The School Life of The Other Demon

Meeting

Bruce's P.O.V.:

We all stop in front of the main office, staring at each other. "So we'll take you and Tim out of class once the three of us are done with the meeting, okay?" I tell Demetria. "Hopefully this will be an informative meeting."

"Nothing about this school is informative, Father," Damian says, crossing his arms. "It's all based upon a system of belief and straight-up bias."

"Sounds accurate," I comment. I turn my attention back to Demetria to find her looking around the hallway. Following her gaze I find students staring at us and whispering to each other. Although it happens all of the time, this one feels different. Before I could call any of this out, the bell rings, causing the standing students to head to class. "Head over to class, Demetria," I tell her. "Don't want you to be late."

"I'd rather be dead than go to class," she comments, spinning around on her heel and making her way towards the stairwell.

"Behave!"

"No promises!" she yells back, waving us off and entering the staircase.

"She'll be fine," I sigh, turning my attention toward Damian and Jason. I cross my arms and glare at them. "Now you two, definitely, need to behave. Understood?"

"No promises," they answer, making their way into the main office.

I sigh, rubbing my temples. "These boys are going to do something stupid. I just feel it," I mumble to myself. I quickly put on my facade, my billionaire face, and entered the office. Inside of the office stands Jason and Damian at the counter, talking to the same lady that we met when Damian and Demetria enrolled in the school.

"You three are here for the meeting, correct?" she asks, typing onto her computer.

"Yes," I answer with a smile.

"Great." She takes a clipboard with a gridded sheet on it and places it at the top of the counter. "I just need you, Mr. Wayne, to sign-in while I make sure to sign Damian into all of his classes. And you too, Jason."

"Of course," I say, taking the pen that she hands over to me and begin to sign myself onto the sheet. As I'm signing in, I hear a bunch of soft grunts and shuffling behind me. In curiosity, I cock my eyebrow and turn around, finding Jason and Damian fighting. "Boys," I growl. "Stop."

"Tch. He started it!" Damian complains, releasing Jason and pointing at him.

"No!" Jason whines. "The little brat's the one that kicked me!"

"That's because you shoved me!"

"It was by accident!" Jason scolds. "And you should be more respectful to me! I'm your older brother!"

"And I'm the younger brother! You should be respectful towards me!"

"How would you know what an older brother should be like if you've never had one, to begin with?!"

"I am an older brother!"

"By like one freakin' minute!"

I sigh, turning back around to finish signing myself in. Seeing as their argument won't be ending anytime soon, I sign Jason is as well, trying to relieve the headache that I'm beginning to get. I look up to see the woman staring at the boys with concern. "It's okay," I reassure. "This is how they show their love."

"You should've stayed in hell!" Damian yells.

"You should've stayed in the sack!" Jason yells back.

"Are they okay?" she asks.

"Oh, them?" I ask, turning towards the two boys yelling at each other in Ancient Greek. "They're just having an argument over who's the better brother," I say, waving it off. "It's normal."