Chapter 4: Gotham Academy

Jason's POV

This is freaking ridiculous. Why am I still in school? It's not my fault I failed two freaking grades. I'm eighteen years old. I'm a freaking adult. The uniforms are so freaking lame, you're not allowed to fight, everyone's so freaking stuck-up, the teachers call you by your last name, and worst of all they make you freaking learn, and if you don't, you fail.

"Jay, you need to get up." Tim said while opening the door to my room. He was already dressed in his freaking uniform. As always, he was the first one dressed and completely ready.

In response, I rolled over and groaned.

He proceeded to walk over to me. "Jay, we're gonna be late if you don't get up." He declared while shaking my shoulder.

I growled in response.

"Todd! I demand you vacate this room and take me to school!"

Great, I now had the Demon in my room. He started to tap his foot impatiently.

"Grayson!"

Oh God no! Not Dick! Why do I live with morning people? Can't they just go back to sleep?

Dick came running into the room. "What's wrong!"

"I demand you make Todd get out of bed!"

The next moment I felt Dick's entire weight come crashing down onto my back. "Get! Off! Me! Now!" I growled.

"Come on Jaybird, you need to get up. You have school. You have ten seconds to get up or I'll tell Bruce what actually happened to his favorite Lamborghini." He said in a cheery voice.

********Break********

Half an hour later, we were all seated at the table for breakfast. Twenty minutes later Damian and Tim were fighting over who gets shotgun, while I slipped behind the wheel of my Hummer and quickly locked the passenger door. They both climbed into the back.

Because for some apparent reason rich people have to live outside the city limits; so it took another thirty minutes just to get to the freaking school.

The three of us separated; Tim went to his seventh grade class, Damian went to his fourth grade classroom, and I decided to stay in the student parking lot for a smoke. I inhaled the Heavenly scent of the smoke. A sudden ringing broke my focus.

Damn. There goes the bell. Oh well I'll try again tomorrow. I can always make Tim do my homework anyway.

"Mr. Todd-Wayne!"

Oh shit! Teacher. Practically choking on the smoke, I yanked the cigarette from my lips and stashed it in my pocket. Turning around, I answered him. "Yes sir?" I said innocently.

"Were you just smoking?"

Plastering a shocked look on my face, I answered, "Of course not! Smoking could kill you!"

"Is there a reason you're not in class?"

"Well… ah… you see… my… my little brother forgot his homework in my car and I was going to get it for him, because he was afraid he'd be late. He has this perfect attendance thingy and you know….." I said innocently.

"Which brother?"

My first instinct was to say Tim but he's the worst liar ever and he's never forgotten his homework. "Damian."

Damian's POV

"Hey Damian!" Colin cried brightly while walking up to me.

"Colin." I extended my head in acknowledgment.

"Um isn't that Jason?"

Why is Todd here? I knew he was stupid, but if these imbeciles think they can put him in my class, then they-

"Damian. I can't find your homework anywhere. Are you sure you didn't leave it at home?" his face was pleading. Oh this will be interesting blackmail.

Smiling sweetly, "Actually, it was in my backpack the entire time. I'm sorry I made you late for class but that's why you're the bestest big brother ever." I then threw my arms around his waist and hugged him. He bent down to my level and returned the hug.

Whispering into my ear, he asked, "What's this gonna cost me?"

Smiling even bigger, "You'll find out."

Tim's POV

"Hi, Tim!"

Dropping my books, I turned around to see Stephanie smiling at me.

"….. um hi." I managed to stutter out. For some reason I couldn't help but be extremely nervous around her.

"Would you like to be my partner for the science project?"

I nodded my head.

"Great! I'll call you later." She said cheerfully, before right as the bell rang.

Oh my God. She's gonna call me later. She-

My thought process was interrupted because Bryce Taylor just slammed me into a locker.

"What do you think you're doing talking to my girl!"

"I … um… I-"

He slammed me back against the locker. We both turned to see a teacher coming down the hall.

"Keep your mouth shut. I'll see you after school."

Jason's POV

The day went by so freaking slow. I mean it takes less time for Tim to get sarcasm or for Damian to grow a heart then it does spending an entire day in school. I was literally ready to slam my head against the door. Finally the bell!

Jumping up, I headed straight for my freedom.

"Mr. Todd-Wayne."

Damn. I knew it was too good to be true.

*******Break*******

I received a lecture about the effects of not paying attention in class. Ten minutes later I was on my way. Walking out, I noticed a group of kids circled around something. Tim.

It was three against one. They were definitely bigger than he was. Tim had just turned twelve at the end of September. He could easily pass for a nine year old. He was barely 4'10 and he weighed around 90 pounds soaking wet. He probably wouldn't get much bigger either.

Two of the boys pinned his arms behind his back, while the other raised his fist.

Tim's POV

Before Bryce could hit me, a larger fist encircled his. Jason. The other two released me and backed away slowly. Jason was extremely intimidating. He was 6'2 and weighed around 220 pounds of pure muscle.

I then heard a cracking sound. Jason had just broken Bryce's hand. Bryce started screaming. Jason wrapped one hand around his neck and slammed him into the wall. Bryce stopped screaming and possibly breathing. I noticed a stain starting to spread around his pants.

Jason was extremely pissed. I could hear the venom in his voice. He growled, "If. You. Ever. Touch. Him. Again.-"

He was cut off by our approaching principle.

Bruce's POV

Damn it! I slammed the phone down on the receiver.

"Bruce, what's wrong?" Dick asked me, while looking concerned.

"Jason's in trouble again. Let's go."

*******Break*******

We walked in and saw Damian and Tim sitting on the bench outside of the principal's office. I handed Dick the keys to my car. "Take them home, apparently I have a meeting."

I opened the door to the office and saw Jason sitting in the chair looking incredibly pissed.

"What did he do now?"

"He was caught smoking this morning and he broke the hand of a seventh grader."

Turning towards Jason, I asked, "Is that true?"

He only shrugged.

I turned back towards the principle. "Mr. Wayne I think it would be in everyone's best interest if Jason were transferred to another school. Fighting is strictly against the rules and he has not kept up with his grades."

Jason's POV

Did she say transfer? Yes!

"No. He needs to be at this school. It offers the best education in Gotham."

I stared at Bruce's words in horror. What?

"Well, since you are one of our finest supporters and your grandfather was a founding member, we might be able to overlook the incident. However, if Jason cannot bring his grades back up, then I'm afraid he'll have to repeat the year. As a matter of fact, it may be better to move him down a grade."

No! Not another year in this hellhole! I grabbed Bruce's arm, "Daddy! I'm sorry! I'll do better! I promise! I'll study! Tim can tutor me! Please don't make me start over!" I pleaded with him.

*******Break*******

Bruce's POV

We walked towards Jason's Hummer. "I'll be needing your keys."

He looked like I had just slapped him or something. "But."

"Now." I said in a deadly voice.

"Oh and Jason, you're grounded for a month. No TV, computer, video games, patrol, car, friends, and fun. And if I ever hear of you smoking again, you will regret ever picking that cigarette up."

*******Break*******

As soon, we got home. I stomped up the stairs and slammed the door to my room shut. Tim was sitting on my bed.

"I'm sorry I got you in trouble."

I sighed, "It's okay."

"Are you mad at me?" he asked quietly.

Sitting down beside him, I said, "No, Babybird. I'm never mad at you. You okay?" he nodded. "What was that fight about?"

He only shrugged.

"Jay, thanks for having my back."

I smiled at him. "No problem. I highly doubt that asshole will ever bother you again."

Then the door opened and in walked Damian.

"Todd, Titus needs a bath."

"And I care because…"

He smiled darkly. "You owe me remember. Hurry up. That's only the first thing on your list."