This is a fill for http :/ yj-anon-meme . livejournal . com/5067 . html?thread=13371851#t13371851
Any sort of feedback is totally appreciated, this is the first time I've posted anything I've written, ever. ._.
I hope it's not too horrible.
"But there's one thing you gotta understand about this place – it has a pretty serious class system going on. It's totally F. Scott Fitzgerald – you've read the Great Gatsby, yeah? – Socially, everything's organized by where you came from, how much money your family has, and how they show it off. We've got the elite, crème de la crème tuition kids, discernable by their total contempt for, well, everyone except each other. Then there's the second-class tuition kids, y'know, the ones with supermodel parents and networking mogul fathers… they're usually not as bad. Then, there's the scholarship kids. The Untouchables, or as I like to call them, real people – like you! They're the normal ones around here, trust me." Wally's 'student guide', or Dick Grayson, as he had introduced himself, paused to glance down at the redhead's schedule again.
"So… I take it you're a scholarship kid too?"
"Huh? No," he said, smiling and shaking his head. "Tuition. But I'm adopted, so the Old Moneys hate me and the Scholarships are intimidated of me." He shrugged, and apparently having the paper memorized, folded it up and began walking again.
Wally elbowed the kid and used his patented Midwestern-boy grin. "Well, I think you're pretty cool. And, um, not to seem nosy or anything, but where are you from? I can't place your accent." Not that it made it any less awesome, or totally hot…
Dick looked surprised for a moment, then blinked a couple times, staring blankly down at his crisp blazer and perfectly creased khakis. Cringing internally, the redhead backpedaled as fast as he could. Shit, shit, shit. "Did I offend you? I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you, you really don't have to tell me if you don't want to sometimes my mouth goes faster than my brain and I jus-"
A laugh cut him off. "No! That's not it! It's just that, well, it's been a long time since somebody actually asked me that. I'm… I'm kinda infamous around Gotham because of my adoptive father." He grimaced, rolling his eyes to the side. "Anyway, I guess it's a mix of things. I grew up speaking Parlari and Romani –" he smiled at Wally's confused look, "A sort of mix of circus slang, gypsy language and English."
Wally's face dawned with recognition. "Wait, circus? Are you…"
Dick matched his gaze and held a lopsided smile while he waited for Wally to catch up.
Suddenly, he scoffed. "Well, no wonder the scholarships are intimidated by you. Bruce Wayne? I mean, seriously?" Robin was never gonna believe him…
The brunette's half-grin widened, his holy hell, blue eyes shining. "I know, right? It's still surreal for me, too. Anyway, here's your first period. Second period is right across the hall," he pointed, "and third was in that first room I pointed out in Building 4." Wally wasn't exactly sure where that was, again, but no way was he gonna ask and seem like an idiot. He'd find it. "I have third period with you – electives are mixed-grade – and I can show you the rest then." He then held out the folded schedule between two fingers, and smiled up at the older boy.
"Thanks. For showing me around, I mean." Wally extended his hand, praying his blush didn't show.
Dick smiled again, and thanks a lot, Mom and Dad, he totally sees me blushing now, returned the handshake. "No problem. I'll see you later," then with a last eyebrow raise, continued down the hall.
Wally took a second to will his blush away, then stared at the door, steeling his nerves. Well, he thought, here goes nothing…