Gotham high

Summary: Sometimes, school isn't really that bad--especially if you've got one hot teacher giving you all the lectures. RobinRaven

Pointless Author's Notes: I don't know. It's just that this idea popped into my head one day and I just had to write it down. The plot will unfold, just wait and see. I swear I'll update this much more often than I do with my other stories. This is just a default chapter, just a little introduction as to how Robin got himself into this mess in the first place. The next chapter is already written--and it's pages long. So--I guess I'll just be waiting until I get enough reviews from you guys. -ahem- And if you don't like the pairing, go away now.

Disclaimer: I don't own the damn show. -sigh-

Default Chapter

Ahh--highschool. It holds the best and the worst times of your life in its grimy little hands. Some even call it the most exciting years of your young, teenage life. But if you had to repeat those highschool years over and over again, you've got to admit that it wouldn't be as exciting anymore. Unfortunately, for Richard Wayne, he had concluded over the past few years that highschool was clinging onto him for dear life. No, it just wouldn't let him go no matter what he did or how hard he tried. He was infamous for being a 'repeater', as some would call it, for attending every prom with the hottest and most popular girls by his side (who were obviously only after his fortune), and of course, for being a troublemaker. However, he was famous for his looks, popularity, wealth, attitude--and not to mention that he was the adopted son of none other than Bruce Wayne; the richest and most successful entrepeneur to ever walk the streets of Gotham City.

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair as his father scolded him relentlessly about how dissappointing it was to know that he had to repeat the year all over again. Bruce paced back and forth, as Richard slumped in his chair, his brain barely registering all the nagging going on around him. It didn't bother him that much, really. He'd expected to fail anyway. School was getting boring, and he gave up trying to finish his education a long, long time ago. There wasn't really any point in berating him like this every time the end of the school year came around. Bruce should really get used to it, because he sure has.

Bruce furrowed his brows at the sight of the bored expression on Richard's face. There he was, acting like this wasn't a big deal for either of them. He's twenty years old, for God's sake. He should be off to college by now like every other normal teen in the world. But no, here he is, repeating his last year of highschool again. He just didn't know what to do with him anymore.

"You should be taking this seriously, Richard." Bruce Wayne had his back turned against him, setting his eyes on the scenery of the bustling city in the outside world of their sixty-billion-dollar mansion. And to his annoyance, he was met with no reply from the now spaced-out Richard. "And I've come to the decision to enroll you in Gotham High: A private school that disciplines undisciplined kids like you." With this being said, Richard's head shot up as he was brought back to reality. "No excuses. Pack your things, you're leaving in an hour." Bruce's stern voice caught Richard by surprise, he opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by his father. "And once you get there, you will no longer be known as Richard Wayne." Richard gave him a confused look, clearly not understanding the situation at hand. "Instead, you will be called Robin Grayson."

"But...why?" This was all Richard could manage to say. This was what he had least expected. He was going to a private school, and not just an ordinary private school--but a disciplinary one as well. And all this, to him, just didn't make any damn sense.

"If you don't carry my last name, you won't get instant popularity. And without instant popularity, the more you get to concentrate on your studies and less on parties and girls." Bruce hid a satisfied smirk when he saw Richard's face washed over with anger, confusion, and frustration. "And since you'll be using a new identity, you'll be getting there by riding a cab." Bruce knew that Richard--or shall I say, Robin--was only used to high-maintenance, expensive, and exclusive things. Oh, and how he loved to see him squirm in his seat that very moment. He knew this would be for the best of everything. A little sacrifice on Richard's end wouldn't matter just as long as he could finaly learn his lesson. "What are you waiting for? Off you go." Bruce dismissed him with a wave of his hand, motioning him to head out the door. Richard muttered inaudible curses as he stomped his feet childishly across the room and slammed the door.

Bruce sighed, allowing himself to take a seat in his tall office chair. He once again stared out at the enormous window behind him, hoping against all odds that someone would eventually put Richard in his place.

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