Wayne Manor August 17 10: 20 p.m
Master Jason, please make sure to set your alarm clock for 5:30 a.m. I have laid out your uniform, tie, and shoes. Don't hesitate to ask questions about the school don't be afraid to ask. If you are not sure you are quite ready, I shall inform master Bruce he will not hesitate to make any changes." Alfred explains rambling on
"Yeah, I got it, Alfie," Jason replies. Tomorrow he is starting his first day of school at Gotham academy AKA the school of spoiled rich kids. How exciting.
Bruce had managed to get him enrolled because of his high status and the fact that he donates a shit ton of money to school so that probably wasn't too hard for him.
"Well Goodnight Master, Jason, Sweet dreams"
"Good night, Alfie"
Gotham Academy: August 18, 6:22 a.m.
"Here we are Master Jason," Alfred said opening the limo car door for Jason. In front of him stood a tall building it looks more like a mansion than a school. The thing that excited him the most out of their whole school situation has to be the library. Bruce told him the school library was even bigger than the one at the manor now that's something to be excited about.
He enters the building and almost everyone stops what they are doing to look at him. Almost immediately people start to whisper to their friends.
"Hey, isn't that the street kid that Bruce Wayne adopted?"
"I think so, I wonder why the richest man in Gotham would adopt trash like him."
"He's so tiny too, looks more like an 8-year-old than a 12-year-old."
Jason is used to all these comments by now. At all the galas he and Bruce attend it's a never-ending gossip event. He walks down the hall more eyes landing on him. Okay, he just needs to focus and go to his first-class English 1 room 211.
After ages of walking around the school, he finally found the classroom. The door is closed so he knocks to be polite. A tall middle-aged-looking man opens the door glaring at Jason. "You're late, can you explain why?!" The man growls.
Jason stares at the man dumbly. It's the first day of school does he really expect no one to be a little late to class. Maybe this man was too fucking stupid to understand that. As much as he wanted to give this man a piece of his mind. He needs to keep up appearances, especially for bruce's image.
" I'm so sorry sir, I was having a problem finding the classroom," he explains
The man scoffs pinching the bridge of his nose. " Whatever just go take an available seat. When he enters the classroom the realization dawns on him.
All these kids are obviously older than him, by many years even. He takes a seat in the front of the class. His legs can barely touch the floor of the huge chairs
"Alright class My name is Mr. Nelson and I will be teaching your English 1 class for this school year. You guys will now go around and introduce yourself starting with you" The man says pointing straight at Jason. He stands up and looks around awkwardly.
"Um yeah my name is Jason Peter Todd, I'm twelve years old and my favorite hobby is reading." The next person is about to go when Mr. Nelson interrupts.
"Wait, wait did you say you are twelve years old."
"Yeah, is that a problem." He replies.
Mr. Nelson just seemed to be more irritated. " This English class is for high schoolers ninth grade to be exact. You are not supposed to be here." Damn this teacher is really starting to get on his nerves.
Mr. Nelson, just so you're aware, Bruce got me tested for these classes and I excelled in them, so I think I am fit to be in this class. If you don't believe me I can always call him and ask, but then again I wouldn't want to disturb, would I? He might be in one of those very important meetings." He says with a smirk.
Mr. Nelson cleared his thought "Well then just take a seat for now."
Jason takes his seat smirking to himself. He would really have to ask Dick about this teacher later maybe he had him before. The class continues the introductions when he hears someone behind him.
"I know you lied." A boy says from the seat behind him.
"Lied about what"
"About Bruce Wayne getting you tested to be in this class. I bet he just paid the school to let you be in an advanced class. " The boy replies.
Jason is dumbfounded that this kid thinks Bruce would go through that much trouble just for me to be in an advanced class. Instead of replying, Jason ignores the kid for the rest of the class.
The classes after English weren't any better either. Teachers did not believe he was in their class and the constant gossiping didn't stop either.
Once lunch rolled sound he was more than happy. The cafeteria was huge as to be expected. Since nobody seemed to like him, he found himself alone on one of the smaller tables in the corner.
After he finished his leftover spaghetti and 3 of Alfred's famous chocolate chip cookies he stands up to use the restroom. Suddenly a big splash of liquid splashes all over brand new pants.
"Haha looks like the street rat peed his pants."
Jason looks up to see the asshole from Mr. Nelson's class standing in front of him with 2 other guys both laughing at him.
Jason smiled wide "You mother fuckers must think this is funny? It's almost hilarious how cliche you are. Please, splashing on my pants that's the oldest trick in the book."
The bully looks taken back when he said this. "Well, at least we have parents." The boy on the right remarked.
"Wow another one, you guys aren't very original are you," Jason said smirking. Right then the bell rings for the next class.
"We'll get you next time" The asshole yells as he leaves the cafeteria
"Yeah, you do that." He says dismissively packing up his food. He walks to his locker to put his lunch bag away. He stares at the picture of his mother attached to the side.
" I miss you mom, I really do. Sure I have Bruce now but he doesn't compare. Keep watching over me I guess. Love ya."
He lets a single tear slip down his face. It's been so long but it hasn't gotten any easier.
Gotham Academy August 18, 3:47 p.m courtyard/ parent pickup
Jason awkwardly stands around waiting for Alfred to pull up. He's really excited because Bruce said he's able to come with Alfred today to pick him up.
He can clearly see Asshole and his goons sitting on the table in front of him scheming something. It's like they never stop, they're making it their mission to make his life miserable.
Finally, Asshole walks over staring at him straight in the eyes before he sent a punch right at my stomach knocking the wind out of me.
Fuck that's gonna leave a mark