The next morning Robin woke up in his bed with no memory of how he got there. He sat up and felt a very large pain in his mouth. He reached up to feel it and remembered the events of the previous night. He realized Alfred must have brought him up here once he passed out. This reminded him that he probably wouldn't be able to walk strait either. Robin fumed thinking about that underhanded hit. Then Bruce's last words came back to him "and you're not going back to that school again!" Robin punched his pillow. How could Bruce do that to him? That school was the only fun part of his day. Who cared if he didn't get good grades? He'd get a tutor if he had to. Why did Bruce have to be such a prick about it? Then Robin realized something, it was impossible that Bruce, in the twelve hour period that Robin hadn't seen him in, found a school for Robin and had gotten him accepted. He was home free for a couple more days, and by then he would have a plan. Robin lay his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes. A sharp knocking disturbed him from his thoughts. Alfred's head appeared in the door.
"Young master, you had better get ready, Master Bruce will be taking you to your new school in a half an hour." Robin groaned. How did Bruce do it? Did he find principal to sleep with? Robin laughed at that thought. Bruce was known to get what he wanted especially when the person controlling the decision was a woman. Robin got up sleepily and opened his closet door. He freaked at what he saw next. All his clothes had been replaced by school uniforms! He recognized the emblem on the uniform. They were from a school on the other side of Gotham. It was a private school where all the rich snobby kids went. How could Bruce do that to him?
Robin flew down the stairs as fast as he could. Bruce was sitting at the kitchen table sipping his usual latte, reading the paper, as though he was a normal father. Bruce looked up when Robin walked in and nodded at him.
"Latte? It's still warm." Bruce looked at Robin's uniform and smiled. "You look dashing. Aren't you excited?" Robin seethed.
"Excited? You expect me to be excited? I can't believe you, you switched my school overnight, to the worst private school ever, without letting me at least explain this to my friends and you want me to be excited?? And besides, you just called me dashing, lord only knows that means I look like a geek." Robin breathed heavily and watched as Bruce just sat there sipping his latte. Bruce's gaze shifted to the wall clock and he got up.
"Is it that time already? Well let's go, we have a meeting with your new principal." Robin grinded his teeth. He was sure he saw Bruce smirk on the ay out. What could he do? He had to get out of this place and if going to this school was the only way, then bring it on.
Bruce pulled the car into the parking lot and got out. He smiled as Robin got out.
"Don't gloat Bruce, this isn't going to last."
"Don't bet on it Dick, I have no intention of letting you get away with lower than a B average. If not, then not only won't you have any crime-time, but you'll be grounded to your room for a month." Robin looked at Bruce with a look that could kill. Bruce walked up to him and put his arm on his shoulder and pushed Robin to walk. As Robin tried to struggle Bruce whispered in his ear "remember, you're my son Richard and I am your father, but please don't make me look like an abusive one." Robin stopped struggling. As they walked up to the school Robin was more and more aware of how, even with the school uniform, he felt underdressed. Maybe it was his hair, the tangled black mess was being as uncooperative as Robin. He liked it. All the kids at this school just held the attitude of rich, snobby heirs and heiresses. He didn't like it. So they walked into the building. Robin was unimpressed, he had stopped villains in way bigger museums than this. They walked through the entrance hall and went to the left were a sign over the door said "administration." Robin walked behind Bruce into a huge office. A secretary with a blackberry clipped to her ear looked up. She smiled at Bruce and pushed a button on a big control panel. A young woman's head came into view on the screen.
"Yes? What is it Pam?" the woman snapped.
"Mr. Wayne is here to see you ma'am." The woman looked flustered and then said, in a much more soothing tone,
"Well please, let him in." The secretary smiled and showed the two to a door on the right.
"Go ahead." Bruce nodded and Robin voiced a small thank you as the two entered the office marked by a gold plaque as "Principal Nerkermen."
