So short chapter is short. I highly recommend rereading the last couple of chapters because there has been revisions to the overall storyline. Dick is no longer after the Reach but has a different motive. I wanted to change it a bit considering what happened with the end of Young Justice.

On the first day of Gotham Academy, the students are required to attend Welcome Back Assembly. On the surface, it was a time for both the new students to talk to their upperclassmen and for friends to catch up from their summer vacations and extravagant exploits. Afterwards, they would go straight to class. Because this event was made for the students, the new teachers were encourage not to mingle with each other. This is why they set a meeting time where the newbies could meet up in one of the teacher lounges (because Gotham Academy needed to have more than one) and talk about their concerns. Headmaster Bartholomew had advised Wally to attend, saying it was in Wally's best interest to use this time to better himself as a teacher, to learn the layout, and to soak up the wisdom of his seniors.

He should not be sitting down with a legion of horny men watching Dick Grayson slathering cream cheese on his bagel and deep throating a banana.

And no, that was not a euphemism.

"That ass," the man to the left of Wally started muttering. "Man, that ass. I've been married for seven years and I would leave her in a heartbeat for a chance to eat that ass out."

Wally slowly inches away from him. On his other side, he hears the man say "I'd sell my left arm and a nipple just to creampie that face and watch my come drip down his chest."

By the time the third guy spoke, Wally got up. Gothamites were too intense for him, he thought. These were so not the type of people he needs to be hanging around. Wally left to get some more food, hoping he doesn't grab too much and draw attention from himself. Luckily, after years of a putting on his nerd game, Wally was used to being ignored and separating from the crowd. He was so lost in his own disguise, that he didn't hear someone coming up from behind him.

"Can you past your butter?"

Oh shit.

Wally shut his eyes and turned around. There was no way that this was happening. But it was, Wally hyperventilated. There was a sexpot behind him asking for butter. Butter for himself. The most sought out man in Gotham Academy was right behind him asking for his butter-the butter. Well, he was currently hogging the butter. But does that mean it's his butter? It could be anybody's butter. Not his butter. Everyone had a right to butter.

"It's community butter, damn it!"

Silence. "I apologize. May I have everyone's butter?" Mr. Grayson corrected himself. One teacher tripped over his own feet to give up his the butter, therefore causing another teacher who had been reaching for the butter to trip over the body of the first teacher, leading to another teacher to slip on the butter and land into another teacher, with butter already in his hands because he had actually wanted the butter for himself, and that butter slip into another teacher's purse which lead to the purse-butter being fought over and thrown into the hall.

Wally just spewed out a few sounds of distress before finally giving up his butter-their butter now.

"Spasibo!" He thanked him, grabbing his clean knife (having licked the cream cheese off it like he was paid to) and placing the cold butter on his hot croissant. Mr. Grayson took a bite of the pastry, and Wally watched in utter agony as the butter dripped down his chin. Instead of grabbing a napkin, Mr. Grayson used his tongue to lick off the remaining drops. He moaned.

"Delicious! The administration really does have the finest palette. Don't you agree?"

Wally groaned and nodded accordingly.

Mr. Grayson smiled adoringly. "You are so cute! You remind me of my students! Tell me, where are you from?"

Wally coughs, hoping to hide his obvious erection. "Uh…Central City. Well, I'm actually from Blue Valley but I went to school in Central City and I spend all my time there but sometimes you can't get away from your roots, you know? So I tell people I'm from Central but I feel kind of bad so then I have to mention the Nebraska part which isn't that great because Nebraska. Who wants to say they're from Nebraska? So then I say Central City. But yeah, I just moved here...beautiful." He added out of habit and the need to curb his embarrassment than anything else. Nerdy, overused pickup lines were his thing. His comfort zone.

"Oh! How lovely! I've never been there but I heard it's quite an exciting town? I recently had an incident from a boy from Central City. He was a red-head too. I do love red-heads. They're always so…fun."

"Oh, I'm loads of fun." Wally told him immediately. "Why? Do you want to have fun with me? Cause I can give you fun. So much fun. I can rock your world with the level of fun I possess."

Mr. Grayson laughed. "What's your name?"

"Wally West. From Central City. The city of excitement and fun."

"I'm Dick Grayson. You can just call me Dick." He offered charmingly. "Is this your first teaching job?"

"Uh, yeah. I actually just graduated from college. Master's in physics."

Dick seemed genuinely impressed by the revelation. "But you are so young!"

"Young and strong and fun. But yeah, I got a few extra credits, did a couple more classes." Wally didn't tell him that he took twenty-seven credits over the maximum nineteen. That would have been bragging. "I'm hoping to get my Ph.D in a couple years. Just felt like taking some time off before dragging myself through another four years of hell."

Dick looked positively elated by the prospect. "That is amazing! Oh, you must be so smart." He purred erotically. "I'm sure we'll be having all the fun this year."

Wally sighed this time around. There goes his penis. He was hoping it got tired and went to sleep.

At the assembly, Headmaster Bartholomew came on stage to give a droll and long winded speech about the history of Gotham Academy and his pride in his school. Wally began droning off into his daydreams by the second paragraph. They've only met for the interview, but Wally had a good feeling about the guy. Sure, the man was as jittery as a stick in a tornado, the kind of dude who had the weight of the world on his shoulders and prepared for punches when they came instead of fighting back. Wally straightens up when he felt a squeeze on his arm. Dick grinned at him like a Cheshire cat.

"Wake up sleepy head," Dick cooed. Wally's knees weakened at his purr-like tone. "It's almost our time to sparkle!"

Wally was about to asked what he meant when the headmaster ended his speech. "Now, I would also like to welcome our new instructors for the school year. First, Mr. Jack Ryder, who will teaching theater." The students clapped hesitantly as a green haired man with a maniacal grin stood up and waved. "We also have Dr. Jason Blood who will teaching medieval literature and medieval history." On cue, a grim, auburn haired gentlemen stood up and nodded. Wally couldn't shake the feeling that this man was familiar. Strange, but Wally shrugged it off. "We also have Mr. Wally West who will be filling in Mr. Novak after the…incident." Headmaster Bartholomew coughed nervously. A couple of the students giggled, leading Wally to wonder if his employment had less to do with his skill and more to do with the headmaster's desperation. Wally stood up to a few polite claps. Some glared at him for this morning.

Dick leaned over and whispered to him when he sits down. "He was caught doing the drochit into a water bottle. The other teacher's think he was planning on giving it to somebody. The headmaster says it was a student." Dick revealed.

Wally squirmed, not knowing what drochit was but having a pretty good idea. He threw a glance at Dick's figure. Nope, definitely not a student.

"And finally we have Mr. Richard Grayson, who has been promoted from his substitute position last year to a full term Russian language professor and World History. He will be concluding this assembly with a few words-"

The assembly erupted into thunderous applause. Wally was actually blown away by the impressive display of adoration, cheering, and catcalls.

My. Grayson gave a saucy smirk to the student body. "You are all so warm," He began, a sultry tang to his voice that sent shivers down Wally's spine. And legs. And other regions. "When I first arrived to Gotham, I was so surprised to find so many students filled with desire, passion, and need. I knew with a firm hand, one that grips you at the base and works its way up, you could have the guidance to grow harder. Now, as a proud instructor at this fine establishment, I promise to be as attentive as an expensive shlyukha in Moskva. And while I will always be your uchitel, I am not afraid to give it to you when you need it. I will push you and allow you to push into me. I hope you will never thrust in without meaning it, never place the tip at the entrance when you can go all the way. You will, as this country likes to say, nail them. We can come together, and reach the climax, the end, and the afterglow for each and every one of us. I will give you my everything so let's make this our best school year yet!"

The students fall under a spell of silence. Dick actually frowned a bit, the first cloud Wally has ever witness within the sky that held Dick's sunshine. Finally, the famous lone clapper (a student cloaked in anonymity despite being seated near the front roll) stood up and slapped his hands together. The other students followed with thunderous applause. They erupted in joy that Wally has never seen before, not even when the Justice League save the world the first time.

Wally doesn't know what happened but he was sure it was something magnificent. He got up from his seat and joined the students in a standing ovation.

And then, out of nowhere, a student lunged out of the audience and attempted to rape Mr. Grayson.

Security was already on stage dragging the boy away. The headmaster attempted to beat him off with a handkerchief before sighing in relief. Strange, Wally noted, it was almost as if they expected this to happen.

The aging man walks past Wally to leave the stage and there, Wally can hear him mutter "At least it wasn't Wayne again."

This was how Wally learned about an important tradition at this school.

I actually looked up 'Russian slang for masturbating' for this chapter. Take that as you will. I based Dick's speech after Matthew Fraser's speech in the Bethel School District v. Fraser case. On another note, I have officially abandoned and have moved full frontal to archiveofourown. This story will be posted there. I am sorry to do this because I've been a member for ten years now (I feel so old) but it is time for me to move on. Peace (and see you all at the dark side).

EDIT: I CHANGED MY MIND. And will continue to update on this site. Lovely (guest) made a good point and decided to keep this account solely for this story. Love you all.