"Dude, d'ja hear the news?"
"What happened?"
"'Parently two more of the Teen Titans died."
"That sucks. Do ya know which ones?"
"Melvin and Wendy, or something like that."
"Marvin. It's Marvin and Wendy. And Wendy's just in a coma."
"Was anyone talking to you, Drake?"
"I'm just saying…"
"Hey Tim, didn't you know one of the Titans?"
"Dude, he knew the Kid Flash! He's dead now, right?"
"Aw, is widdle Timmy about to cwy to his mommy?"
"Hey man, that was good."
You guys are unbelievable! I thought to myself. Why do Chad and Joey always have to pick on me?
"Bite me."
That's when the bell rang. Time for 8th block. Only 90 more minutes of school. Couldn't wait to get outta school. But, of course, Mr. Hansburg had to speak the entire period in his droning, boring voice…
The bell eventually rang.
I sighed. That was the bell that signified that school was finally over. I somehow managed to get through the crowd of students, got out the door, and got on my bike.
The ride home seemed to take longer than usual. Only half a mile, yet it seemed like five. Wayne Manor. My home. For now. I typed in the password into the keypad as the gates swung open.
"Hey Tim, how was school?"
"Fine. I'm going upstairs to do my homework."
"Call me if you need any help!"
"I will, Bruce. Thanks."
I went upstairs to my room, closed the door, and cried.
A knock at the door.
"Master Timothy, dinner is ready."
"I'll be down in a second, Alfred," I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. I waited a minute for my eyes to not be puffy anymore before going downstairs.
"I smell chicken," I said coming down.
"Chicken Marcellus, Sir."
Near the end of supper, Bruce asked, "So, Tim, how was school?"
"Usual," I replied.
"You know, if there's anything to want to talk about, I'm always here."
"I know," mouth full of rice.
That's when we saw the Bat-signal in the sky.