Tori was finding herself settling down a bit as she started showing the two Wayne men around Gotham Prep. The school had been remodeled about ten years ago so the architecture on the inside was fairly modern and up to date while the outside still had the Gothic architecture that was unique to older buildings in Gotham. The inside of the school had the typical white stucco walls and the ceilings had the foam roof tiles and the fluorescent lights. The doors that lined the hallways were all painted forest green with each door having the generic rectangular window cut to it for viewing.

"There is only three floors to the school. The first floor is the commons area where the student lounge, library, auditorium, and gym are located. The second floor is where the offices of the teachers, therapists, and counselors are located as well as the general rooms used for group and individual therapy and counseling sections. The third floor which we are on now, of course, are the classrooms and where Mrs. Holloway's office is located." Victoria explained as they walked

"Impressive." Mr. Wayne said smiling at her and Tori returned it politely looking to Damian but wasn't surprised to still see him scowling glaring straight ahead and not giving any mind to his surroundings.

"How many students are currently enrolled here Ms. Blithe?" Mr. Wayne asked curiously.

Bruce watched her closely still trying to pick up on anything that may be out of the ordinary about her. Other than the nervousness she displayed and the lack of experience obviously dealing with this situation there was nothing strange about her. What he did know was she was left handed, she constantly used her left hand to fix her hair that wasn't mussed; she had a little scar on her chin probably from a childhood accident; she walked with her shoulders straight and her spine impeccably tight with a sort of soldier like march which indicated it wasn't her normal posture or gait; and she had a habit of biting the inside of her cheek when she was speaking.

Overall Victoria Blithe was a nervous woman in the presence of those above her station put to a task she had no idea how to act in. From his memory, she was acting just as she had at the charity banquet some months ago. He didn't know her personally very well but he would deduce she was worried because she was dedicated to her profession and cared immensely for her work and did not want to, for any reason, make a bad impression on him.

Although nervous and twitchy he had no reason to distrust her she wasn't a threat to him or Damian and so far he liked how she interacted with him. Her professional resume spoke for itself and he had hacked into the school database and read her notations and history on her students. It was very detailed and her work usually successful. Most of her students had a high success rate after leaving the school and those who didn't, it was more of their own choices and had nothing to do with her work with them.

"Currently? Only seventy-five and Damian will make seventy-six. Our numbers have been low due to lack of staff and funds, unfortunately. However, with your generosity, we can change that." Tori said offering him a broad, more authentic smile.

Mr. Wayne had always been friendly but always in that polished polite surface of high society. At the charity event he had seemed interested and unlike others held her gaze while she spoke to him while she stumbled over her words. His eyes, they were so blue and so intense in the way they looked at you. Victoria thought Damian must get his eye color, a dark green, from his mother.

They had stopped a moment as they neared the elevator to go downstairs so she could show them the rest of the building. Bruce turned to face her as she faced him and noticed her smile, this time, was much more genuine than her tight professional ones from before. Damian stood back and watched the interaction quirking an eyebrow. Bruce chuckled and Tori felt her stomach flip at the sound, she didn't think he laughed often, but it was a nice sound. Victoria tried in earnest not to blush like a young girl. She was a grown woman for crying out loud and somehow she managed to control the heat in her cheeks.

"It's my pleasure Ms. Blithe. I know that it is a bit of an inconvenience to take on Damian so late in the year and I also realize he is not your typical student." He said realizing how much of an understatement that actually was.

"It's not an inconvenience although I will admit a bit of a surprise. Nonetheless, we are happy to have him and I look forwards to working with him," Tori said and then turned to Damian he gave her his typical condescending glare which she returned with only a smile. "I believe you'll like it here Damian."

He snorted "Ms. Blithe I wouldn't presume anything."

"Ahem," Bruce said loudly glaring once more at his outspoken son. Victoria had her work cut out for her that was for sure.

"No, it's alright. Please let him speak his mind. It helps me get a better feel for his personality." Victoria said her smile growing and as Damian looked at her once more he felt a little uneasy sensing Ms. Blithe would not be as easy of a push over or as intimidated by his tactics like the usual opponent. She seemed much more stubborn.

Bruce smiled again seeing the exchange between the two and he felt more confident in his choice for bringing Damian here. The elevator dinged, "Well, Ms. Blithe I look forwards to seeing the rest of the school." Bruce interjected between the battle of wills.

"Absolutely," Tori said and stepped into the elevator with the two Wayne men in tow.

Tori took home Damian's file that night to look over it. The manilla envelope was rather thin compared to her other student's records. Sitting on her bed in her pajamas she opened it reading what little literature there was. Typical copies of his birth certificate, social security, and medical history. Other than that there was nothing else the boy had never been to any other major psychologists, therapists, or counselors. She found that odd because most children his age with behavioral disorders or traumatic pasts had been evaluated by a medical professional proficient in mental health, Damian Wayne had not.

She guessed that it had something to do with the common secrecy the wealthy liked to have about their livelihood if it ever were to come to jeopardy. Certainly, the utmost care of keeping Damian under the radar was taken as an illegitimate son of Bruce Wayne. There was always the common rumor of the rich and famous paying off medical professionals to destroy or keep their medical records absolutely confidential. She wouldn't be surprised if it were true in this case everything about Damian Wayne was strange.

She sighed closing the file and leaning back into her pillows staring at it from her seat on her bed still pondering about it. Something about this whole situation didn't sit right with her. She had been around those with behavioral disorders long enough to know things and feel things about people and something felt off not just about Damian but about Bruce Wayne as well.

From the beginning, she felt like he was analyzing her and not in the appraising sort. More of the predator watching its prey and learning about weaknesses. Maybe it was just Bruce Wayne and his true nature given his own tragic past, everyone in Gotham knew that story, the death of his parents and then how he disappeared for nearly a decade before returning. Tori rolled her eyes realizing she was probably over analyzing it she had a tendency to do that it was a big reason why she was still single, she found every single fault with every single man she had ever dated and let it drive her crazy. She sat back up grabbing the file and sat it on her side table before reaching over and grasping the chain on her lamp before turning off the light. Pulling back her comforter and sheets she drifted off into sleep.