A/N: Last chapter before the new year! Hope you all have a good night and a better year.
Rose stormed back into her bedroom where her father was still waiting for her, crossing his arms and sitting on her bed like a petulant child.
"I want you to realize how definitely, profoundly wrong this is," she began her speech, staring the headmaster down.
"Rose, you don't understand," Slade said, beginning his own monologue.
"You are ruining his life, do you even see that? You're forcing him into this crappy… whatever you call this for your own gain. He won't do anything but study, this can't be good for his body or his mind. I don't think he's even sleeping well, do you see that? Of course not. Does he even want to be… with you? At all? Did you even think to ask?"
"That is not what this is about-" Slade started again, but Rose continued:
"This in no way is going to end up well for you, either! Dad, he's like eighteen! This is just barely not statutory rape. It certainly won't look good in any court, and his dad is Bruce freaking Wayne. Not to mention that the school board most certainly won't want a headmaster who molests his students. And this will get out. Even if you didn't intend for me to see… that… which I hope to god was the case, it wasn't going to stay a secret. In fact, if you don't tell the school board what's been going on, I will. I dare you to test me about this."
Slade stood from his daughter's bed, patting her head with his hand. "Thank you for your concern."
He walked out of her bedroom, leaving Rose seething, her hands clenched into fists. She took a deep sigh and grabbed her cell, first texting Robin, Are you okay? I'm sorry, and then making a call.
"Can I speak to the head of the school board? It's important."