Richard's POV

I am known as Dick Grayson, my real name being Richard John Grayson. Some know me as the son of multi-billionaire Bruce Wayne and to others I am known as the son of the famous Haley's Circus acrobat's the Flying Graysons. I groaned when my alarm clock went off. Last night was a big game for the Wildcats and I scored the winning touch down. One of my closest friends, Victor Stone, had a celebration party back at his place and the only thing I can remember from last night was getting to the party. It isn't the first time I had a hangover but it was the first time I got drunk on a school night. Bruce would only let me party on weekends, claiming his son needed to maintain a good image although he's not one to talk considering his past playboy life. Bruce has gotten a lot stricter ever since he married Talia, the reason being he found out she gave birth to his son seven years ago. It was a shock to us all when he announced the marriage and his new wife and son were moving to the manor.

"Richard you do not want to be late for school! Wake up and come down for breakfast!" my new mother's voice rang outside the door. Talia is a sweetheart and I would be lying if I said I didn't like having a mother figure but she couldn't quite understand that I'm not five.

I pulled himself out of bed and headed into the shower. I might as well get the day started.

Breakfast at Wayne Manor always amazed me. Pancakes, waffles, sausages, bacon, eggs, fruit, and morning beverages were always laid out on the table. Our butler Alfred being the man to thank. Alfred, to me, always seemed more of a friend or the man to go to when I have a problem and didn't want to ask Bruce for advice. He's kind of like that grandfather that would let you get away with anything.

I took a seat at the table. "You've done it again Al."

Alfred smiled as he poured me a coffee. "You say the same thing ever morning Master Dick."

I thanked him for the coffee and took a sip. "I honestly don't know what anyone would do without you?"

"The world will cease to exist without me," Alfred joked.

I let out a laugh before taking a bite out of my waffles. I noticed Bruce at the head of the table flipping through his newspaper aggressively. "Where were you last night?" he asked.

I looked over at him, then at Tim, and then at Damian. "Is he talking to me?"

Damian looked down and took a sip of his juice box.

"I asked you a question," Bruce said.

I rolled my eyes and looked at my father. "I was at a party. I didn't think it'd be a big deal."

"Focus on school and sports. I told you to keep the partying life to a minimum," Bruce reminded me. "I can't have anyone find out that I condone underage drinking. I'll remind you that you, Jason, and Tim are adopted and I rather not have social services up my ass."

I placed my fork down and sulked. The worst part is that he's alway right. I need to focus on school and sports. Let's just say that my grades haven't been going all that great lately. "I hope child services takes me away," I muttered.

"Keep up that attitude and I'll send you to a boarding school like Jason," Bruce threatened.

"Fine. I'll try and keep my life on the DL. Are you happy now?" I asked annoyed.

Bruce smirked and lifted up his mug. "Very."

I took one last sip of my coffee before standing up. "I think I'll go to school now."

"Oh I need you to drop off Damian at his school," Talia said turning to Damian. "Why don't you go grab your things sweetie?"

Damian gave her a nod before running off to get his things.

Tim and I both went wide eyed before turning to Bruce. "Bruce?" we whined.

Bruce turned to the both of us with a look. "Can you two try and be civil with him? He's having some trouble fitting in and I'd like it if the both of you spent some time with him."

"But he's evil," whispered Tim.

I gave Bruce a nod. "Yea just yesterday he almost poisoned me with those cookies he made us." I'm not even lying. That 'thing' put something in my cookies and gave everyone else different ones.

Bruce crossed his arms. "Those cookies were delicious! You should appreciate that he made them for you."

Damian came back with his backpack on and a smile on his face. "I will see you tonight at dinner father."

I rolled my eyes at the formality.

"I will see you all at dinner," Bruce said smiling back.

Tim and I cringed at the smile. Bruce used to never smile like this. Its freaking me out...like a lot.

"Let us depart to school now," Damian said. He turned on his heel and made his way out.

Bruce rolled his eyes at the facial expressions we were giving him. "He is only seven," he reminded us.

The ride to Damian's school was very quiet. No one said a word except the occasional cough. When I parked the car, I slowly turned to Damian with a smile. Maybe I should be nice to him.

"Here you go little bro," I said smiling.

Damian smacked the back of Tim's head in less than a second.

"Hey!" yelled Tim turning to him. "What was that for?"

"Grayson called me little bro," Damian explained. "I am not little." He opened the door to the car and got out. "Don't be late picking me up again or else." He closed the door and made his way up to the school.

I couldn't help but laugh at the look on Tim's face.

"Is it normal to be scared of a child?" he asked.

"Probably not," I replied and pulled back into traffic.

When I made my way through the doors of the school, everyone let out a cheer. Tim rolled his eyes and made his way down his own path, a girl already hooked on his arm, and his friends already crowding him. I smiled proudly at my little brother, following in my footsteps. I remember when I was a freshman here. Those were the days.

People made their way up to me as I walked down the halls. Boys complimented me on my performance and girls drooled over me, offering me more than a simple compliment. This is normal for me and I've gotten used to it by now. I'd mostly just give thanks for the compliments and give the girls a squeeze on the waist. Sometimes that squeeze on the waist will land a lucky girl in the janitor's closet. I am the son of a playboy after all.

The student body idolized me and I'm not even trying to be cocky. It could be for my looks, charms, fame, money, or popularity. It's never about my personality and I know this. That's why I'm very glad for the friends I do have that don't care about all that. Speaking of my friends, they are crowding my locker right now.

Victor Stone, one of my best friends, is the first to notice me. "And he is alive!"

I gave him a laugh.

"Dude we thought you died last night. Where'd you go?" Wally West, my other best friend since Elementary school, asked while walking up to me. We pounded our fists together.

I turned to my locker to open it. "I don't remember anything. How did I even get home?"

"Rachel drove you home in your car and Karen followed behind so she can take her back home," Vic said.

I looked over at Rachel and blew her a kiss. "Who's my favorite little goth?"

Rachel removed the big book from her face. "Don't you ever call me your little goth girl. By the way I stole a hundred dollars from your wallet."

I looked to the side before shrugging. "Call it even?"

"Give me another fifty and we can call it even," she said raising an eyebrow.

"Fine," I muttered, rolling my eyes at her before taking my wallet out. Rachel is like a little sister to me and I love fooling around with her.

"Give me a V-I-C-T-O-R! What's that spell?"

We all turned to Karen Beecher, cheerleader and Vic's girlfriend. Let the gross love stuff begin.

"My baby!" Karen exclaimed and jumped into Vic's arms.

We all groaned and looked away from the sight.

"I know!" Wally yelled, snapping his fingers. "It spells Victor."

Rachel rolled her eyes at him. "And how you're even in high school amazes me."

Wally slung his arm around her shoulders. "You know you love me Rae."

She looked at him and then back at all of us. "No comment," was all she said.

I closed my locker and turned to my friends. Lucky for all of us the bell rang signaling we had to be in homeroom. "I'll see you guys later," I said and gave them a wave. When I made the turn to leave I accidentally bumped into someone small. My eyes widened and I immediately crouched down to help the poor soul up. "Sorry dude." I didn't really catch a good luck at the guy and instead gave him a thumbs up before disappearing to homeroom. Getting detention for being late is not what I need right now.

Kori's POV

I bent down and retrieved my fallen glasses from off the floor. My two green eyes blinked at the teen running down the hall as my vision cleared. My name is Korina Anders or Kori as my family likes to call me. I watched as the school's heartthrob barley even noticed me. He thought I was a male. My eyes traveled to the floor and I grew self-conscious with myself. I didn't really blame him for the thought. People have often mistaken me as a 'dude.' My outfits do not help as well. I always wore clothing that didn't fit me. Usually it was a dark colored turtle neck, loose pants or a long skirt that reached to my ankles, a sweatshirt that seemed too large on me, a scarf around my neck, and any shoes I can find.

I started to attend Gotham High when my family moved two years ago. I never really get noticed by anyone unless I happen to be in the same room as Kitten and her goons. Kitten has been bullying me since I came here Freshman year. Everyone else just doesn't realize I am there or they do and want nothing to do with me.

Alice in Wonderland was the name given to me by Kitten and everyone in school went along with it. I didn't really know where the name came from but I guess it had to do with people thinking I am crazy. The real story behind Alice in Wonderland is that Alice was a sick patient who was mentally insane and would hallucinate and see things. So it was big slap in the face when Kitten started calling me Alice.

I was brought back to reality when a bolt of pain came from my shoulder. I winced and placed a hand on it to try and alleviate the pain. When that didn't work I made a turn down the hall and entered the girls room, making sure to lock the door once inside. I took off my sweatshirt and scarf then lifted up my shirt until my shoulder was in view. There was an increase of heat on my bruise I had gotten from yesterday and it seemed to be more purple. I let out a big sigh before shaking my head. I will just have to be careful until the bruise goes away.

The bell rang and I quickly placed my clothes back on before running off to my first class.

I am quiet in all my classes and never speak unless the teacher calls on me. I get to class early just so I could sit in the way back and be avoided by everyone. If not then Garfield usually saves me a seat next to him.

"Saved you a seat!" Gar said looking up at me.

I maintained my breathing and thanked him with a blink of my eyes. I took the seat next to Gar and pulled out my brown journal.

Gar blinked at me. "Whats up with you? Run a mile or something?"

"Do not ask," I said waving him off.

The classroom door slammed shut and the teacher walked in, clapping her hands. "Alright class. Remove everything off of your desk and take out something to write with. We are having a pop quiz!"

Everyone in the class groaned and I did as I was told.

The teacher passed out the quiz and placed one down on each of the student's desk. As usual I was the first one to finish the quiz and pass it in. It was no surprise to any of my teachers, me being the top student in my classes.

"No surprise here," said my teacher as I approached her. She took the paper from my hands and looked over it. "Perfect score."

I gave her a small smile before returning to my seat. Gar looked up at me with pleading eyes and I shook my head.

"Please?" he whispered. "I promise to make it up to you."

I gave out a little groan before sneakily taking Gar's pop quiz. I answered a few of his questions right and left some wrong because face it, Gar is not the smartest kid out there and him getting A's all of a sudden on his work will make the teachers go suspicious. I sneakily passed it back to Gar and he blew me a kiss thank you. I rolled my eyes before smiling at him. I love Gar like a brother and would do anything for him. He was the only one during Freshman year that actually took notice in me. Well no one really paid attention to him either but I was not going to turn down a friendship. Turns out we are similar in ways even though our personalities differ a lot.

"So see you at lunch?" asked Gar as we both walked out of class. He playfully pushed me.

I let out a groan of pain and clutched at my shoulder. "Ow," I said.

Gar calmly placed a hand on my shoulder. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yea," I lied. "Someone just ran into me today and knocked me down." I touched my shoulder again and winced.

"Maybe you should go to the nurse and ask for some ice?" offered Gar.

The bell rang again and I gave him a smile. "Maybe I should."

"Promise?" Gar asked.

I sighed and nodded. "Yes Gar. I promise."

"Alright I'll see you at lunch," he told me. "Now I gotta run before I get another detention!" With that he sped off to his next class.

I lied to Gar. I didn't go to the nurse to get an ice pack. I had study class next in the library, my favorite period, and I was not going to waste any time. I walked to my locker to grab my things for my other classes and put away books I did not need. After that I quietly walked to my destination, the third floor, and made my way to "the window".

I looked from left to right to make sure no one was around before climbing up on the window sill. I looked around again before unlocking the window and pushing it out. I climbed out and gripped the side ladder, placing one foot on a step. I carefully pushed myself out and used my other hand to grip the ladder tighter. I have gotten used to doing this by now and I am basically a pro at climbing. I took hold of the long string I had previously tied years ago and made sure it was sticking outside before closing the window shut. I climbed up the ladder and made my way up to the roof.

Mr. Forman was already up there when I reached the top and he made his way over to me to help me jump over.

"How are you doing today Miss Kori?" he asked.

I clapped my hands free away from dust and dirt. "Great. How are you doing?"

He motioned to the greenhouse behind us with his thumb. "Just finished taking care of the plants."

"Oh you did?" I asked a little disappointed.

Mr. Forman let out a laugh when he saw me pout. "Don't you worry little miss. I didn't water them just yet. Thought maybe you'd like to do that."

I cheered and jumped up before running inside the glass house. Mr. Forman is a janitor at Gotham High and has been working here for twenty five years. From what I know he moved to Gotham from a village in Scotland, he's fifty-nine years old, lives in a white two story house with his wife Rosa, he has no children, and is the only one who knows about me sneaking up here. He wasn't too happy when he first saw me up here but he warmed up to the thought of having company around, especially when I baked him some goodies. I help with the greenhouse. The school used it for science experiments but due to an incident in the 70's they had to close it down. Mr. Forman loves to garden so the school let him use it for his own needs.

I was delighted when I found out about the greenhouse. Not only do I get to plant my flowers but I decided the place is my sanctuary.

"You think you can handle being up here alone?" asked Mr. Forman, his accent amused me.

I stood by the house door and gave him a nod. "I can manage."

He gave me a nod before unlocking the floor door of the roof. "You know I can make a copy of this key and give it to ya? Better than climbing up that dangerous ladder."

I gave him a laugh. "No way. It is more fun sneaking up here with the ladder."

He let out a laugh. "Alright miss. I'll see you tomorrow."

I waved him goodbye and watched as he closed the floor door down and heard a lock sound. I entered the green house and closed the door behind me, not wanting to let any cold wind get in. The green house was big enough that Mr. Forman placed a small living room in one of the corners. I placed my bag on the couch before walking over to one of the shelves to retrieve my gardening gloves, a gift from Mr. Forman's wife last Christmas, and an apron. I walked over to the first table and picked up the watering pot to feed the plants and tend to them.

After I finished with the plants I usually sit on the couch and relax. I sometimes take out my journal and write in it.

The pain in my shoulder came back and I found myself cursing at Richard Grayson.

Richard's POV

I made my way through the cafeteria doors and walked over to my usual table where all my football buddies sat. I took a seat next to Wally and took out my lunch that Alfred packed me.

"Sushi?" asked Wally.

I turned to him and gave him a nod. "Looks like it."

Wally frowned. "Sure wish my dad is Bruce Wayne."

A few of our football buddies made their way over to us laughing. Roy Harper and Xavier Redd.

"Dudes you just missed it!" exclaimed Roy.

"Missed what?" asked Vic looking at them.

Xavier let out a laugh. "Kitten just tore Alice a part. You should have seen it!"

We turned to each other and gave them confused looks. "Who's Alice?" I asked.

Xavier gave out a shrug. "Who knows? But you should have seen it. One minute they're arguing and the next Kitten throws milk in her face."

"It was great!" laughed Roy.

Kitten made her way past our table along with her goons. "That'll teach Alice to bump into me."

I looked away from the sight of Kitten and turned to my food. I just started eating, I don't need her to make me lose my appetite.

Kori's POV

Gar was running after me as I sobbed down the hall. He ran down the halls, calling to me, and trying to catch up with me. I quickly made a turn into the girls' room knowing he would not enter.

"Kori are you okay?" asked Gar from outside the door. "Don't worry about Kitten. She's a bitch and every knows it. She's just jealous of you." I turned on the water faucet to wash my face as he spoke. "Because you're the smartest person in the school and she's a ditz. Please don't cry Kori."

I finished up and walked over to the door to push it open. It will not be fair of me to push Gar out of my life. "I reek of milk," I simply stated.

Gar gave me a lopsided smile. "I think you smell fine to me."

"That is because it is soy milk," I pointed out.

Gar let out a laugh and pulled me in for a hug. "Are you going to be okay?"

I thought about it before giving him a nod. "Yes. It is not the first time she has done this and it probably will not be the last time."

"Want to go back to the cafeteria?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I think I am just going to head to class early. But you go ahead and finish your lunch."

"Okay I'll see you when school finishes," he told me.

I nodded and watched him disappear down the hall and back into the cafeteria.

The next two periods could not have gone any slower. Everyone complained to the teacher that the back of the classroom smelled like old milk and I could not have been more embarrassed. My math teacher did not help either, telling the class if they complained about Miss Anders one more time then they will get double homework. The worst part about it was that Kitten is in that class as well as a few of the jocks. Kitten was smirking and gloating that she was responsible for it all.

The minute announcements were over and the bell rang I could not have been happier. Most of the class left while I collected my belongings.

"Don't forget about tomorrow's test!" called the teacher after everyone. She looked at Dick. "And Mr. Grayson I expect you to get an A on this."

I could not help but overhear.

"What was that about?" asked Vic.

Dick gave him a shrug before indicating that she was crazy with his finger. "No idea."

"You guys want to go to the diner after practice?" asked Wally. He was on his phone texting. "Jen is working tonight and I want to see if I can get her number this time."

The three boys walked out of the classroom.

"Maybe slapping her ass every time you see her isn't working," laughed Vic.

I shook my head at the boys and grabbed my things to leave.

When I reached home I opened the gate to my house and walked through. I walked up the path until I reached the front door. Everyday I would come home from school, place my hand on the door knob, take my hand off the door knob, and contemplate whether or not to run away. I could hear yelling from inside as well as glass breaking. I placed my hand on the door knob and pushed the door opened. Like every time I decide to stay.

Happy New Year Everyone! Enjoy!