As I rode my bike, everything felt sick and disgusting around me, and I was fighting back the urge to heal and cleanse everything. It was bad to the point where I wanted to throw up badly, so I decided to do my breathing routine to calm down, and I did it about five times.
Once I calmed down a good amount, I let out my aura as I rode my bike so I could heal and cleanse at least something, even if I knew it wouldn't help with anything because of how bad it was in Gotham.
While riding my bike, I looked around the city that was familiar yet completely new to me because in a way I did and I didn't belong to this world. I don't understand how those main characters in those fanfics go with the flow the moment they get into another world because for me it's horrifying because everything I knew is real yet not real at the same time. "I am in a comic book and in Gotham," I said as I was almost near my school. "Doesn't that make me a comic book character?" I asked myself.
I pulled up to my school and put my bike next to the other bikes on the bike rack, then I put my bike lock on my bike. Once I did that, I took out my student ID and hung it around my neck. "Time to start this bullshit of a school," I said as I walked to the entrance of the school and waited in line to get searched and checked into the school—used to have to happen in Gotham due to the crime and the villains. There are many school police here to protect the kids from any danger.
Once I did the daily school routine, I walked to math class because it was my first class of the day, and as I walked through the halls, I noticed that the people seemed a little bit calmer than they usually were. Then I realized it was because my presence was doing that because of the Essence of Healer. I felt pride because I was helping someone else, and I truly didn't mind that people would never know that it was because of me. After all, I don't really mind helping people without getting anything in return, but I am no Spider-Man, so I am not going out of my way to save everyone.
When I got to my class, I entered and sat at my desk and decided to take out my sketchbook. Then I started to draw a pair of knives because knives seemed like the best first weapon to make since I was planning on having my forge on the rooftop of my apartment building. I was drawing two bowie knives that were about—the knives were going to be about 11 inches in total, the handle was about 4 inches, and the blades were going to be 7 inches. The handles would be made of a little bit of rosewood, then I was going to wrap them in leather.
"Sup, Gray, what are you drawing?"
I looked behind me where the voice came from, and it was Tim Drake, aka Red Robin, one of the adopted sons of Bruce Wayne, and he had been my friend for years since we were 10 years old. So I was going to have to act natural because this motherfucker was smart as fuck.
"Yo, Timmy, just drawing some ideas for a pair of knives because I'm bored," I told him as I looked at him and reached my hand back for a dap up. While we dapped up, I scanned him to see if he got any injuries because he was Red Robin.
The results of his scan were a cracked rib and a lot of bruises. So I decided to focus to make my presence small to about only a good 3 meters thereabout so the effects would be stronger because I wanted my boy Tim to be at top shape.
As Tim healed, he paused. I think his eyes widened a little bit, and I believed his mouth hung open a little bit. Then he put his hand on where his cracked rib was, then he scanned the whole room with his eyes quickly.
He knew that he was getting healed by someone in this room, yet he didn't know who it was. I think he might believe it was me, which I hoped he didn't figure out too fast because I didn't really want to get involved with the cape business while being this physically weak and not having any weapons either.
"Timmy, you saw that Red Robin got Two-Face with Robin last night?" I asked him as I looked back at my sketchbook and kept drawing the design of the knives I was going to make.
"For real? I didn't know that. Where did you see that?" he asked casually.
"On GCN around 1:00 AM. I think that was the time I saw it," I said, and it was actually 1:13 AM when I saw it on the news, and how I remembered so perfectly was because I had perfect memory now, but he didn't need to know that.
"How long do you think it will take for him to break out?"
"I'd say about two weeks, give or take."
"Yeah, you might be right."
"I heard that you have a gala coming up this weekend. My bet's on that it will be Clayface this time to crash it, and I think he might take Duke to kidnap."
"Nah, I doubt it. Clayface is not that bold."
"I mean, Clayface has been getting very bold these days, and you know about his love for attention, so I think he might do it."
"Anyway, you want to come to my place after school because I got some new games we can play," Tim asked as he sat in the desk next to me. Then he took my sketchbook from my hands and grabbed a pencil and eraser, then he fixed my knives' design a little bit like by adding some detail.
"And get my ass chased by Damian with a knife again?" I asked him as I remembered the last time I went to his place.
"It's his way of showing his affection and that he likes you, plus you did kind of punch him in the face the first time you saw him," Tim said as he gave me back my sketchbook, and I nodded at the fixes to the design.
"First of all, he came out of nowhere from behind me and scared the fuck out of me, so yes, I punched him because I swear that little dude is a damn ninja, and secondly, fine, I will come over for a few hours," I said to him as I closed my sketchbook and put it in my bookbag. I then asked him, "Do you know a store where they sell herbs and plants that's pretty cheap?"
"Umm, there's that one place called Alice Garden Shop, but that's near Crime Alley, so I really don't think you should go there, but if you do, then don't go there at night."
"No wonder it's cheap because it's near Crime Alley. That place is the shithole of a shithole," I said as I took out my phone and looked up the place.
Ring Ring Ring Ring
"Class is now started, so sit your butts in a desk now and take your workbooks out now!" our teacher said as he walked into the class in a mood and drinking coffee.
—Scene break: About four hours later and it's lunchtime—
We were walking to the cafeteria to get some food because it was lunchtime.
"The fuck do you mean I'm overweight?" I asked Tim, kind of pissed off.
"Gray, you're 5'10 and you weigh about 200 pounds. That is overweight," Tim said to me bluntly.
"I'm just built different."
"Yeah, built overweight and with love handles."
Slap!
I slapped Tim in the back of his head after he said that. Then I said, "Some people love men with love handles, so shut your ass up."
Tim started to laugh at me as he rubbed the back of his head from my slap.
Once we got our food, we went to the courtyard to the bench under a big tree and started to eat as we went back and forth with messing with each other.
"Do you ever get lonely living alone?" Tim asked me suddenly. It was a question that he'd asked me since we were younger, and he started to ask me it more when his parents died and he got adopted by Bruce when he was 13 years old.
"I... it does a lot, but I guess I'm used to it at this point. I do wish sometimes that I was raised by parents so I could know the joys of it, but it is what it is," I said to him as I drank my Dr. Pepper.
Tim paused as I believed that he was in deep thought. Then he said to me, "One of these days that will change."
I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. Then I asked, "The hell are you talking about?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it."
—Scene break: After school—
"I am hungry as hell," I said as we walked to the bike rack.
"You just ate a few hours ago, plus you're always hungry," Tim said to me as I unlocked my bike lock.
A limo pulled up next to us, and Alfred got out of the car and opened the back door for Tim. Then he said, "Good afternoon, young master Tim and young Galena."
"Good afternoon, mister Pennyworth," I said to him.
"Afternoon, Alfred," Tim said to him.
"See you at your place later, dude," I said to him as I put my music on my headphones and put my phone in my bookbag.
"What are you talking about?" Tim asked. Then he said, "You're coming with us, so put the bike in the car."
"Timmy, the bike won't fit in the car."
As me and Tim went back and forth, Alfred was putting my bike in the back of the limo. Then Tim gave me a smug smile that I really wanted to slap off of him.
"A word out of your mouth and you will get slammed to the floor," I told him as I got in the limo, and he followed behind me while laughing.
In the limo, there were drinks and snacks that I consumed a lot of while Tim was drinking some sweet tea and eating chocolate.
"Yo, Gray, why do you eat so much?" Tim asked me, a little worried.
"Dude, I'm poor, so I eat anything I get my hands on, and I'm not picky whatsoever except for fish. I don't like eating fish—it feels weird to eat it," I said to him as I kept eating.
Tim nodded his head at my answer and kept eating his stuff as Alfred drove us to their place.
"Timmy, on the streets there's a new drug going around called Happy Joke. It's the Joker gas made into a drug, I think, but I don't know much about it, so be careful and watch out for it," I said to him.
Tim paused and looked at me as I kept eating. Then he asked me, "Do you know the effects of it or how it's sold?"
"Nah, but I do know it gets a person really fucked up and gives them horrible laughs."
"Young master Tim and young Galena, we have arrived at the manor," said Alfred as we pulled up in front of the gates of Wayne Manor. And I had to act like I always acted so I didn't raise suspicion.
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[AN: I want that the MC aka Gray Galena is kind of slow even if he have Beyond Genius level intellect and you will notice that the Essence of Healer will make him have the urge to heal and cleanse things because that is in the Essence very being do to that. But he is not good at reading people that good cause all he knows is if someone want to fight or they are cool with him.]