Hey guys! Back already!
As I've been saying, I'm going to be updating more often, though not quite this often.
So, since I've mostly gotten intros done, I'll start taking requests. No lemons, but tell me what you want and I may put it in. I have my own ideas too, but not enough for the whole story.

Looking at the paper in my hand, I read the first class on the list: Notable Figures in History: Mr. Ross Ghul

Ah. Great. History. A class where you don't have to think first thing in the morning. Always a welcome site.

The campus was pretty large, and it took me maybe ten minutes to get there. When I arrived in the room, I saw that most of my class was already asleep. An unmistakable sign of history class. It was a surprisingly large room, decorated with various artifacts, such as a suit of samurai armor in the far corner. It was a little dark, but it wasn't hard to make out the tall bookshelves that filled most of the wall. On them were all of the classics. Not a bad collection at all actually, though they looked a little old

"All first editions, naturally," I turned to see the man I recognized as Mr. Ghul standing behind me. He had a slight middle eastern accent, and a deep, commanding voice. He looked like he was trying to be friendly, but something was a little... offsetting about him. Sticking out his hand, he introduced himself, "Ross Ghul. You probably don't remember me, Bruce, but I was a friend of your father's back in the day."

"I don't, but it's nice to meet you now," I shook it.

"Well, go on and find your seat Bruce. We'll be starting in a moment," I nodded and, after looking around some, saw Harvey in a corner and went to sit by him. I didn't recognize anyone else, but Croc sprinted in as the bell rang, with a busted lip. He took a deep breath, then went to sit with his teammates.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Ghul announced, stepping in the front of the classroom, "Welcome to Notable Figures in History. In case you don't remember from the assembly yesterday, my name is Ross Ghul, and I'll be teaching this class," he turned around and started writing on the board.

"So Bruce, how was your morning?"

"Short and hung over," I turned to face Harvey, "Yours?"

"I don't drink," he admitted almost shyly, "So not bad really."

"Good for you then," I clapped him on the back.

"Napoleon Bonaparte," Ghul announced, turning back to us, "What do you know of him? One at a time now."

Someone slowly raised their hand, "He was a French military dictator in the early 19th century, following the French Revolution."

He grinned, "Very good, mister..."

"Sage," the student replied, "Vic Sage."

"All right. Very good, Mister Sage," he looked at the class, "He is absolutely right. He was a dictator, ruled France, and all that. But he also carried a miniature portrait of his wife into every battle he was in. Let's try another one. Joseph Stalin?"

"Leader of the Soviet Union during and after World War II."

Ghul laughed, "Mister Sage is making everyone else look bad. Yes, that's what he's known for. But he was also an exquisite poet, who wrote under the nickname of Soselo. I highly suggest them if you're a fan of poetry," he looked at the class, "When you look through history, you see all of these larger-than-life figures. You see Thomas Jefferson, an american God, but never realize that he had an intense affair with one of his slaves. You objectify these people, make them more than what they seem. But, like us, they were but men and women. Flesh and blood. In this class, we will not learn history. We will learn people. We will learn what these people were like personally, whether their actions are viewed as good or evil in hindsight. Any questions?"

Not a single hand raised.

"Good," he nodded to the class, "Let me grab your syllabus," Ghul went to busy himself at his desk.

"Strange," Harvey mumbled, Very strange."

After class, I was quick to grab my stuff and head for the door, but he stopped me.

"Bruce!" Ghul called, raising his hand in beckoning, "Come here."

I did as he commanded.

"What did you think of my lecture today?"

"It was... Intriguing," I admitted, "Less than conventional, but it could turn out to be a very interesting semester."

"That it could," Ghul agreed, "By the way, as the son of Thomas Wayne, I feel obligated to help you with anything you may need. High school is an important time in a man's life. If you ever need anything, feel free to ask."

I nodded, a little embarrassed, "Thank you, Mister Ghul - "

"Ross is fine," he told me, "No need for formality. Oh yes, and I arranged for a tour for you at lunch."

"No need, Mis - er, Ross. I've got it, thanks though."

"No, I insist. Talia? You can come in now!"

I turned to see a girl walk through the door. She wore a white dress and sported long brown hair, "Bruce? This is my daughter, Talia. She's a sophomore, and will be your host on the tour."

"I, ah... I guess it would be nice to have a tour."

"Splendid!" Ross cried, "The two of you had best be off to class now, but she'll meet you at the stairs to the cafeteria at the beginning of break."

I nodded and ran off, but didn't hear the conversation that came next.

"So, father. What do you think of him?"

"Promising, but I need to be sure. We can't just let anyone in after all."

R&R! Hope you liked it!