Summer walked the mostly empty halls on her own, looking out to the small grassed area centred in the middle of a courtyard in the school, the halls she walked down where covered, meaning you wouldn’t get wet if it was raining but there were no windows so a nice fresh breeze blowing through the hallway. It made Summer smile slightly and she decided she’d rather out here than in a crowded cafeteria, the fact that no one was out here was only a bonus. It wasn’t that she was antisocial, she just didn’t know any of these people, and she wasn’t sure how well she’d get on with any of them. 

They were just from different worlds. Even so she still actually needed to get her lunch and the girl making her way into the cafeteria. She watched the kids in line and approached quietly, taking a place and waiting in line. Now for most of the day Summer had her head down, trying not to draw attention to herself of be noticed. Now though, she felt a little more confident and actually looked around. Already she could make out the clique tables. The popular kids, the jocks, the nerds. She’d more heard about this odd social behaviour but never really had a chance to observe it before.

Her eyes scanned over the large room and Summer tried to drown out the sounds of hundreds of voices all talking at once. It reminded her of the circus… so many things reminded her of the circus. Even that boy over there. Her eyes came to rest on one figure, who seemed to have just walked in and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew him. Unconsciously she left the line and began walking over to him, her hazel eyes fixed on that mop of black hair, completely forgetting about her place in line for lunch.

At first she thought maybe she had been mistaken. Even as she got closer she still wasn’t sure. It had been so long and he looked so different after all these years. But he looked the right age; it was certainly the right city and had very similar physical characteristics. Stopping a small distance from him Summer nibbled at her lip, unsure whether to approach him or not. Eventually though she pushed the nerves aside and decided she really had nothing to lose by asking. If it wasn’t him, then it wasn’t him. If it was… then what? What if he didn’t remember? Or what if he did? What if he did but he didn’t want to be around people like her anymore? 

“Dick?” Before Summer fully realised what had happened she was standing before him and the words had escaped her lips. “Dick Grayson?” [i]Oh well. Too late to turn back now.[/i]