"Let me drop out of college, and I'll stop killing people for good." Jason said calmly as he looked Bruce in the eye. Jason had stormed into Bruce's office composed himself, and then eyes flashing let him know his demand.
Bruce in turn shifted the papers he was working on, "What is it now, Jason?" Bruce had barely convinced Jason to sign up for classes and now this.
"My English teacher is a psycho, she is demented, do you know the stories I've read and had to write reports on? No wonder college students are depressed. Don't even get me started on my online classes and discussion boards. 'Kelly, I agree with you that the point that was so painfully obvious. You're so smart. Wow, I would never have thought of it.' Plus two hundred words. You can't make me go back, to Gotham Community College, Bruce."
Bruce gave him a long suffering look before he replied, "It can't be that bad."
"It is, have you read, 'The Lottery' and your psycho teacher make it class participation and someone gets chosen as the sacrifice? I didn't think so, Bruce. Have you read 'A Rose for Emily' people think that it's a love story? Ha-ha, that crazy lady got away with murder." Jason started to pace in the study as he continued, "Do you know what it's like to have a crap ton of cases dealing with drug dealers and be in class with the friends of drug dealers and the stupidest people in the world? Teenagers are dumb I had to listen to the teacher explain something three times because this kid didn't understand how to turn on a computer. No, Bruce you dropped out of college, twice. You got out of this crap."
Bruce looked almost ashamed, "I just was starting being Batman, and my teachers hated me. No one was used as a sacrifice in your class, anyway."
"Barely, I got the slip of paper that marked me for being stoned to death as if a crowbar and being blown up wasn't bad enough. My teachers love a rough looking, guy from a bad part of town, who knows the answers that I shouldn't because I have a crazy adopted father who tried to cram all this information into me at a young age. Do you even know the amount of times I've been accused of cheating? Do you know how many times I've tried to bribe Tim into taking the math quizzes? I hate college. I died once, going to college makes me want to die again. I realize I live in Gotham, but the first time I was on campus there was a fight outside between three students. Two of them were beating the crap out of the other student. The teacher looked out the window to see them and then walked away. My classmates wanted to call the campus police, but he said, "They'll work it out." I left and beat the two bullies and helped the kid that was getting beat to pieces. The teacher gave my a 50 for classroom involvement."
Bruce got up from his chair slowly. "Okay, I'm convinced you should drop out of college."
"What! You think I can't handle the inane teachers and stupid busy work? I am a high school dropout, I'm not dropping out of community college too, even if the chick I sit beside won't shut up about Nightwing or that her sister is marrying into the most insane family in Gotham. They are crazy she thought I was joking when I offered to take care of them for her." Jason added emphatically.
"You don't want to stop killing drug dealers." Bruce said calmly as he went back to work.
"I don't want to give you the satisfaction of me being a "drop out" again. Death won't be able to keep me from coming to those terrible, no good, hideous, stupid, classes." Jason added emphatically.
So midterms are over! I had a little free time so I wrote this flashfic. Wish We Could Turn Back Time has given me a case of writers block or I would have updated it instead.
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