A/N: Gotham Academy is located in Connecticut, and it's been speculated that Keystone High School, Wally's school, is located in Missouri. There is a one-hour time difference.
As a reminder, this is rated T for swearing and some minor adult innuendos. We are dealing with teenagers, after all.
Pretty much Crack!fic. You have been warned. This is a very whimsical piece. I do not recommend eating or drinking while reading, or being in a public place that would be bothered if you suddenly laughed out loud…
Oh, and there will be some Artemis/Robin friendship bonding :) Yay!
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice. Um, nor do I have anything to do with the NBA other than being infatuated with it and my favorite team :)
A Lingering Feeling
III. Spark
Thus nature has no love for solitude, and always leans, as it were, on some support; and the sweetest support is found in...friendship.
- Cicero
Gotham Academy
September 12, 8:00 EDT
As far as first days went, Artemis's fresh start at Gotham Academy was progressing smoothly. It wasn't in her nature to allow Murphy's Law to thrust itself into her life on such an occasion. If she could crack government-level security safes, navigate through dark labyrinths in abandoned buildings with nothing but moonlight peaking through dusty windows, and slip through crowds with the grace of a jungle cat, then opening her locker, searching for her classes, and moving through a high school hallway were as easy to her as shooting a stationary target in broad daylight with zero wind.
Of course, handling all the technicalities with precision didn't always translate to having a rocking good time. Even if she wasn't agitated by her new surroundings, she was lonely. She had not seen one familiar face, and no one had bothered to introduce themselves to "the new kid". She sighed and reluctantly took her out notebook and began jotting down the teacher's notes listlessly. She concluded that suffering seven hours of being a bored outcast five days a week was probably the least of her worries as a vigilante anyways.
Keystone High School
September 12, 9:00 CDT
"Only 168 more days to go," Wally grumbled as the bell rang and he dumped himself down into his chair, "only 168—oh who am I kidding this sucks."
He glanced at the whiteboard and saw the topic for the day was drawing Lewis structures for chemical compounds and slumped further into his chair with a bored sigh. He took out his cell-phone and began absentmindedly scrolling through it, pausing at Artemis's name. Hey, why not, he thought, desperate times call for desperate measures, right? And plus, maybe having her yell at him through text messages would keep him awake at the very least.
Gotham Academy
September 12, 10:03 EDT
Artemis was doodling half-hearted diagrams of arrows tips while listening to the teacher ramble about the topics on this year's AP Biology exam when a short buzz went off in her bag, startling her into almost dropping her pencil. She reached for her phone, and frowned at the notification for a good five seconds before opening the text message.
"Get your head shoved in the toilet yet, new kid?"
Of all the people to text her, she had least expected it to be Wally. Didn't he have better things to do than bother her this early in the morning? However, his message was a welcome relief to staring at the convoluted outline the instructor was meticulously drawing on the whiteboard. She briefly glanced up at the teacher, and then replied.
"No, but I'm sure YOU know all about that experience."
She rested the phone on her leg, and in the process glared at the skirt she was wearing. She had to conclude the most infuriating aspect about switching to Gotham Academy was their obnoxious school uniforms. Everyone wore crisp white collared shirts, an indigo and gold striped tie, and a black blazer with the school emblem. The boys wore black pants, and the girls wore black pleated skirts—an absolute abomination as far as Artemis was concerned. In addition, what kind of combination was indigo and gold? The only appropriate home for that absurd pair of colors was a circus tent.
Her phone buzzed a few seconds later. Wally was obviously on the same page of ennui as her.
"Yeah," his reply said. "Doing the shoving!"
Artemis rolled her eyes and typed back, "You shove yourself into the toilet bowl? Wow, desperate much?"
She managed to finish drawing about half of the tip of her arrow when her phone vibrated again. She looked down and had to cough loudly to stymie her laugh.
"That's how I wash my hair in the mornings. Jealous?"
"Before or after you take a crap?" she responded, furtively grinning at the ridiculous turn their conversation had taken. The resulting conversation quickly formed into one of their regular banters, and her drawings were left bare and unfinished.
"After ;) It's more environmentally friendly."
"I always knew you were a POS."
"Nah. I'm just THE shit."
"So instead of the red carpet you walk on toilet paper? Glamorous."
"And water :D"
"I bet that comes in handy during lifeguard duty, Bay-Watch."
"Whatever Arty the Scaredy Aardvark. Don't turn around! There's a demon right behind you! :O"
"Hey Robin! Guess what kind of boxers Wally has?"
"…I will personally make sure your room becomes, and remains, haunted."
"With what? Toilet bowls? Lol."
Keystone High School
September 12, 9:38 CDT
Wally had to hand it to that girl; she had an arsenal of ripostes, albeit irritating ones. In any case, at least class was flying by, which was unusual for a boy living in super speed. In addition, he sure wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, even if it was in the form of a silver-tongued and snarky archer.
"Well," he countered, "if you prefer poop to demons, then sure, I can arrange that."
"This is disgusting," came her reply after a brief pause."Why are we talking about poop."
"You started it!" he texted quickly back.
"BS! YOU did!"
Wally raised an eyebrow and quickly scrolled back through his sent messages. Oh, he admitted to himself, I guess I did with the whole toilet-thing…
Changing the topic, he asked her, "What's the difference between a knight and Santa's reindeer?"
"One's a biped and the other is a quadruped," she answered, obviously either not recognizing or ignoring the fact it was a joke.
"One slays the dragon, while the other is draggin' the sleigh!"
Gotham Academy
September 12, 10:50 EDT
Class ended just as Artemis received Wally's text, and she could finally laugh out loud. Several students around her shot her precarious glances, but she paid them no attention. Wally was such a dork, she concluded as she slipped into the flowing throng of people in the hallway. After quickly retrieving her book for the next class and finding the classroom with swift ease, she sat down in a desk near the back and pulled out her phone.
"That was actually pretty funny. +1 for you, Wal-man."
After she sent the message, Artemis quietly observed her surroundings. The teacher was busily writing away at her desk, and the classroom was still fairly empty as the majority of students preferred to linger outside until the warning bell, reminiscing about their summer vacations. She could briefly hear snippets about this yacht party and that shopping spree and oh my god did Regina dye her hair again? Artemis inwardly laughed, and imagined if she were to join in the conversation. Oh yeah, I lost my memory while in the Bialyan desert and got attacked by their army and a shirtless feral Superboy, and only escaped because Kid Flash had fast feet…nothing too spectacular.
Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her comical daydream.
"Do I get to redeem these points for something?" Wally asked in response.
Artemis smirked. Oh the things she could say back. "A hi-five," she replied smoothly, just as the bell rung and her classmates filed into the room.
"Bonjour!" greeted the teacher merrily, "Bienvenue à AP français! Nous allons commencer avec un quiz. Do not worry; this will not be graded. I just want to assess where you all are."
Artemis sighed and slipped her phone back into her bag. A foreign language was required for all students at Gotham Academy, and since she was quite fluent in French already, she figured AP French would be an easy A. She heard her phone vibrate just as she wrote her name on the quiz, and automatically glanced down. Hopefully Wally wouldn't assume her delay in response was caused by a lack of wit, or something equally false.
Twenty minutes later, Artemis turned in her quiz and quickly retrieved her phone.
"That better not be a hi-five to my face," Wally's message read.
She silently snorted and responded sarcastically, "No, to your ASS."
"It's fine, isn't it? Who wouldn't want to smack that, all on the floor…"
Great, now that song was stuck in her head, much to her aggravation, and when Artemis becomes aggravated, Artemis desires sneaky revenge. "I'll be sure to pass the message along to Robin ;)"
"Oh he knows :P So do Supey and Kaldur."
Artemis coughed. Hm, so Wally did know how to play along. "But I thought Bats was your dream-man :("
"Guys can't handle me anyways. That's why I go after the ladies."
"And the ladies run away from you," she jokingly argued. "Guess you'll just have to settle for asexual microorganisms."
"Mmm sexy binary fission."
Artemis's silent chuckled mixed with a grumbled from her stomach, and she looked up at the clock. There was still slightly less than 15 minutes before lunch time, but she wasn't sure if the uneasiness in her stomach was due to hunger or nervousness of having to fight her way through the lunch crowds. In her opinion, there really was nothing more depressing than eating alone. It was also such a gloomy scene to see someone satisfy a basic human need, but without the warmth of a companion.
She looked at her phone. Well, technically, she didn't have to be truly alone…
"Lunch is coming up," she texted with a sinking feeling. "This should be fun…"
"Teleport some food over here!"
Artemis gave a small smile. She had half-expected Wally to tease her status as a social pariah, but instead he just flipped something worrisome into yet another facetious situation.
"Tomato incoming to your face!" she replied.
"Silly Arty. Aardvarks don't eat tomatoes; they eat termites!"
"In that case…termites incoming to your pants!"
"No one can resist the party in there ;)"
She grinned mischievously. Oh, he had just set himself up perfectly…
"Yeah, I'm sure they'll have a ball with your wood."
Keystone High School
September 12, 10:46 CDT
Wally read Artemis's text and immediately slammed his head onto his desk. Everyone in the room jumped and the teacher spun angrily around from the whiteboard.
"WALLY! What on earth is going on?!"
Wally let out an excruciating coughing noise and gradually sat back up. His entire face was bright red—either from suddenly pancaking onto the surface of his desk, or from straining to contain his laughter.
"Sorry," he choked out, hiding his phone. "Saliva went down…the wrong tube."
The surrounding students snickered, and the teacher frowned but slowly turned back to the whiteboard. Granted, she was used to that Wally West saying strange things like that in class anyway…
Wally coughed a final time and pulled out his phone again. Artemis, you are one feisty creature… He was not going to give her the satisfaction of knowing he had nearly died from trying not to laugh.
"Jealous?" he teased back.
"You wish."
Gotham Academy
September 12, 12:07 EDT
Artemis was slightly taken aback by the sheer size of the cafeteria. It was an image straight out of a storybook college dining hall. On the far end was what seemed to be a vast buffet, and stretching towards her were mahogany tables with matching chairs, and Gotham Academy flags flying high above in the soaring ceiling. She tapped her phone to her chin and peered at the other students, observing how they formed a queue to the entrance of the buffet and swiped their student identification cards to gain access through a small turning gate. Right, she concluded, like getting onto the subway…a delicious smelling subway.
Before she could turn to find the end of the line, she was approached by a boy with smooth black hair, clear blue eyes, and a warm smile, and who could have been cute if he looked older. "Hi," he said, sticking out his hand. "You must be new here. My name's Richard, but everyone calls me Dick."
"Hi, nice to meet you," she shook his hand and smiled back. "I'm Artemis." She tilted her head and scrutinized the boy before her. "Your voice sounds familiar…have we met before?"
"Don't think so," Dick replied, his grin never faltering. "I think I would remember someone with a name as unique as yours." He turned around and beckoned to a group of people behind him. "Hey guys, come meet Artemis!"
Artemis looked behind him and saw a group of four approach them. One boy looked like a football coach's dream come true, while the other boy chattering away at his side reminded her of a lanky and hyper monkey. The two girls in the group also appeared to be complete opposites—one had large innocent green eyes and was wearing the brightest smile, while the other gazed calmly ahead of her with a characteristic of dark and silent mystery.
The first to slip in front of her was the gangly boy. "Hey there," he said, attempting to make his voice sound suave. He took her hand lightly in such a way that Artemis was afraid he was actually going to kiss it. "The name's Benji. Come here often?"
"Uh, no, I just transferred here," she responded, not quite knowing what to do with her hand.
"Stop that Benji," snapped the dark mysterious girl, swatting away his hand. "She's not going to curtsy for you." She turned to Artemis and gave the smallest hint of a smile, "I'm Rae. This is Zoey." She pointed at the other girl, who waved excitedly.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Artemis!" she responded in what was probably the sunniest manner possible. "And I adore your hair!"
"Thanks," replied Artemis, thinking if Zoey continued bouncing up and down she would probably float away from all that animated energy.
"My name is Vince, and I'm starving!" spoke the football-potential in a booming voice. He took a long whiff of the air and exhaled with satisfaction. "MmMM! I smell steak!"
He put an arm around Artemis's shoulders and steered her in the direction of the lunch line. "Come along little lady, I'll show you which are the best cuts."
"No way!" cried Benji, galloping along. "I'm sure she's all about the tofu stir-fry!"
"Man, nobody wants any of that nasty tofu stir-fry, B!" replied Vince, glaring down at Benji.
"Will you two stop it," came Rae's irritated yet placcid voice behind them. "You've been arguing about this since middle school. It's so pointless."
Artemis felt a slight tug of her ponytail and craned her neck to see Zoey staring with amazement at her blond strands. "In my country, no one has hair this golden!"
"Zoey's a foreign-exchange student," Dick whispered, suddenly appearing at Artemis's side. "She's pretty amazed at everything here."
"Yeah, that makes two of us…" she replied, staring at the buffet coming into view.
"Okay little lady," said Vince, "just swipe your ID, push through the gate, grab a tray, and help yourself to the best aspect of Gotham Academy!"
"And feel free to come back for seconds," added Dick, grinning. "Vince and Benji always do."
Artemis smiled back, and followed Vince's instructions. Upon entering, she quickly snapped a picture with her phone, and sent it to Wally. This would be sure to make him squirm in his seat with green, starving, envy…
And sure enough just as she sat down at a table with Dick and the rest of his friends, she received a text back from him that implied his jaw was probably twitching on the floor.
"WHAT IS THAT SEXY THANG?"
Artemis laughed and typed back, "Just our cafeteria. No big deal."
"Who are you texting?" asked Dick as he peered over. "Your BF?"
Artemis put the phone down and answered casually, "If by BF you mean 'Bored Friend', then yes."
"I like this girl," spoke up Rae, wagging her fork at Artemis. "She's quick with her tongue."
"Ooo," smirked Benji, "that's what—"
Rae shot him a piercing glare that even Artemis was jealous of, and the boy suddenly busied himself with digging through his vegetarian stir-fry. For some reason, Benji was beginning to remind Artemis slightly of Wally. The resemblance was a bit uncanny, although only personality-wise. Benji had at least a year at the gym if he wanted to physically resemble—
"So Artemis," said Dick, thankfully interrupting her thoughts, "you said earlier you transferred here. Where from?"
"Gotham North," she replied, and then added when she saw their perplexed expressions, "I got a full scholarship here during the summer."
"Oh you mean the Wayne Scholarship?" interrupted Vince, and when Artemis nodded, he let out a low whistle. "You must be something then. Only one student every couple of years receives that scholarship, right Dick?"
Dick ignored Vince and continued to chew his food. When he finished, he turned back to Artemis. "What's your schedule like? Maybe we have some classes with you."
Artemis reached into her bag for her schedule, and checked her phone simultaneously, reading Wally's newest response.
"Think they'll give Kid Flash a free meal if he shows up? :D"
She handed Dick her schedule and continued to goad Wally with her reply. "Mmm this porterhouse steak is just perfection…"
"Looks like we have Gym together," Dick observed, "and I think you have Sophomore English with Zoey and Benji."
"Hold on, you're a sophomore?" Benji barked incredulously while peering at her schedule, "And you're taking not one, not two, but three AP classes? AP Bio, AP Chem, and AP French?"
Artemis gave a nonchalant shrug while cutting through her food. "I've always been good at science."
"Yeah, but there's a difference between being good at something, and being a freaking prodigy at something."
Vince butted Benji out of the way and took her schedule from his hands. "Hey you're in my Bio class! Sweet!" He continued to pass her schedule to Rae.
Artemis's phone vibrated on the table and made a low guttural noise that turned everyone's heads.
"Oops, sorry," she apologized. Apparently wood was a great conductor of sound. She read Wally's bitter response of "I liked you better as a termite-eating aardvark" and made a "tch" sound through her grin.
"Whoa is that a gelato bar?" she texted back, knowing it was aggravating him—and his hunger—even more.
Dick impishly raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure that's not your—"
She waved him off. "Oh, give it a rest, Dick."
"I really like this girl," commented Rae, without looking up from Artemis's schedule. "And we have French together," she added, handing the schedule back to her.
"So, do you guys eat French fries while playing the French horn while learning how to French kiss in that class?" Benji howled hysterically at his own joke, while every at the table rolled their eyes.
Soon Vince and Benji started arguing about some video game, Rae and Dick tried to explain (albeit awkwardly) to Zoey that a "French kiss" was not "just kissing a French guy", and Artemis was on the side-lines once more—not that she minded, actually.
She looked down at her phone and saw Wally had countered her teasing with, "I'm upgrading that demon to priority overnight shipping."
She sighed. He was never going to let her live down being scared over that movie, but then again, she probably won't ever cease to threaten about telling the entire Team, and Justice League, about his choice of undergarments, so she supposed they were even.
Well, sort of; she did have this amazing cafeteria to brag about…
"Wow," she typed back, "you can also make your own ice-cream floats and smoothies!"
"I hope you gain 50 lbs by the end of the year," Wally sourly responded.
"Hey," she replied, "you're the fat-ass who never stops eating."
"Cuz these abs are OBVIOUSLY pure fat."
Artemis slowly lowered her phone, and fortunately at that moment the bell rang, distracting her from having to think about Wally's abs, which were definitely not pure fat…but she didn't have to admit that.
Keystone High School
September 12, 12:05 CDT
It wasn't unusual for Wally to crave this moment in the day during school, but after receiving the picture and accompanying texts of Gotham Academy's cafeteria, lunch really couldn't come any sooner. With his hyper-accelerated metabolism, the four-hour pause between breakfast and lunch was more than torture.
His phone buzzed just as he got in the lunch-line with his buddies, and he opened it to see Artemis's usual biting response.
"What abs?"
Two can play this game, he smirked inwardly, and he texted back, "Oh sorry, have you not met them? I'll be sure to walk around shirtless more often."
"Yo Wal-man," one of his friends poked him with his elbow, "finally got a girlfriend to text?"
"Yeah, your mom was just sending me some of her love," Wally answered promptly as he grabbed a tray.
His phone lit up with another text notification, but before he could check it, his friend grabbed it with a smirk. "Huh, I don't recall my mom's name being 'Artemis'."
"Would you rather me call her 'sugar-bums'?" Wally seized his phone back.
"Hey," interrupted another one of his friends named Phil, "only I'm allowed to call Ted's mom that."
Wally snickered and followed them to their table. He opened his phone when they sat down and nearly choked.
"Same here ;)" Artemis had replied.
"Wow, Ted's mom sending you risqué pictures or something?" laughed Phil, receiving a glare from Ted.
Wally typed heatedly back to Artemis, "MY EYES. THEY BURN," and then read a fake message out loud to his friends, "Please...do not…send…pics…of…naked…baby Ted. Love, Wal-man."
"Hey," countered Ted, "I was a cute baby."
"Yeah," Wally pretended to grimace."What happened?"
His phone buzzed a few minutes later and he shoved his cheeseburger into his mouth to free his hands and read Artemis's response.
"CLEARLY. SARCASM."
Wally let out a muffled and amused exclamation. He actually could clearly picture her in his head narrowing her eyes at him as she irately shouted those words.
Gotham Academy
September 12, 1:17 PM
"Dalton's atomic theory comprises of four parts…first, all matter is made of atoms…"
Artemis yawned and looked out the window next to her. She was pretty sure she learned this in middle school. Understandably, the mundane basics must be covered first before any of the more challenging aspects are introduced, but there were only so many diagrams of arrows and bows she could doodle onto her notebook. Even though she hated to admit it, having Wally to text was ironically saving her sanity.
Her phone lit up, and she opened the newest message from him.
"Aw man, so I just threw up my lunch for nothing?"
"Quick!" she texted back. "5 second rule!"
"You're gross. Brb PE. I hope it's track day so everyone can eat my dust :D"
"I hope it's football and you get pummeled."
Artemis smiled at the mental image of Wally getting comically dog-piled by Vince-look-alikes, and slipped her phone into her bag. And then suddenly she realized she smiled every time she received one of Wally's ridiculous messages. The thought troubled her slightly because it was so unexpected, but in a way it didn't surprise her. She smiled because they were humorous messages, right? She smiled because it was comforting not to be so alone during her first day at a new school, right?
She gazed out the window and her eyes rested on two pigeons resting on the immaculate green lawn, doing absolutely nothing but lazily staring off into the same direction. A stray breeze ruffled one pigeon's feathers, and the other turned to stare at it as if laughing at its disheveled look.
Or maybe she smiled because she honestly was starting to enjoy his company?
The pigeons suddenly took to the air and Artemis returned her eyes back to her notebook.
Nah, she laughed to herself, I still want to strangle him most of the time.
Gotham Academy
September 12, 2:10 PM
The first thing Artemis noticed when she stepped into the indoor basketball court was the crisp smell of fresh paint and wood.
"Coach says it was remodeled over the summer," spoke Dick as he appeared next to her.
"I can tell…" she replied, thinking of all the damage Amazo, Superboy, Kid Flash, and…wait a second. She turned to her side, but found that Dick had stealthily vanished, and when she looked for him, he was already on the other side of the court, dribbling a basketball and practicing his shots. She made a move to call his name, but the gym instructor arrived at that moment and blew his whistle, startling her out of her thoughts.
Apparently it was a gym class tradition to start off the academic year with a basketball game. Dick and another girl were chosen as team captains and point-guards, and to everyone's surprise, Artemis was Dick's first pick.
"You put a lot of faith in me," she whispered to him as the two teams walked towards the midcourt line.
He merely grinned. "You look like the sporty type." He then gestured for her to the center-circle for tip-off.
When the whistle blew, Artemis leaped up with lightning-fast reflex and swatted the ball towards Dick, and ran down the court with him, both dodging opposing players with fluid ease. Dick charged at the basket with the ball, but halted as the defense surrounded him. He swiftly feigned a left pass only to toss the ball daringly beneath a defender's stretched legs to Artemis on the three-point line. An opponent quickly blocked her from the basket, forcing her to turn around. She held the ball for a split-second—precisely just enough time to register at what angle the basket was behind her by observing her position on the line. She whipped around, and before the defender could register her movements, launched the ball cleanly through the basket. The coach blew the whistle, signaling a score, and the opposing team grabbed the rebound with a huff.
"Looks like I was right," Dick grinned, hi-fiving Artemis as they ran down the court.
The remainder of the game consisted majorly of Dick and Artemis executing flawless pick-and-rolls. He never missed an opportune and intuitive pass, and she never missed a shot with her eagle eyes and excellent coordination. By the end of the game, their team had won by a landslide of 47 to 28.
"Rock on," congratulated Dick as they walked out the gym, "You should join the team."
Artemis laughed. "Oh, pass. I'm pretty busy after school. How about you? You seem to have some NBA potential."
"Nah," he declined, "I have stuff after school too."
Artemis faced him and started to ask, "Hey, about that—"
But Dick hurriedly cut her off when they arrived at the locker rooms. "Anyway, I'll see you at lunch tomorrow! Lates!" And with a final friendly wave, he disappeared behind the doors.
Well, never mind then… Artemis turned and walked through the girl's locker room. She unraveled her hair-tie with one hand and opened her locker with the other, reaching first for her phone. She opened Wally's message and read, "If I get pummeled, then who's gonna text you all day to keep you company, Miss Lonely Newbie?"
She could have laughed out loud. Was Wally West actually being nice to Artemis Crock? Did someone just divide by zero while sitting on a flying pig?
She quickly changed and gathered her hair into a fresh pony-tail, and headed outside. She observed the line of shiny cars lined on the driveway, and made her way to the bus-stop across the street.
"Hey, for the record," she responded defensively as she waited for the bus, "I've already made friends :)"
"Oh. I feel so used :'("
Yeah right he feels sad, she laughed to herself. The bus arrived and she climbed on board, seeking out a vacant seat next to a window. She tapped her phone on her knee rhythmically and observed as pristine green lawns bordered with white picket fences gradually gave way to dusty abandoned yards and barbed wire. She let her thoughts travel back to her oppressive mood at the beginning of the day, and contrasted it to how light her heart felt right now.
"But…Thanks," she finally texted back, "for being there for me on my first day."
Keystone High School
September 12, 2:19 CDT
The first thing Wally did when he received Artemis's text was lock the message against being auto-deleted—most definitely not for sentimental reasons, but as proof of her genuinely thanking him. It was…a souvenir of sorts, and possible blackmail material, should such an opportune moment arise.
But even so, he smiled as he typed a response.
"Psh I was only texting you cuz school's THAT boring. But you're welcome. +1 for me again? :)"
"Geez, how many hi-fives to your face do you want?"
Gotham City
September 12, 3:34 EDT
"Hi Artemis," her mom greeted her when she stepped inside the apartment. "How was school today?"
"It was…" Artemis felt her phone vibrate and looked down to see a new text from Wally. She looked back at her mom and smiled. "It was actually pretty good."
A/N: Dick is less flippant than Robin, don't you agree? So, did anyone catch who his friends are modeled after? I'll give you a hint—they also aired on Cartoon Network as a super-hero team :)
I love reading and responding to all of your reviews, by the way. They totally make my day—I know it sounds cliché, but I'm not exaggerating—so keep them coming! :)
P.S. The French teacher's words, translated: "Good morning/Hello! Welcome to AP French! We will start with a quiz." French and English are pretty related so I'm sure all you brilliant people deduced the translation already :)