Being Bad For Good Sake

First day in Academy(1)

Little did they know that a skilled singer could compose a rap with a guitar tune just as well. "Alright, if you really want to hear it, let's do this. But I'm warning you, once you find out who I am, you'll deeply regret it," I responded, a mischievous smirk playing on my lips. Taking hold of my guitar, I began to perform an old draft of a rap that I had penned long ago.

The moment I finished singing, I noticed Luka running towards me. Even though I was in disguise, he was able to recognize me, which was quite astonishing. However, what puzzled me more was the fact that he was here. It wasn't time for the tour yet; that was scheduled for next week when my classmates would join Gotham Academy for a learning experience. "Oh, you're here, Mari-" I quickly gestured for him to be silent and not to call out my name. He leaned in close to my ear, ensuring our conversation remained confidential. To onlookers, it may have seemed like something else entirely, and I was certain their minds were running wild with assumptions.

"Mari, you left your suitcase with me, the one in which you packed your draft designs," he whispered into my ear. Suddenly, I snapped back to reality and shouted in frustration, "Oh, fuck! How did I even forget about it? Do you have it now?" Just as I uttered those words, a stern voice chimed in from the academy gate, reprimanding me, "Language, ma'am. This is a school." I turned towards the source of the voice and recognized the figure standing there in an old butler outfit. I gasped, realizing who it was. It was none other than Alfred Pennyworth. I had heard so much about him.

"I apologize, Mr. Pennyworth. I hope you will forgive me. I am Mar-, or rather, the master of Joseph Anders," I corrected myself, trying to maintain my cover. As soon as I mentioned his name, Mr. Pennyworth bowed down to me. "Ma'am, there's no need for you to apologize. Instead, I am sorry for singling you out. You are such a great person," he replied, being formal yet friendly. I couldn't help but sense a hint of admiration in his demeanor.

"As you say, it was great to meet you in person," I responded formally, causing Luka to stare at me in surprise. I rarely spoke with such respect to anyone. However, he was unaware of who Mr. Pennyworth truly was. "The pleasure is mine. You are just as I heard, the epitome of perfection. Would you like to come to the mansion tonight? My master would be thrilled to meet you... if you have the time to spare," Mr. Pennyworth asked politely. How could I turn down such an invitation? I accepted Mr. Pennyworth's invitation to visit the mansion, as it was a chance to get closer to Wayne and gather information. After exchanging pleasantries, I excused myself and headed to the principal's office to address some matters.

I approached Luka to finish our conversation before heading to class. "Do you have my suitcase? I hope that woman didn't get her hands on it," I expressed my concern, knowing it contained important contracts. Luka reassured me, saying, "Don't worry, I have the suitcase with me. I didn't have your address, so I came here hoping to find you. Turns out, it was easier than I expected. And by the way, since when do you rap? You've been keeping secrets from your hardworking manager..." Despite his anger, I found him cute. "So... can I have it?" I feigned ignorance of his frustration.

I was taken aback by Luka's sudden change in behavior. He dropped to his knees, begging me to let him go with me. "Mari, please! I can't bear to live under the same roof as my ex and that deceitful liar with her mindless followers. I'm begging you, please!" His desperate expression was hard to ignore. "I feel sorry for you, so I'll consider allowing you to come along," I reluctantly responded. Luka's face lit up with joy as he jumped up and down. He's the complete opposite of me—carefree, happy, sweet, and heartwarming—and that's why I like him.