember Gotham academy right? Well, there's this kid that seems to have gotten on the securities' bad side." Now this was something interesting.

"I'll see when I can go over there, I'm sure Bruce would love to see me."

Please leave me a comment! I would love to see it! Have an awesome Day, Evening, Night!

Ciao!

-WolfSymphony