Chapter 6

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[Author's Note: *insert text* is spoken Greek and {Insert Text} is spoken Latin]

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I knew I was fucked when my eyes met the burning emerald green eyes of Damian Wayne aka Robin. I didn't expect to see him until night fall during his patrol but the Fates love to mess with us.

Pissing off the Joker was inevitable, the monster practically destroyed my role model, but stealing Robin's katana and living!!! That's a completely different story.

The look in his eyes hold a burning rage but a hint of...pride? Holy Gods did I do something to impress the Ice Prince of Gotham?!

"Ms. (L/N), Mr. Solace, Mr. Di Angelo these gentlemen are your escorts to your classes and lockers. Mr. Wayne shares your schedule (Y/N) while Mr. Townson shares Nico and Will's," Micheal (son of Bellona) says. Great, the Fates want to prolong my suffering.

"*By the Gods please end my suffering*," I mutter before turning to the ice Prince himself.

"Follow me, altaayir almuhaki*," Damian says to me before walking off.

"Good Luck, Dr. Sunrise," Nico teases as I chase after my tour guide a faint blush painting my cheeks.

"So الطائر الساخر* (altaayir almuhaki), where's your locker," Damian said to me when I finally catch up to him. Despite his cold mask that covered his features, a barely noticeable purr dances on the nickname he's given me.

"What does altaayir almuhaki, mean," I asked him as I showed him my locker number. "If you're insulting me in Arabic, I'm not afraid to punch you."

Damian merely roll his eyes at my threat and leads me to my locker in silence for a long moment. I'd assume that he wouldn't tell me when he finally spoke, "It means mockingbird*. Under other circumstances I would only refer to you by your last name but I happen to enjoy your music. I'm impressed that you knew i was in arabic."

My blush returns and I quickly look down to hide my face. I don't take praise or compliments well and meeting fans tends to startle me when I'm unprepared.

"Here we are, Locker 755 and our first period class is next door," he says before entering the classroom.

I sent a quick prayer to the Olympians before putting away my things in the locker and entering class. My phone buzzes and I pull it out to read the text since I had five minutes before class started.

From Aphrodite: Enjoy getting to know the love of your live, Sunny Therapist♥️💙♥️💙

"{Oh Gods why?!}," I groan just as my teacher comes in and has me sit next to Damian.

"I was unaware you knew Greek and Latin," Damian said to me and he opens his textbook for me to read along.

"My Dad was Greek before he left us to sing for the heavens. I've learned Latin and Greek when I turned four," I told him just as the bell rang announcing the start of class. That was partly the truth since mom took me to Lupa at three and I joined Camp Jupiter until I turned eleven when I got my PHD in Psychiatry and joined Camp Half Blood.

~Time Skip to lunch~

When we arrived at the cafeteria I quickly scanned the room for Will and Nico hoping I could find them before Damian decide to join me for lunch... not that I wouldn't mind it but still.

"Damibear," a shrill voice calls out before an annoyed growl escapes the teen i'm trying to escape from.

"What do you want, Jones," Damian says so coldly that a shiver runs down my spine. A red haired girl with freckles was try and failing to wrap her plastic surgery body around him in an affectionate manner.

"I told you to call me Lizzy," the girl whines and I had to fight down the urge to gag. This girl makes the vain and self centered Aphrodite kids look like Peace Corps workers, especially since she trying to get the cold hearted prince to stare at her breast that probably has more plastic the muscles.

"You're request for me to treat you as an equal has be rejected since your IQ is at the same level as a sloth," he states as he takes my wrist in his hands and drags me to a table. Lizzy's glare following me along the way.

"Dam sis, barely a full day and you're already pissing of the popular kids," a familiar voice says and I relax at the sight of Will and Nico sitting at the table with a black hair blue eyed human puppy.

"Hi, I'm Jon Kent. Damian's best friend," the human puppy says as he struggles to withhold from tackling me into a hug.

Courting the Ice Prince of Gotham Dove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora