Okay, this has, like no plot, I just got bored... so, um, no flames 'cause it honestly kinda' stinks, not my best writing, so forgive and forget, PLEASE? It's a one-shot, you can tell me to continue if you like, if people want me to, sure thing, I just spouted a bunch of random stuff, and I'm too tired to proof-read it, maybe in, like a month... yawn* Enjoy, and review, if you'd like. I love 'em, but I dunno if this is review-worthy, kind of cute though. (: Thanx.

I own nothing but the plot-less idea.

Oh, yah, it's in reverse, but only with the Batfam, so sure kill me, you'll just make me sad...

To be honest, school sucks.

No matter who you really are, people at school don't really care a crap about who you are. Not to be rude, just to be honest. Lucky for me and my undersized thirteen year old geeky-looking mathlete self, I happened to go to a school in which I had several older brothers to look after me.

Several popular, ripped, athletic, and presumably good-looking older brothers. Damien was my oldest brother, and a senior. I often heard it said he was "totally the hottest!" he also happened to have an impeccable 4.0 GPA and an air of superiority and regal-ness that was rumored I could only break.

He had sharp evergreen eyes, spikey black hair, tanned skin, and stood a head taller than anyone in the school. Then came Tim, the smart one, with a staggering GPA of impossible 8.3 with shy Tiffany blues and black hair. He was average height, but his dimples and eyes could get any girl (taller or not) to fall for him in seconds.

Then came Jason, standing nearly as tall as Damien himself, with an equally thick build and intelligence exceeding petty standardized grading systems, as was obvious with his quick wits and even quicker reflexes, in brain and matter, even with the lowest GPA of my family, nevertheless standing at a 3.65, and that's because half the time he was trying to get out of it. Not too long ago he'd returned to the land of the living, unfortunately losing his teal eyes for red ones… but that was nothing some contacts couldn't fix, and fangs he didn't particularly try to hide, finished with a white lock of hair that only made girls fall for the tall, ripped freshman who also happened to be a varsity football player even worse.

And that's just my incredibly popular brothers. I also have Terry, but he graduated a while ago. But back to my point, I also have two older sisters who too many guys have asked me to "set me up with her, will yah, Little Guy?" before rubbing my hair and giving me their number to pass along.

Cass lives in the freshman year with me, despite being older than me by two years. She had been stuck with an 3.79 ever since third grade, but if you don't think that's good enough, go shove your head in a barrel… anyway, she has amber eyes and shoulder-length black hair and a tiny smile that caused guys to go nuts trying to make it more, but only I can make her truly grin (unless it was in a truly sadistic way as she looked on as her other siblings had… embarrassing moments), finished by an Asian touch that left her simply breath-taking.

And then comes Steph, a leggy athletic girl with crystal blue eyes and curly chest-length slightly dirty blond hair. She had a grin that drove teachers to constantly send her to detention and girls to whisper rude things to make themselves feel better, not to mention cheer-captain who keeps trying to recruit her "Outrageously adorable teeny-tiny little brother with blue eyes that could get a mountain to move at their puppy-dog cuteness!" (as the rest of the cheerleaders deemed her sibling) which, unfortunately, is me, and I doubt becoming a guy cheerleader is really going to help my cause, so… sorry, Steph. She has a 3.5, I know I said Jason's the lowest, but she will HUNT ME DOWN if I even suggest she a teeny bit less smart than any of us, sooo… yeah.

And I, unfortunately, am the baby of it all.

I've skipped two grades, have 7.1 GPA, am a mathlete that has won world-wides, I have the blackest hair of anyone in the family, so much so that it seems to have about as much light to it as a black hole, I'm kinda' small, though few can see beneath my school uniform well-tuned, lithe, muscles and numerus… interesting… scars. But I gotta say, the thing people comment on the most are my eyes. I don't like to talk about it much, because they make me sound like I'm bragging, but… they're electric. Thousands of shades of cobalt, cerulean, true, tiffany, teal, sky, crystal, navy, Prussian, crystal, neon… electric. Even a few shades of violet. And… yeah, that's me.

And my older siblings whom baby me to no end.

And I haven't even started on the League, or the Outsiders, or the Gotham Elite, or the World-Wide Elite, or even the Team, the one place I had the chance to be equal, I end up the littlest and youngest and the most vulnerable, blah, blah, blah, therefore, it seems, wherever I go, I'm babied.

Even Joker, out of all the Batkids, likes me the most. He'd never kill me. He loves to torture me, but he'd never kill me. Even Lex Luthor seems to have taken protectiness to me, not as the cackling Robin, but the mild-mannered, obedient, genius Dick Grayson so if Bruce Wayne just so happened to be murdered during his sleep…

And even though I mentioned Joker, I didn't even get you started on Selina, or even the rest of the Gotham Wackos. None want me dead, sure, most would love to hurt me and kill the rest of the Batfam, but I seem to carry an unfortunate burden with me everywhere I go that screams "I'm an adorable, innocent, vulnerable, baby bird, please don't hurt me! Love me! Love me!" and it seems that it always works.

Therefore, my point is: school stinks, and having a bunch of superheroes, anti-heroes, over protective bat-family members, anti-heroes, supervillains, and even FIRCKIN' evil, self-absorbed, demon high-schoolers babying one might not be as fun they may think, even if half the girls are sassy so-called "hot" high-school chics, villain chics, and super-chics, it's just… I'll have to grow up eventually.

Oh, never mind, turns out Lex figured out suspended animation, and chambers that won't allow time to pass within, and Ivy (of course she's paired with Cheshire and Harley, although since when Gotham villains cared a crap about the Light I don't know…) just threatened me with it, and my older brother Red Hood/Jason is about to shield me from a giant plant-thingy while Starfire's screaming, "ROY THEY'RE AFTER OUR BABY BIRD!" Yeah… she's not the best at the whole "No Names on the Field" thing…

Anyway, I don't really want to become Peter Pan or have my over-protective brothers dying to protect me from some branches that will give me an unspeakable horrible thing like a rash for a couple hours, so… gotta' go, peace out.

And that's my attempt at a one-shot. Also, not all highschoolers are that bad, but most are. Is it just me, or are most people on here the ones who are socially awkward, geeky, nerdy (you don't have to get good grades to be a nerd, smartism- I can make up words to, okay?- comes not from little facts but intelligence and dark matter, so yah), ones who often are/were bullied and would probably fit in much better if we could retreat into our minds and have wonderful group chats with our beloved fictional characters, I mean seriously, that should totally count as social-time (not really, but too bad logic). I mean, I kinda' am, like in when I do/did (I can't let you know if I'm school or not, sorry, I do spend a lot of time with bat-characters in my head and have thus picked up their paranoia, I'm already working on contingency plans... heh, heh...) PE I can't help but think, "Dick'd be able to that..." or "Tim would teach one that the angle and force of the throw had to be changed by 7.6689% to get required velocity..." or "Damien would probably glare at everyone and then walk away saying, 'this is a waste of my time. You are all complete idiots." Well... long after note, but I'm kinda' blabbering, so forgive, please? Bya.

Review, I love them, but I won't blame you if you don't.

~Universe

p.s: I actually love being a geek and a nerd. it's quite enjoyable to spout random facts and fancy words that no one can understand.