Disclaimer: I really don't own the Titans.
Warnings: Slight language.
Oh and for the record, I have nothing against janitors. And Baron's memory is spotty/lacking some details with good reason, so please don't review saying I have missed something about succession and what have you.
I missed it on purpose.
It would be stupid to say that his takeover had happened suddenly. However much Baron wanted to believe that, he couldn't. He had seen it coming. They all had. It was sad in a way, he based his existence on the ability to protect those around him (using force, but whatever) and the one thing that he might have at least tried to prevent, he sat back and let slide. But it didn't really matter anymore, because Brother Blood was headmaster now.
He had just wanted so badly to protect them. He was one of the only reasonable students at the Hive and it was his duty to stop anything from harming the little bastards, even if they caused it themselves.
Why had he not done anything?
It had happened slowly, in stages that were fairly obvious to those observant. He was observant. All of the students were for that matter; it was part of the profession. Brother Blood began rising in ranks, it was almost funny, in the ironic sort of way that had you halfway between laughing and beating something into a pulp. He had begun as the janitor. The janitor. Not even a fucking teacher with some sort of authority. The sweeper of the hallways. Jesus Christ, how low could they sink?
He was the one that cleaned up everyone's messes. All of Billy and Elliot's mishaps were swept up by their current headmaster. And if Baron had known better, he might have been able to stop him from filing away their misdemeanors for future use. As it was though, hopefully the kids would be okay. What could he do at this point?
Maybe the headmaster had gotten tired of cleaning up after their possibly defective school? Maybe he had wanted to rise to the greatness he so rightly deserved? Wait, what? Never mind. So maybe he was destined for more. Whatever.
Point was, he rose through the ranks slowly, but easily. And they had ignored it too. Angel had called him all sorts of names, looking disdainfully down at him as she commented on his need to 'achieve some authority to make up for his useless days' and that he would 'wash out soon.' Bailey just didn't care. As for him, well, he should have known better.
All of a sudden, or perhaps not so suddenly, the corrupt and deficient headmistress who had taken in them in was gone. Wait, who? He vaguely remembered someone being before Brother Blood, but he could only recall a face, and soon, not even a face. It was fading. It always faded.
He should have rebelled. Beaten the crap out of the man. Something. Something to stop the obvious alterations of authority. Brother Blood being headmaster wasn't okay, it just wasn't.
Except, it wasn't so bad, really. Baron would certainly never like the man, that much was certain, but he wasn't actually as bad as most of the other authority figures in the world. He certainly outshone the crackpot leader of the Brotherhood of whatever. So, really nothing needed to be done, they were fine after all.
And once again, Baron forgot what he had been worried about in the first place.