[ Damian's fine with slowing down a bit to let him catch up, reaching out to scoop some snow from a drift and packing it into another snowball for Titus to fail to catch. ]
Never been to school before?
[ He can't say he's surprised, considering the entire 'traveling circus' bit. His head tilts, turning over that bit of information, and he tosses the snowball out for Titus' entertainment. ]
It's alright. You're clever, and young. It won't be too difficult to get you caught up.
[ Again, he never said the options were easy. Part of being a Wayne was presenting a public face, and Richard will need some education under his belt, otherwise the socialites may eat him alive. It's work to be part of the family, sometimes, but there are perks.
At the other boy's question his expression, carefully, rearranges itself into neutrality, though there's a furrow to his brow that gives him away, a tightness at the corners of his eyes. He's never really had to discuss his League upbringing with anybody here -- just swept it under the table, like everything else (moon cakes and halal, greetings and polite customs and everything that was not normal here), in order to be accepted. To not reaffirm how different he is. Nobody wanted to hear it, and Damian wasn't about to offer up anything they could use against him.
(Though sometimes Cain looks at him like she wants to say something, has read something in his body language that gives his first impulses away, but he hurt her too badly for her to reach out again.) ]
I didn't attend a school, but I had personal tutors. Usually masters in their field. Not just combat, or weaponry, but the arts and sciences. A classical Greco-Roman education.
[ He hesitates, lets himself be kept busy with putting together another snowball. ]
When they had nothing left to teach me, they were killed. There is a very large graveyard at the bottom of the ocean that is a testament to the thoroughness of my education. Thankfully, we do not continue that tradition here.
[ He'd never been allowed to become close to any of his instructors. Had been kept isolated, even in the League. No friends, no allies, no adults he could trust or children he could play with -- just his mother, when she wasn't traveling. ]
no subject
Never been to school before?
[ He can't say he's surprised, considering the entire 'traveling circus' bit. His head tilts, turning over that bit of information, and he tosses the snowball out for Titus' entertainment. ]
It's alright. You're clever, and young. It won't be too difficult to get you caught up.
[ Again, he never said the options were easy. Part of being a Wayne was presenting a public face, and Richard will need some education under his belt, otherwise the socialites may eat him alive. It's work to be part of the family, sometimes, but there are perks.
At the other boy's question his expression, carefully, rearranges itself into neutrality, though there's a furrow to his brow that gives him away, a tightness at the corners of his eyes. He's never really had to discuss his League upbringing with anybody here -- just swept it under the table, like everything else (moon cakes and halal, greetings and polite customs and everything that was not normal here), in order to be accepted. To not reaffirm how different he is. Nobody wanted to hear it, and Damian wasn't about to offer up anything they could use against him.
(Though sometimes Cain looks at him like she wants to say something, has read something in his body language that gives his first impulses away, but he hurt her too badly for her to reach out again.) ]
I didn't attend a school, but I had personal tutors. Usually masters in their field. Not just combat, or weaponry, but the arts and sciences. A classical Greco-Roman education.
[ He hesitates, lets himself be kept busy with putting together another snowball. ]
When they had nothing left to teach me, they were killed. There is a very large graveyard at the bottom of the ocean that is a testament to the thoroughness of my education. Thankfully, we do not continue that tradition here.
[ He'd never been allowed to become close to any of his instructors. Had been kept isolated, even in the League. No friends, no allies, no adults he could trust or children he could play with -- just his mother, when she wasn't traveling. ]