Ch.26: Social Problems
"What did he do?"
The principal, Mr. Irwin, looked at the disguised hero with an exaggerated look. "Well, there are a lot of things he did… He's gotten more offenses in one day than some students get in a year."
Batman looked down at Danny, his expression showing how ticked off he was.
Danny shrugged up at him. "You told me to make the best of my day."
"That is not what I meant and you know that!"
"Do I?"
SMACK.
"Ow!" Danny yelled, rubbing the back of his head. "He's ticked… My work here is done."
Bruce released a long sigh before falling into the seat beside Danny, looking at Irwin apologetically. "So… What kind of offenses did he manage to stack up all in one day?"
"Well…"
Flashback…
Danny stared at the chemistry book in front of him blankly while the teacher went on, explaining things that were named in the Latin language and made no sense to him. The only thing he knew he would be able to do at that moment was make a tiny bomb with a blast radius of two feet.
If only he had some stronger chemicals on him…
For now, though, he was stuck with a chemistry geek as a partner that was pretty much doing the entire experiment by himself. Danny had literally been called an idiot in higher terms by the confident geek and now he was trying to figure out what the heck the words in front of him meant.
The teacher, Whitney, was going on about how to do the experiment, something about changing the chemical from blue to green. Danny didn't understand the point of the experiment but that was probably because he had zoned out for half the class.
Giving up on learning anything in chemistry class, Danny looked around the table before shrugging and knocking a vial over the edge.
Crash!
"Why would you do that?!" The geek yelled at the techno genius while everyone, including Whitney, turned to the sound of the shattering glass.
Danny shrugged and stated "I was bored."
"You did that on purpose?" The teacher questioned, astounded someone would do such a thing.
"Yeah, pretty much." Danny answered, nodding. He grinned and gleefully said "Look, I'll do it again!"
Crash!
"Mr. Fenton! Stop breaking the vials." Whitney demanded, glaring at her troubled student with fiery eyes. Danny's grin, which had been nonexistent that day, suddenly came back and he knocked another vial off the side of the table. The ebony-haired boy's partner grabbed all the vials and beakers and moved them to his side of the table, glaring at the troublemaker beside him. Danny just continued to grin.
"If you break another vial, Daniel, you're leaving the class." Whitney stated in warning, still glaring at the fearless teen with a fire in her eyes. She leaned against her desk, hunched over heatedly.
Danny, faking sullenness, nodded and slouched, making the rest of the students in the class calm.
No one liked an angry teacher.
Whitney calmed as well and nodded, returning her attention back to instructing the class. She screamed when there was another loud crash and a vial shattered against the whiteboard beside her. The glass shards fell to the floor, a few pieces catching on the plate that held the dry-erase markers.
Clink, clink, clink…
Danny clapped and threw his hands in the air victoriously, yelling 'victory'. His partner was absolutely stunned, mouth hanging open and eyes as wide as saucers. The other students in the class copied his reaction while Whitney's brief spike of fear calmed, being replaced with white-hot fury.
Sighing, Danny watched the computer-lab teacher, Mr. McKenzie, teach on about how to work Microsoft Power-Point in the computer class. At first, he had thought it would be fun to be in a class he had skills in. That is until he found out how lame it was. It had only been ten minutes and Danny wanted to bash his head against a wall.
He was the type of person to hack the government and mess with people's minds by hijacking their accounts. He didn't make pretty power-points for stupid stuff that would change in a couple of months anyways.
Rolling his eyes while the other students listened half-attentively to McKenzie, Danny started playing around with Power-Point. Glancing at the balding teacher, the teen smirked and began to work quietly on a glorious piece of irritation he was currently cooking up.
Some of the other students glanced at the boy warily, having heard stories of his chemistry class or had been in the class altogether.
A smirk on the new kid's face was apparently not a good sign.
Halfway through the class, Danny had finished his little Power-Point, which only consisted of a few slides but a lot of animation. The teen watched McKenzie carefully, waiting for the perfect opportunity to set everything up.
As McKenzie turned his back to Danny, the teen reached out and played with the wires connected to the projector. He took a couple out and plugged a few more in. The girl beside Danny hysterically asked what he was doing in a low whisper but he shushed her, smiling, and told her to just watch. The girl looked around guiltily while Danny moved his mouse around and typed a few things on the keyboard.
The display McKenzie had had up previously changed to Danny's brightly colored first slide while cheesy, classical music played from the speakers. Words slowly faded onto the screen while the startled teacher and students turned to see what was happening on the screen.
A British voice read the words on the screen, saying:
"Why This Class is Useless: A Power-Point."
McKenzie scrambled to figure out how to get the slideshow off the wall as it continued on, listing the supposed reasons why the class everyone was taking was useless.
Danny leaned back in his seat, smiling contently at the chaos.
The girl Danny was sitting next to ratted him out, like expected, and the angry computer-lab teacher dragged the smiling Danny from the room while the slideshow continued on, listing more reasons and telling the other teens how to hack the computers so they could play their first-person shooter games.
Glaring at his food, Danny sat alone at the lunch-table he had declared for himself. The food from the cafeteria wasn't nearly as disgusting as people made it out to be but he still found himself resenting it. He couldn't figure out why. He just did.
It was one of those things Danny never figured out.
Picking at his mashed potatoes, the teen gave an irritable sigh while trying to think of something that would delight him.
Instead, it only made him more irritable. All the things the boy thought up, he could've been doing at that moment on his couch at home. But no, he was stuck in a forsaken school no one wanted to attend anyways. All the 'productive' things he could've been doing and he was wasting his time learning how to use Power-Point, of all things!
Seeing one of the jocks heading by his table, talking and laughing with his buddies, Danny decided it was time to make some enemies out of some of the students and not just the teachers.
The ebony-haired teen tipped his milk over, watching the white liquid spill all over the tiled floor. The jock yelped when he slipped, his lunch going all over him, his clothes, and the floor. Milk stained the back of his jeans, soaking them through. People around the room gasped and tried to see what happened better.
The jock's friends easily picked their buddy back off the ground and the disgruntled football player turned to where Danny was innocently taking a bite of his lunch.
"Did you do that on purpose?!" The jock questioned.
Danny shrugged. "I might've…"
"Why?!"
"Cause I felt like it." Danny answered, smiling up at the jock with his guilty grin. The blonde-haired teen growled before Danny flipped his tray, getting his lunch all over the rest of the football players. He quickly stood and yelled "Food fight!"
Chaos was quickly ensured and Danny retreated from the cafeteria, dodging most of the food being thrown his way. He slipped out, only to run into another angry teacher.
"Dang it…"
Flashback End…
"He did all that?" Batman asked, almost surprised at how much Danny did in seven hours.
Irwin nodded. "Yes. He did all that, among other things…"
Danny leaned back in his seat even further, a content smile playing on his lips as he closed his blue eyes. He stretched his right leg out while keeping his left ankle on his knee. His arms hung limply over the sides of the chair, relaxed and happy. "I am so special, aren't I?"
"Yes. It takes a certain kind of special to make an entire school hate you." Batman stated, looking at the boy with no sign of amusement on his disguised face.
Danny gave a sarcastic thumbs up.
"Ignoring the fact it's his first day of school here, he needs to straighten out. We don't keep troublemakers here for long." Irwin stated seriously, looking between the happy teen and ticked off adult.
Batman nodded and thwacked the backside of Danny's head. There was a yelp from the teen before he rubbed the aching area, glaring up at the adult with heated blue eyes. "What was that for, you sadistic, nocturnal monster?"
"We're leaving. … And I'm the monster here?"
Danny sighed, grabbed his bag, and stood from his seat. He threw the backpack over his shoulder, thumping against his back unpleasantly. He followed after the adult with a blank expression. "Yes, you're the monster. If you hadn't sent me here, I wouldn't have made the school explode with hatred and contempt."
Irwin sighed as he watched the two leave his office, taking his glasses off and rubbing his face as he did.
Batman and Danny walked out of the school, the latter getting heated looks from a couple of the students he had personally ticked off for the fun of it.
"Was it worth it, making everyone hate you?" Batman asked as they walked past the jocks, earning the bird from the one that had slipped on the milk.
Danny did a mock bow to the boy before continuing on, answering "Hm… I think it was."
"Oh yeah, how'd you come up with that answer?"
"Well, I won't become attached to anything. So if I decide to do something, no one's getting hurt and neither will I. Good plan in my mind." Danny answered, shrugging nonchalantly.
As the two got in Batman's fake-out car, the Dark Knight surmised he might've rubbed off on the boy just a little too much for his taste.
The next four days followed the same pattern, just not to the same extent as the first. Danny did pay attention in some of the classes while others he was kicked out of for doing things he should not have been doing. (Or for plain ticking someone off in the process of not shutting up in the middle of class.)
This made the unpredictable and the teachers and students wary.
Batman tried bluntly talking to the boy to get him to stop his irksome attitude. That, of course, did not work since Danny found it more amusing.
Adjusting to school was not on the teen's list of things to do. Nor would it be on the list anytime soon.
The Dark Knight thought up plans to get the teen to stop but he wasn't quite sure what he was going to do. Danny just needed something to keep him calm during the day, instead of everyone letting him show unhappy he was by making everyone else unhappy.
Two people who had the ability to cheer the boy up eventually came to Batman's mind and he called them up.
Tapping his pencil against his desk, Danny stared at Mrs. Kingsley as she went off, telling the announcements for the day. She paced back and forth, reading off the sheet of paper while waving her hand in the air. The woman's heels clacked against the ground with each step she took, the sound echoing throughout the room incessantly.
The other students watched with the same boredom. A couple doodled in their notebooks while the majority scrambled to silently finish the homework they had forgotten to do the night before.
Danny just torched his homework. It was so much easier than actually doing it.
As Kingsley finished up her announcements, the door opened and Danny went wide-eyed at the two figures walking in. A smile overcame the boy's face and a few of the students near the teen looked at him suspiciously, since he never wore a sincere smile ever.
Kingsley took the slips from Sam and Tucker's hands, scanned over them, and went through the procedure she did with Danny a few days before. When asked to state one thing about themselves, the two both openly stated that Danny was their best friend.
The student's faces were priceless.
Danny? Have friends? Impossible.
As the two took their seats, Sam made sure to give him a big hug around his neck while Tucker put him in a headlock and gave him a big old noogie on the top of his noggin.
Danny flipped them off in retaliation with his huge smile.
Two more chapters and an epilogue and this story will be over. WOO! (For me anyways... I want to get this and my other one done...)
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Reviews:
PHOENIX1020: I know I am! So thankful for homeschooling! And no, I am not.
Guest of Honor: HAHA! Yeah, exactly! Poor Danny, so much older than everybody! XD You dream about him too? Fantastic.
YumiStar: Here, here!
Poohbearmorris: Get better, dude! ...looks like he's not interacting with the other kids...oops...
Anime Hotty Lover. 18: Oh, I know, right? He's such a pain in the arse!
Roselin: *sighs contently* I'm doing a homeschool co-op for high school. So happy.
Bibbledoo: Because eighteen ends in teen! Therefore, he is a teen! My bro is 18 and he's a teen still! XD Did you hear all that Danny?
Scheffelman: If that were to happen... I think it would make a huge plot twist, dude! WOO!
KuriMaster13: I can understand. He's anti-hero by default. Not his choice. XD *slams hand on desk repeatedly as I laugh* Yeah, no kidding! They're gonna need some serious help!
Grava: ...never... XD
Shadow: Why thank you! Glad you enjoyed so much! :D
Expergiscimini: Danny did that. *points to chapter above*
ShadowPillow: Hm, guess that would be counted as Danny-torture...
The Keeper of Worlds: I dread college. XD
H. H. Xia: ...surprised he's not dead yet.
Ninuhuju: :D Have fun with that! I just get days off whenever.
Eirena Gaia: Yes, I wrote that. Glad you enjoyed it. XD Danny's posing as his nephew, supposedly keeping the name of his parents. :D