Everything's the same as before. I don't own this, I still do own the storyline, blah-de, blah-de, blah. Their names are changed, (e.g. 'Cyborg said' will be 'Victor said' or 'Starfire laughed' will be 'Kory laughed'.) except (here's where it gets complex) when they're in uniform. I'm going to keep telling you ppls so you don't get all confuzzled.
Chapter Eight
"Master Richard? Sir, are you awake?" Alfred asked knocking on his door.
Richard opened the door and looked at Alfred, oddly. "What?" He asked.
"Your breakfast is on the table…"
"Thanks." Richard called running down the hall. He jumped on the stair railing and slid down it.
"Dick!" Bruce yelled as he pulled up his mask. He backed away from the stairs to avoid getting hit by him.
"Sorry, B!" Richard yelled back as he went into the kitchen. "Hey guys."
"How can you be so happy?" Logan asked, drowsy. He was still in his pajamas.
"Yeah. You got in at what two…three o'clock this morning?" Victor added.
"I'm use to it." Richard said simply. He grabbed a piece of toast, and ran outside to catch his bus.
It pulled up as he got to the bus stop. He got on and found a seat. It took off quickly.
The route went smoothly. Though Richard kept thinking someone was watching him.
They pulled to a stop in front of the school. They got off quickly.
"Richard!" Kory called, "Please, wait!" Richard stopped and looked behind him to see Kory running to him; she was in her cheer-uniform.
"What's with the clothes Kory?"
"We are having a prep rally today and Kitten told us all to wear our uniforms."
"Assuming you mean a pep rally, shouldn't you be practicing or something?"
"I will be, but Kitten says I must wait until after the room of home."
They walked into the school, Richard avoided everyone's eyes. Ever since Moose died, he's been getting looks from everyone. They think he was the one who killed his bully.
"Kory!" Victor called. He went over to them. A few jocks followed him.
"Check it Vic, the murderer's tryin' to steal your girl." One told him.
Victor stood silent for a moment, deciding what to do. "That true nerd?" He finally said trying to sound macho.
"Victor, look I'm…" Richard got out before Victor punched him in his jaw.
It didn't take long before Richard hit him back. Victor picked him up by his shirt and Richard, he didn't squirm around like most weak looking kids usually do, instead he did a fancy karate kick and landed on his feet as Victor dropped him. They both forgot that they weren't fighting just another villain like Slade or Dr. Light. But their friend in a crowded school hallway.
"What were you two thinking?" Their principal yelled.
"Sir…" Richard started.
"They'd never tolerate this kind of behavior in Wayne High would they?" He continued. He started to get tongue tied. "Get to class!"
Victor and Richard walked out of the room in mock sadness.
"Nice, Rob. You do know old bat's gonna be pretty--" Victor got out.
"Don't worry about it. I've learned how to deal with him." Richard said as they reached the hallway.
"Okay, I guess I'll have to trust you on this." Victor said as he turned down the hallway.
Richard got his trumpet out of his locker and headed for the band room.
A girl met up with him. She was tall, about the same height as Raven, she had brown hair and she wore a shirt that read "I" it then had a bright red heart and continued "Robin".
"Hi, are you Richard Greyson?" She said in one breath.
"Yeah…and you are?" He asked watching her.
"I'm Karina. You look like Robin. Did you know that?" She asked randomly.
"Yeah, I've been told that before, but I don't--"
"Where've you been? Our teacher's so excited to see you. She went on and on about how you swept solo ensemble. We can't wait to hear you."
Karina pushed Richard into the band room. Alex sat with a group of boys in a corner, they looked extremely board. The rest of the class, though, was the complete opposite.
"Welcome, Mr. Greyson. We won't waist anymore time; we only have twenty minutes left of the class. We'll leave that for you to fill. So, please play something for us." The teacher explained to him.
"Well…umm…you see I didn't know I'd be playing so I…umm…didn't bring my music to school." Richard lied.
"I play trumpet. I might have some music you could…" A kid put in.
"You're a genius! Just make it up!" Alex called out.
"That's brilliant! Richard, please do." Their teacher said as she sat down.
Richard gulped and took out his trumpet mouthpiece and put it together slowly. He took a deep breath and started to play. He played a song that squeaked and fell silent every other note.
He dragged it on for the rest of the class. He played more songs than he could keep track of. When the bell rang he stopped and ran out, as the class, except for Alex and her group, clapped.
