Disclaimer: I don't own young justice or Flash comics. I am merely playing with the characters, now on with the show.
It was times like these that Hartley wished that he wasn't at school, sure he had a car which he could use to go anywhere. There was nothing stopping him the nineteen, almost twenty, year old could go anywhere he pleased. It was that he didn't want to go anywhere the safety of his dorm room was all he had. It wasn't even the fact that he was deaf, he had been dealing with that his whole life, the truth was that he was a music major talented in the amazing art of the wood wind instrument. His own father that couldn't fathom the idea of his deaf son playing music had sent him to a strictly non liberal Ivey league university. Which was unheard of and unnerving in its own right. It was like people here didn't even want to acknowledge that he was there and that was fine with Hartley. At least it had been, until the rumors had started.
They all went around whispering that he was homosexual and possibly thinking of becoming trans gender because of his long hair. This of course was absurd to even consider based upon profession of choice and one's style alone, though they didn't care to try and figure out otherwise. This really didn't bother him; Hartley had been trained to recognize others opinions and act accordingly since the day he could walk.
His father had just received notice of his grades the day before, why he had assumed that Hartley would be trying his best without music classes was beyond him. Even though Hartley didn't really need the classes seeing as how Hartley was most likely on the same level of not more advanced than most. His father was threatening to disown him which would be fine with Hartley. He had become a part of the Rogues when he was thirteen. Creating the Pied Piper as his villain persona just a mere year and he had learned so much in that year. Some of his best and most recognizable flutes and pipes had came from that early time period.
Suddenly Hartley couldn't take it anymore had to get out of this tiny dorm room and off of this insufferable campus. Let his father disown him, the car was in his name and he had his friends to fall back on. He was more experienced than most of the professors on campus because of his choice of extracurricular activities anyway. He doubted that they knew how to sterilize and sinch up a laceration wound in under three minutes flat.
His Doc Marten combat boots slapped against the linoleum. Suddenly he was outside and beside his dark forest green 1967mustang. He was pretty sure that he could have given the Flash a good run for his money.
Hartley didn't make any stops until he got back to his house. His parents had given him the deed to the old Victorian manor when they realized that it wasn't going to impress their rich socialite friends. Everything was still in order the way he had left it which was comforting. Meaning that this was one part of his life his parents hadn't bothered to try and change.
One thing was certain though; if he was going to manage the upkeep of this place then he was going to need a steady paycheck. Since he wasn't going to commit to theft just yet and it could take months to establish stable gigs. He would have to take on babysitting again it was as simple as that. Oh the joys, well this was going to be an adventure for sure.