A/N: So there was this practice test...
Disclaimer: YJ belongs to its rightful owner. And the SAT's belongs to collegeboard. Ha. Ha.
No Serious Thoughts
Robin walks towards the security guard placed in front of tall green gates. He reaches into the pockets of his jeans and fishes out his school I.D. He holds it in his hand patiently as the guard glances at him, and then at the photo on his I.D. He holds out his "ticket" and the guard matches up his I.D. number. Robin proceeds to enter testing grounds.
Dick can almost hear the whiplash made by the sound of the security guard's head turning to catch a second glimpse of him.
Dick Grayson, ward of Bruce Wayne, walks farther onto testing grounds and smirks behind his aviator sunglasses. The SAT's are going to be a piece of cake compared to staking out evil villains' layers or trying to come up with great pranks to play on his Young Justice teammates. Aster, heavy on the…well, the point is, good things are coming his way.
The young super hero takes a deep breath to calm his thoughts. He isn't Robin at the moment; for now, he isn't allowed to think of anything more serious than how to bubble in his address on the answer sheet properly.
Dick walks into the room filled with other young scholars preparing to take the mother of all standardized tests. He ambles over to an empty desk and slips off his sunglasses. He tucks his shades into a pocket of his jacket and takes out two number two pencils from the same pocket. An eraser plops into his desk as well and Dick leans back in his uncomfortable plastic chair. It's like savoring the quiet before a storm (or taking a moment to focus before a mission).
The instructor at the head of the classroom monotonously reads out the instructions he is directed to read and Dick stares idly at his shoes and at the ugly green carpet under his feet.
"You may open your test booklet and answer document. Please read the instructions and remember that all things written in your test booklet will not be scored. So please, don't write your essay in there." The instructor looks queasy for a moment before sitting down at the teacher's desk.
Dick opens his booklet fluidly and begins reading the prompt for the essay he will be writing for Section 1.
He skims through a quote about heroes and reads the prompt twice, going back a second time to underline important aspects of the question.
Then he smirks and sets pencil to answer sheet as he begins his introduction. The prompt translates into his head to mean: What kind of hero is better? Is the one who was born powerful or the one who works for his edge the better of the two?
Dick chuckles under his breath. He scribbles down his thesis and tackles his first topic sentence. Batman is going to be making an appearance in his essay as the evidence for his first body paragraph.