Jinny tried her best not to make eye contact as they moved through the school. She could feel the stares burning the back of her neck, and could practically read the minds of those who were looking. Just who was this child with the famous Deathstroke? She felt a little anxious, suddenly, wondering just what kind of expectations she was going to have to live up to. Then, after several moments of this, she raised her chin and looked determinedly forward. She had trained and prepared for this. Her uncle would not abandon her to the wolves. They were going to learn her name, one way or another.

As they settled in to do the boring paperwork, she put everything in her best handwriting. There were others around getting their papers done, some of them adults, some children like her. She was just staring at the class list and schedule when the Headmistress approached and spoke to them.

“Hello, Headmistress.” She offered a small, but polite smile. Something about this woman made her a bit nervous. Maybe because she ran the school? “I’m going to take Algebra – I really like numbers, and they wouldn’t let me take the good math classes in regular school because I was too little. Hm.” She glanced at the list briefly. “Stealth and Spying, Weaponry, Sciences… ooh, is that a mechanics class?” Her eyes lit up with happiness. 

“This is so much better than regular school.” She noted that she was under the age bracket for the mechanics class, and frowned. Maybe next year. “There’s a sniper course that looks like fun from the description.” 

She looked up, staring the woman in her cool blue eyes. “The ones I’m looking forward to the most are the Stealth and the Algebra. I’m good at them already, but I want to be better.” There was no bragging in her voice, just a level of confidence that had been instilled in her through months of training. She knew what she was good at, and what she wasn’t good at. The English class on her schedule was going to be a struggle, but she was determined to face it.

“Are there any ones you would recommend, Headmistress?” Her question was very polite, but it was clear she was digging for more information.