Notes

Near Gotham Academy
2:17 PM
"Listen, lady, all we're asking for is your purse, but if you don't got that, well there could be something else you can offer us." A thug said, the size of a gorilla was most likely the best way to describe his body said, with his two lackeys being simply lanky monkeys. The thug had one large scar covering his left eye, going all the way down to his chin. 

A young lady, with long brown hair, wearing a business outfit along with a plaid skirt, was currently being back up into an alley by the three, what did they want? Hopefully only her Louis Vuitton bag. She was about to do what they wanted her to and just hand them the purse, but suddenly there was a voice coming from behind the thugs. 

"Seriously? Robbery in an alleyway? That's the simplest idiots can come up with these days?" The thugs turned around to find a boy, around the age of fifteen, maybe sixteen, crossing his arms and looking on disappointed. He had jet black wavy hair, sea green eyes and was wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt under it and matching black dress pants. Where the pocket on the suit would usually be was replaced with a logo, a crest with a sword in front of it, inside the crest held an open book, a flame, a two keys with a keyhole under it and a diagonal checkers board. Above the crest was the words 'Gotham Academy.'

The leader of the trio, Thug #1, simply stifled a laugh. "Are you kidding me?! A rich brat like you trying to be a hero? And they said the Batman was crazy." The boys face suddenly shifted at hearing the thug call him a 'rich brat.' The lady, who before was about to be robbed, saw the opportunity and booked it, out of the alleyway. 

Thug #2 scowled as he saw their victim get away. "Dat's it kiddo! Tha boss is really gonna give it to ya this time!" The boy's facial expression, which was currently furious, didn't change as he ignored Thug #2 and walked towards the large gorilla shaped man. 
"What did you just call me?" He demanded as he stepped closer. 

Thug #1 just bellowed a laugh as he looked down at him. "I called you a rich brat, why? Got a problem with that?"
The boy simply narrowed his eyes, glaring at him. "You're gonna regret that." 

Thug #1 just laughed once more. "Heh! How about this kid, since you've been the comedic effect of my day, why don't you just take the first hit?" The thug bent over, pointing a finger at his left cheek which had the scar running down it. "Think of it as chivalry." The boy took a deep breath before pulling back his arm and thrusting it forward towards Thug #1's face. The thug was expecting to feel a puny punch but instead saw that the fist had stopped in front of his face. He laughed once more. 

"What happened Rich Brat? Realized you aren't game enough for us?" The boy glared on at the thug before his fist slowly moved a bit towards the right. Suddenly, the boys hand changed into two fingers being held up as claws as he grasped Thug #1's nose and pulled it back, hard. As he pulled it back he slowly turned the fingers which were now in the shape of a claw sideways, the cracking of the thug's nose echoing throughout the alley. 

The thug yelped as he tumbled forward, touching shoulders with the boy as his face ate concrete. Thug #2 and #3 looked on in confusion as their boss, who was literally three times bigger than them, was brought down to the floor by a teen. "You two want any of what he got?" The boy growled at them.
Thug #2 and #3 both lunged forward, #2 going for the boys left side while #3 went to the right. The boy just simply ducked and stuck out the tip of his dress shoes just a little, but it was enough to cause the two thugs to trip and follow their leader in eating concrete.

"Good grief..." The boy sighed shaking his head. "Why do people in this city have to literally be so pathetic a 'rich brat' can take them down in less than a minute?" He walked out of the alleyway, patting down his suit and walking down the street.
Alexander Wayne:
Son of Damian Wayne
Sixteen
Doesn't take kindly to being called Rich Brat.