Gotham High: Story Of The Dark Siders
2
Waylon Jones
Bruce smiled charmingly as he sat in Principal Sharp's office two days later. He sat there with a bruised cheek and a equally bruised fist. Beside him sat Waylon Jones, the biggest wrestler and football player in the entire school, who didn't seem much hurt. They both may had seemed calm and collected, but inside was a storm raging for the other to just jump off the tallest building in Gotham. Principal Sharp sat at his desk as he addressed both Mr. Wayne and Mr. Jones.
"Now boys", He began. "Would you mind explaining to me as this little 'incident' accrued?", He asked giving them both pointed looks. Bruce and Waylon glanced at each other, not sure who should begin first.
Sharp sighed at this and turned to Waylon. "Mr. James. Would you care to explain first?"
"Gladly", His deep voice grunted. "It all started at P.E. Two periods after lunch. I was hanging and chilling with my friends when suddenly...".
Waylon sat on the bleachers in the gym with Victor Fries, Mark Desmond and Thomas Blake as the others in the physical education class were playing a good game of indoor soccer. He starred off a little in space as Mark and Victor talked while Tomas was texting his cousin, Selina.
Before Waylon realized anything a ball suddenly punched him in the face. He stumbled against the bleachers a little as he clutched his face while people started laughing. He glared at them making most stop while he scanned the room.
"Sorry man!", Someone yelled from across the room. Waylon glared harder at the man who was Bruce Wayne.
"You'll be more than sorry bub", Waylon proclaimed before making a beeline for Bruce. A few punches, a bunch of teachers and a lot of students chanting later both boys found themselves in Principal Sharp's office.
"Is this true?", Sharp asked turning to Bruce. Bruce nodded not trusting if his jaw was ok enough. "Well, I've call both of your guardians. Sadly neither will be here until after school, so you'll both have to wait in the main office. Understood?"
Both boys nodded and slowly stood up. Slowly. And walked out the room. They glared at each other before going to site at different ends.
Bruce sighed tiredly as he settled into a seat and leaned against it. He couldn't wait for Alfred to get here.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Bruce groaned loudly making a few secretaries pity him while Waylon growled. Bruce lifted his backpack on his lap digging through a pocket before finding his phone.
"Hello",He answered in a slight groan.
"Whoa! Someone's not in the greatest of moods, are they?", John Stewart laughed. Bruce groaned again, softer this time. Bruce was almost not in the mood to talk to friends from Metropolis. Almost.
"John. Just got in a fight".
"A fight! God Bruce, I knew you'd rule the school, but I didn't think you'd go thug life on us", Bruce laughed at that. "So did ya win?"
"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't".
"Don't be an ass!", John joked. Bruce laughed too, even though it hurt.
"I'm not! I'm a man".
Jervis Tetch sat silently in the huge library somewhere at the back of Gotham High. He was re-reading Alice's Adventures In Wonderland for the millionth time. No matter how many times he read it he just couldn't get over the wonderful feeling that came with reading the story. Later, he noted, he'll go home and play Madness Returns. Again.
Jervis jumped when the library door opened and he heard two people yelling. Loudly. For him to!
"Jervis! Jervis! I know you're in here you little twack!", They screamed. Jervis sighed and slid the book back on the shelf. He had four more at home.
Jervis turned a corner and sighed loudly when he saw Arthur Brown and Floyd Lawton standing there. He SO did not like these guys.
"What?", He asked walking closer. Sadly.
"J wants to know how much longer it'll be until the mask is done?", Floyd asked. Jervis sighed staring ahead at a row of new books by the shelf.
'Wonder if they have Looking Glass', He thought before answering the two.
"It'll be ready at homecoming", Arthur and Floyd wide eyes at him.
"That's like a whole...month away!", Arthur claimed.
"I know. It's worth the wait though, I'm sure J will be very happy with the mask", Jervis claimed walking away. He paused taking the Looking Glass and headed towards the door. Now he had six of these.
Jonathan sighed to himself as he watched Oswald try to pour two chemicals, that didn't go together might he mind you, into a cylinder filled with soda flour. Jonathan pulled his hood up, tightened his googles and slid a little down his chair waiting for the small teen to fail in this project.
"Ah, Ozzy, I think your doing it wrong", Selina claimed from the other table. Jonathan snorted while Oswald glared at her, mostly due because she called him 'Ozzy', and continued to pour the chemicals together. Professor Strange stood at his desk and watched the poor child but didn't bother to interfere. He was suppose to be smart enough to know that red and purple didn't go together.
BOOM!
Half the class started laughing as the chemicals exploded all over the table Jonathan and Oswald sat at. Jonathan stood up quickly and gave Oswald a slight glare while the other stared in mass disbelief. How did this not work?
"Ah. Damn it all! This is why I'm a business man, not a scientist!", He claimed storming out the class. Jonathan rolled his eyes sitting at an empty desk while Professor Strange told his students the laws of being smart and stupid. Again.
"You don't look so good, Bruce", A voice said to him. Bruce sighed and opened his left eye to come face to face with pretty baby blues covered a little by blonde curls. Harleen Quinzel had worn booty shorts, no sleeved shirt, sneakers and a deniem jacket today. And whoa was she looking fine. Like silk Latin fine, with a little spirit on top. "I heard you got into a fight with Jaws over there", She said tilting her head towards Waylon who was currently snoring away. "Did you win?", Excitement in her eyes.
"Not exactly", Bruce claimed and watched as Harley pouted. Oh, God that was adorable. Why is she dating Jake dammit?!
"To bad. Although, Jake did predict ya probably didn't and I never really doubt him", Bruce sighed when Harley mentioned Jake. Harley walked past Bruce and sat down in the sit next to him. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. I did".
"I just don't get it Harley. Why do you stay here, it's full of the smartest kids with the worst problems", Harley giggled.
"That's why", She awnsered. Bruce looked at her and Harley smiled. "When I get out of her, I'm planning to be a doctor in Arkham Asylum", She declared proudly.
"You mean, the place on Arkham Island?"
"The same place".
"Why?", Harley sighed.
"I don't really know, ya know. Extreme personalities just spark my attention!", She giggled.
"I can tell. You hang out with the craziest people around here", Bruce laughed.
"Oh, yeah. Did you know, I'm real close friends with Bane".
"Bane-?".
"Harleen, the posters are ready", A secertary said from behind the desk.
"Thank you!", Harley shouted jumping up. "Later Bruce", She smiled walking off. Bruce watched as Harley took the posters and quickly left. Life is just so unfair sometimes.
"What the hell Bruce!", Diana claimed as Bruce suddenly backed into her. They were both currently trying to play a good game of high school hide in seek after hours with John, Clark, Barry, Arthur anf J'onn.
Bruce sighed heavy as the flock of bats that had been hiding in the outside gardens flew away.
"Sorry. Phobia of bats", Bruce smiled. Diana frowned.
"I get it Bruce. But, don't shout. They could have hid other places if one of them saw us".
"I think Clark would have seen us anyways", Bruce smiled.
"Not funny".
"Master Bruce are you listening to me?!", Alfred asked. Bruce sighed and looked over at him. Alfred was getting old. He was that type of old that was already had one patch of grey and didn't bother dying it. Alfred was really getting old. "I don't understand why you chose to go to that school".
"Barry said it was a good idea".
"And are Barry's ideas ever reliable?"
"Diana agreed. It has the top scores-".
"And the worst reputation".
"My parents went there, Alfred", Alfred sighed. Always the parents bit.
"I know, Master Bruce. My father did drive him to and from school".
And afterwards, Bruce was still grounded.