A/N: Okay, well first let me say that this author's note is going to be pretty long, so please just bear with me. First off I wanted to warn you that this story will probably take a while due to the fact that right now I only have a vague idea of where I'm going with it. I just wanted to get this chapter up here to see how people responded to it before I really started writing.

Secondly I wanted to warn you about Carter. I'm not normally a big fan of added characters that mess with the whole show or story-line or whatever, but most of the time I at least read to see if I like it, so please give this a chance.

Carter popped into my head almost a year ago while I was watching Batman and Robin and hasn't left me alone since. I really like the idea of Robin, but I never really liked any of the Robins in the comics or movies, so I think that's how he got started. So I have a whole background for him, which will be present throughout the story and then a bunch of other stories that just sort of formed in my head.

Any way, I just wanted to explain and ask you to give this try and if it's not your sort of thing then that's cool with me.

Thanks if you actually read all this, and if you still want to read my story after all this. ; )

I own nothing. Not even the title, I borrowed it from one of my favorite songs. Bet you can't guess which one without using Google. ; ) Ok, well Carter belongs to me…much to his misfortune. Hehe.

– Driverpicksthemusic

Carter's P.O.V.

Carter Wayne had experienced more than his fair share of shitty events. Sure, he hadn't lost both his parents like dad had, but what happened to him still sucked. There was no denying that. No denying that watching a building explode, when you know your mom is inside, at seven years old is one of the worst things that a person could ever witness.

That day, the one where Carter watched half his world become consumed in greedy, ravenous flames, happened to be exactly eleven years ago today. So, all in all…Carter was not in a good mood at present.

As for punching Adam Docker in the face, well Carter felt he was completely justified in what he'd done. The Dean?...not so much.

"You're a good kid Carter; great in fact. I'd be hard pressed to find a student with talent, intelligence and personality equal to your own. So of course you can understand why I'm confused as to why you punched Mr. Docker." Carter remained silent, glaring icily out the window; so the Dean pressed on.

"I don't want to punish you Carter, so please, help me understand." Still the angry teen refused to answer and a tension-filled silence settle over the small office. Unnerved by the uncomfortable quiet Dean Wilkins picked up one the pens on his desk and began to roll it between his fingers.

Carter's ever diligent eyes were drawn to the movement. For a few long moments he took in the well organized desk. Its dark surface was mostly empty save for the pens, a few manila folders and the shiny name plate pronouncing that the desk belonged to one Dean Gregory Wilkins.

Finally he looked up, meeting Dean Wilkins' eyes. Being here was a waste of Carter's time. He wanted out. But he sure as Hell wasn't about to explain himself to the Dean in order to leave. He refused to that for two very good reasons. The first was that the Dean wouldn't understand. He would try sure, would act sympathetic, but he could never really understand. Wilkins hadn't watched his mother die. The second reason, well Carter was just about to voice that one.

"You know Dean Wilkins, I don't mean any disrespect," That was a lie. In all truthfulness Carter had no respect for this man, or this school. He just pretended to because he had to. "But we both know that all of this is just a waste of our time. Even if you could understand my reason you'd still have to punish me for fighting. So why don't we skip the part where I try to explain and apologize for something I'm not sorry about and just bring my dad in here so you can accept some 'generous' donation and forget this ever happened."

Gregory Wilkins looked utterly shocked. The pen he'd been toying with slipped from his fingers, rolling off the desk and onto the floor, as he floundered for something to say. Carter rolled his eyes and pushed himself up out of the chair.

"I'll send my dad in. Goodbye Mr. Wilkins," he said shortly as he reached for the cool doorknob.

"Uh, v-very well Carter. I better not catch you fighting again," he added hurriedly, some what uncertain as he straitened his tie. Carter ignored him and stepped into the hall.

"Carter!" Bruce snapped sternly as he walked down the corridor toward the dark haired boy. His son just glanced coldly at him, on his way to take a seat across the hall from the Dean's office.

"Just go pay him off so we can leave," Carter grumbled closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall.

He felt Bruce's eyes on him for a long moment before he finally turned to enter Wilkins' office. They'd be having a long talk once they got home.

Cater listened to the door close and frustrated, banged his head lightly against the wall. It didn't matter what year it was, today always sucked!

Bruce's P.O.V.

Bruce Wayne was a very busy man. And if there was one thing he hated, it was being interrupted while he was working. Especially today. Coming in to the office was the last thing he'd wanted to do when he'd forced himself out of bed this morning, but Fox had called saying that there was some work that had to be done for the big conference tomorrow. So he'd come in, begrudgingly typing up his paper, when all he wanted to do was spend the entire day in the cave hopelessly trying to bury the hurt of losing Rachel all those years ago.

"Mr. Wayne?" The voice came over the intercom sounding as though she were talking into a tin can. Bruce cringed. You would think a company as technologically advanced as Wayne Enterprises would have better quality intercoms. He thought irritably. And that Gwen would know better than to interrupt me while I'm working.

"Yes," Bruce snapped back. He just wanted to finish typing and go home.

"Your son's school is on line one," she replied hastily.

"All right." Bruce finished typing his sentence and picked up the phone. "Bruce Wayne speaking."

"Um, hello Mr. Wayne, this is Dean Gregory Wilkins, I was calling about a, er recent…incident involving your son."

"Incident? Did something happen to Carter?"

"More of something Carter did Mr. Wayne. It would seem that your son started a fist fight." Bruce was shocked. The school normally only called to let him know of some achievement of scholarship Carter had received. Not to tell him his son had been fighting at school. Carter didn't do that sort of thing, he –

Bruce's eyes ghosted over the calendar on the big desk in front of him. Damn! He thought. I should have never made Carter go to school today. He gets as bad as me whenever this date rolls around. Bruce sighed.

"Give me half an hour to finish up some work and then I'll come down to the school."

"Of course Mr. Wayne. I'm sorry that you have to come down here for such a reason, it's very unusual for a student like your son."

"I'm sorry too. Goodbye Mr. Wilkins."

"Goodbye Mr. Wayne." Bruce set the phone back in its cradle and pinched the bridge of his nose. Damn Interruptions.

A/N (again): Ok, well here it is. Forgive me for any grammar mistakes, I wrote and edited this late at night and I was in a bit of a hurry. ; ) I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please leave me a review and let me know what you thought.

And also let me say, that Carter isn't really a brat. I know he kind of comes off as one, but you have to remember, he is Batman's son, and this is the anniversery his mom's death. His real character will come out in the next few chapters. Oh, and...Wally makes an appearance in the next chapter!! YAY!!