Keeping up With the Batfam

THE MONEY'S THE PROBLEM, MY MOM'S RESULT (pArT oNe)

(Y/N) was a gifted child, advanced, you could say.
She knew that. She didn't want people to know though, because they would treat her differently.
Whether it be that they treated her better or worse, she didn't care.
She just wanted to be normal.

She remembers this one time, in first grade, also where she met Bruce.
She had been homeschooled for Pre-k and kindergarten, her Uncle thought it would be a good idea to let her grow up normally.
Except, that can't happen in her life, could it?

~flashback to First day of first grade~

"Hello Everbody!Im your new teacher, Ms.Sara."
"Can everybody say....'Good Morning, Ms.Sara!'?"

'Duh,' (Y/N) thought
'We all have freedom of speech....'

"Good Morning Ms.Sara!" Everybody except (Y/N) called out.
She was currently drawing on a piece of paper she had found earlier.

"Hey....(Y/N)?" Ms.Sara looked at her check board.
"Can you say Good Morning?"

"I don't know, can i?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrow, she came to learn, not say Good Morning to a peppy grown up cheer leader.

"Okay...."Ms.Sara chuckled
"May you say Good Morning?"

"Good Morning Sara."(Y/N) said sarcastically, she was already bored and its only been five minutes since she came in.

"Good. Class, Who know...1+1?"

"2!"

"2+2?"

".......4?"

"Oh, you guys are smart! What about...3+3?"

"........."

"Are you kidding me?! Everybody knows that."(Y/N) stood up, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.
"Its obviously 6."

"Okay,if your so smart, whats 7+7?"
"14"
"14+14?"
"28."
"...35+35?"
"70."
"10 x 120?"
"1200"
"...(Y/N), do you know.....159,467,296 x 302,270,926?"
"..........."

Ms.Sara smiled, nodded, and turned around towards the board.
Right as she was about to write something down, (Y/N) spoke.

"302,270,926 multiplied by 159,467,296 is-"
Ms.Sara got our her calculator and started copying the numbers and multiplying them.
"14,921,135,374. The square root is 3.7417 and the square value is 196."
(A/N: correct me if I'm wrong because i did the math myself while my neck hurts and at 1 in the morning, at least this part is.)

Ms.Sara was shocked. (Y/N) was correct, how did a child, no older than 7 years old...find the answer to that?
"C-correct...."She stuttered out

(Y/N) smirked, the last problem wasn't that hard, it was just long.
"Now, what does Savage mean, and why am i it according to my uncle?"

"MR.EVANS!M-MR. EVANS!"
"Ugh,ignore that crazy woman. She's my math teacher, probably trying to remind me what 3+3 is!"
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and jumped in the passenger seat of the car.
She took out her homework and did it in a couple of seconds, it was super easy. Just counting blocks and filling in blanks.
She put her head to the window, acting like she was resting her head on it, when she was actually listening to her uncle and teacher.

"I think (Y/N) is gifted."
"She was put into a Nazi camp as a child ,of course she's gifted, now goodbye."

Her uncle hopped into the drivers seat, (Y/N) looked as and looked at him funny.
"What are you looking at?"
"I wasn't put into a Nazi camp as a child you dolt."
"I know that (Y/N), but if i tell her about your mother, she's gonna put you with crazy russians, okay?"
"Oh, then proceed to lie to the woman."
Her uncle chuckled and patted her back.