Hey guys! :D
Randomkitty101: You got your request! :D
Shadowed Violin: NEVER! I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna kill Babs, but there was a hint in the last chapter in one paragraph, about Richard and the Batlogo, and I'll give you a hint that Babs does get injured in this. (But she won't get no sympathy ;D)
Somebody: (Sorry I have forgotten your username) But thanks to whoever commented that Romani is, indeed, only a spoken language! That means that everybody uses Romanian when making Dick speak Romani... Hmm...
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"Traught? Aster? Whelmed? I thought I told you stop demolishing the English language." Mr. Cliffe chuckled, checking messages on his phone.
"You did." Dick replied, calming down from his earlier outburst, but nonetheless still crying.
"I thought s- One second please," answered, putting his phone to his ear. "Hello, Mr. Wayne."
Dick brought out his Samsung Galaxy S8 (Being a billionaires son helped get things early) and hid it from the teachers forest-green eyes.
He typed the password and opened the internet browser. He clicked to enter a website address and typed a code.
Bing: R0B1NHA3K:D
A picture of the Justice League logo opened and closed as soon as it had come. Once the logo was gone, there were two boxes, one for a username, and one for a password.
Username: ROBINB01JLABATS
Password: *************t
The R insignia of Robin showed and he tapped a box saying `Backup Requests & Priority Alphas`
He was greeted with a message box.
"Code Indigo, SI, Child Abuse, possible, may be overlooked." Was what he typed into the screen of his phone. He pressed send and closed the window, deleting it from his history and looked back up to the teacher, of whom was talking to his adoptive father.
"Commissioner Gordon... No, not at all... Of course, why on earth would I lie about this?" Mr. Cliffe barked. He was clearly fuming. Dick guessed it was either at Bruce's anger that he was pissed off, or the lack of long sentences from Bruce, as he had a tendency to only reply with `yes` and `no` and not elaborate.
He felt a slight vibration from the pocket holding his phone, signalling that a member of the JL had replied, but he left it in his pocket, not risking being seen using his phone at a time like this.
The tears had yet to stop falling, but he was less worked up. His eyes were pink and big, and his cheeks were red a puffed, the two things he hated about crying.
"Fine. Mr. Grayson, he wishes to speak to you." The teacher literally growled, holding out the phone for Richard to take.
Dick took hold of the little, grey rectangle, holding it up to his ear.
"Hey, Dick."
"Hey, dad."
"You okay?"
"Depends whether you're okay."
"I'm... peachy."
"Peachy? That's my thing!"
"... Did you contact `Uncle Clark`?"
"I tried, Uncle Barry may get though. Or Aunt Diana, or Aunt Dinah, or Uncle Ollie, or Uncle Hal, or Uncle John, or Uncle John, or Uncle John, or Aunt Sheyera, or Uncle Billy, or Aunt-"
"I do not need a recap of your `Uncles` and `Aunts`, Dick."
"I know, I just like annoying you!"
"Yeah, well unless we find a cover story for you injuries, you won't be able to annoy me anymore."
"Don't s-say that!"
"Sorry, Chum... But I want to ask you one thing."
"Yeah? What is it, dad?"
"You don't think the scars are my fault, do you?"