Batfamily (1): Black Cub (Dick Grayson x OC)

Chapter Four: Troublemakers

The boy's smile fell from his face. "Who, sir?" I snorted the flipped my hair over my shoulder. The professor sighed and massaged his forehead.

"Miss. Kyle, Mr. Grayson. The young lady who will be joining you in detention because you both were late." My head jerked up.

"What?!?" The professor pointed from me to the boy.

"There. Dick Grayson, Catlina Kyle. I suggest you get better acquainted well you start your project." I frowned sourly and the boy had a similar expression on his face. But then he grabbed his stuff and walked over to me.

"So," He said, dropping down into the desk in front of me. "Catalina Kyle, huh?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Dick Grayson?" He smirked and stuck out his hand.

I shook it then looked around at the other students who were already starting to work.

"Want to go to the library?" I looked back at the boy, who was studying me with his blue eyes. "They have a lot more options for us to chose from." He said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and slung my back over my shoulder.

"Why not?" I said, returning his smirk.

*Short Time Skip*

I absentmindedly scrolled through my phone as Dick looked around the shelves of the huge Gotham Academy Library. There were a couple of other students here as well but it was dead quiet which disturbed the hell out of me. I winced and put a hand on my lower back. I was so sore from last night. Dick walked back over and dropped a book on the table. "Well, I found something. Do you want to look for something?" I groaned.

"What is this project even about?" He chuckled.

"It's a 'project of passion.'" I laughed and clapped a hand over my mouth.

"A what?" I asked, once I had managed to contain my giggles. He was grinning as well.

"A project over something you are passionate about." I let out a breath of air.

"He really needs to think of a better title for that." I muttered, pulling the book he had dropped over to me. My eyebrows shot up in surprise. I looked back up at him. "Acrobatics?" He nodded and plopped down in the chair across from me.

"Yep." I opened the book and started flipping through. I could feel his eyes on me. "Do... you want to do a project on acrobatics?" He asked hesitantly. Mom had recently started saying that I could use some more training in this area and it might be fun so,

"Sure. What the hell?" I closed the book and slid it back to him grinning. "Couldn't hurt, could it?" I noticed a flicker of pain travel across his eyes but then he was smiling as well.

"Nope. Want to get started?" I groaned and laid my head down on the table.

"You're one of those guys, huh?" He raised an eyebrow.

"One of what guys?" I rolled my eyes.

"One of the ones who gets to work right away and flips if they don't get the best grade. Doesn't sleep sound like so much more fun right now?" I pleaded. He nodded, he shoulders dropping immediately.

"Oh god, it does." Now it was my turn to look at him questioningly.

"Why?" He shrugged and rubbed his ribs.

"I had a every late night and a rough start this morning."

"I know exactly how you feel." I muttered. We were both silent, both lost in thought.

"Do you just want to goof off here?" I offered, looking up at him hopefully. He grinned.

"Oh so you're one of those girls, huh?" I rolled my eyes.

"One of what girls?"

"Rule breaking ones." He said with a smirk. "I saw your fight yesterday." I rolled my eyes.

"Ok, yeah. But that bitch totally had it coming." He shook his head grinning.

"I'm cool with staying here cause it means that Mr. Whatshisface will forget to give us detention. So we technically can't get in trouble if we skip." I raised an eyebrow.

"You sound like you know the detention game pretty well." He sat up straighter.

"Yep. Sorry kid, but you've been stuck in a group with a trouble maker." I shrugged.

"Ah well. It takes two to tango." I sighed and pulled out my phone again. "I'll probably have a reserved seat in the detention room by the end of the year." He laughed and I glanced up at him, smiling.

"Maybe it'll be next to mine!" He grinned. "Wouldn't be bad to have someone I know in detention." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't count on it, Grayson. My mother would kill me if she heard me talking like this." He just smirked in response.