I plunked my brown paper bag that held my lunch down on the table and slithered into a seat. McKayla and Sabrina both looked at me oddly.

“Where you just talking to Dick Grayson?” They asked surprised.

“uhh yeah, we are partners for an English project” I said as I put the straw in my juice box.

“and he’s actually talking to you? I had to work with him on a biology project last year and he hardly said two words to me! He ended up doing the whole thing by himself!” Sabrina said in a whirlwind.

 I was a bit shocked, I didn’t think Dick was that anti-social. I suppose I could understand, I wasn’t very sociable either. The entire school year that my dad died, I don’t think I said more than five words to anyone.

Lunch passed quickly and so did the rest of the day, the last bell finally rang and it was time for cheer practice. I hustled down to the girl’s locker room and quickly changed into my Gotham City cheerleader uniform. McKayla met me outside the locker room and we walked onto the mats together.

Being that I had the muscles of an ex-boxer, I had always been the girl on the bottom of the pyramid until the beginning of freshman year.  At 5’1, I was the shortest cheerleader on the squad, freshman year my coach decided that it was time I tried flying (being the girl on top for once). Once I got into the air, I loved it. I had always loved heights since I was little and being a flyer was so much fun for me.

“Okay girls” Coach Truman said “Let’s get into stunt groups." A group of girls surrounded me and I mentally prepared myself to be tossed up into the air. The girls standing on both sides of me locked arms to form a platform for me to stand on. Then I stood on their intertwined arms and they threw me as high as possible.  I rocketed through the air and contorted my body to do a back flip. The feeling was sensational.

After doing stunts, we moved on to tumbling (which is like gymnastics). I could barely do a cartwheel when I was boxing but after I took up cheerleading I could do all sorts of tricks. My favorite was an aerial round off back handspring layout.

After practice ended and I changed out of my uniform, it was time for me to go to the famous Wayne Manor.

After a short hike to get there, I reached the front door of Dick’s “humble abode”. I shook out my anxieties and pushed the front door bell. A tall, frail looking man opened the door. He looked to be about sixty and glasses hung on the bridge of his nose.

“Can I help you, miss?” He asked with the traces of an English accent.

“uhh yeah” I stammered “I’m here to work on a school project with Dick Grayson."

“Of course” the presumed butler said, “just a moment” as he turned away from the door. I could hear him inside saying “Master Dick, your friend from school is here."

I thought to myself “Wow, his butler calls him master! And since when were we friends?”

In a few seconds, a lean boy with messy black hair came to the door. “Hi” Dick said as he ruffled his hair with his hand.

A feeling of Déjà vu hit me.  “Someone else I know has hair like that..” I thought to myself but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Hi” I replied back and he motioned for me to come inside. He led me into the manor and I was astounded by what I saw. A massive stair case, ornate ceiling fixtures, beautifully painted artworks…this place was amazing!

He led me through the presumed foyer and said “We can work in the study” as he opened a pair of giant, lavish, wooden doors.

The room we entered had book cases lining three out of the four walls, a portrait of who I assumed must have been Bruce Wayne’s parents hung on the fourth wall. In front of the portrait was a desk. The desk was covered with crinkled papers, an odd looking red phone and a bust of William Shakespeare. “He can be our inspiration!” I said with a chuckle as I pointed to the bust. Dick didn’t seem to  be amused though, he just had a peculiar look on his face.

After successfully working on our project for a good hour and a half, we had most of our script done. It was then I suddenly realized that I had to work that night. “Oh no!” I exclaimed.

Dick jumped at my sudden outburst, “What’s the matter?” he asked geniunely concerned.

“I totally forgot that I have to work the night shift at the diner tonight!” I exclaimed. I looked down at my watch. My shift started in ten minutes, there was no way I was going to make it in time.

“I can give you a lift” Dick said. I didn’t even think he had his driver’s license but I was desperate to get to work at this point. I needed my job so I could help my brother pay the rent.

“I couldn’t make you drive me…” I started to say, trying not to be a pain.

“No I insist” Dick said with a grin, as he grabbed me lightly by the arm and led me throughout Wayne Manor.

 Finally we reached the garage. “Hop on” he said as he tossed me a plain black helmet. I realized that Dick didn’t have his driver’s license, but he did have his motorbike license. I delicately placed myself behind him on his motorbike, and he took off. I wrapped my arms around his chest, in an attempt not to fall off. My heart began to pound as adrenaline took over. The rush was insane.

After reaching the diner and thanking Dick about a million times, I rushed into work and quickly changed into my uniform.