Fic: School Days
Title: School Days
Fandom: DC
Characters: Tim Drake/Dick Grayson
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1, 470
Author's Notes: This was originally just a little drabble but it sort of turned into this nonsense. I don't even know. I guess I kind of hate school right now.
Since becoming Robin Tim had quickly realised that it was difficult to act like you weren't a highly trained vigilante, when you were, in fact, a highly trained vigilante. He had trained for years to be the best that he could and it was unendingly frustrating to pretend to be normal. And it was starting to get even more irritating than usual, although that probably had to do with the new school.
It was especially annoying when he had to put himself in harm's way just to put up the 'I'm-totally-not-dangerous-enough-to-easily-murder-you-all' act. Just that morning he had been walking across the field when a bunch of kids who were mucking around with a football had miss-kicked it. Tim had his back turned but he had known the ball was coming and had been unable to quickly duck aside because that would have been "suspicious behaviour" and that was Not Allowed, according to Bruce. So Tim now had a nice bruise on the back of his head that he just knew he was going to bump on everything for the rest of the week.
Gym was most definitely the worst though. For starters he had to get changed in one of the bathroom stalls, rather than the locker room. He'd learnt that lesson the hard way at his previous school. He'd been half naked before he'd realised Bernard was staring at him with a horrified expression. Tim barely even thought about the scars that littered his body, but apparently Bernard wasn't used to seeing teenagers with an abnormal amount of scar tissue. That little confrontation had gone well.
Every exercise they did in Gym was so easy it made Tim want to bash his head against a wall. He hated having to pretend to trip over his own feet, having to struggle on the rope climb. Tennis was the only sport he didn't have to pretend to be terrible at, which was surprisingly refreshing as well as incredibly irritating.
A basic chem prac was hardly challenging when one could analyse one of Ivy's sex pollens whilst a very horny Blue Beetle was kissing one's neck, and then whip up an antidote before Titans Tower turned into orgy central. Although quite frankly, Tim did have his doubts about the nature of the "sleep overs" that the original Titans had held, and he had a feeling that orgy central might have been an apt description at the time.
Unfortunately for Tim, the one time he wasn't being a Bat and paying attention to everything around him was the one time he should have been. He'd been mentally going through his training regime when he accidentally bumped into the resident bully.
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Kurt Moresby was outraged, that little new kid had just bumped into him, and that kid was more solid than he looked. Kurt had actually staggered, in front of his gang. The punk was definitely going to pay.
The kid had dropped his books but made no move to collect them as Kurt towered over him. He was small and Kurt grinned in the knowledge of an easy victory.
"Hey you little shit, what do you think you're doing," Kurt sneered and his friends laughed.
He watched the kid, eyes narrowing when the kid tensed and then relaxed, shifting his weight.
"You think you can fight me punk?" Kurt mocked.
The kid raised his head to look at Kurt, his eyes were unfocused but he blinked slowly and when he opened them peered directly into Kurt's eyes. Kurt staggered back again. He was really going to teach this kid a lesson.
But that goddamn brat was still staring at him and Kurt shifted uncomfortably. Bright blue eyes sparkled with a promise of violence that Kurt had never seen before.
Kurt was aware of his gang standing behind him, they were going to start wondering why the hell he hadn't already bashed this kid into the ground but the look in those eyes stilled him.
"I really wouldn't if I were you," the little punk said and his voice was quiet and sharp and so goddamn dangerous that Kurt actually took a step backwards.
Kurt glared and started walking past the kid.
"I'll get you later you little wanker," Kurt threatened.
The look the kid gave him told Kurt that he thought it was an empty threat.
But Kurt just grinned inwardly and walked past with his friends following.
As Kurt turned the corner at the end of the hallway he saw another kid helping the brat pick up his books, gushing about how lucky he was.
"I guess he just figured I wasn't worth his time," the punk replied, his voice sounding stressed and nervous and Kurt wondered if he had imagined the whole exchange.
When the kid looked over his shoulder directly at Kurt and that look of violence passed across his face again, Kurt suppressed a shudder and hurried along.
He was going to learn that brat's name and get him when he least expected it.
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Tim was walking through an alley on his way home from school when suddenly six figures stepped out in front of him. He really needed to consider his actions more carefully, because seriously, an alley, how dense was that.
He dropped his bag and shifted into a fighting stance just as the figures stepped out of the shadows.
"Oh crap," he muttered under his breathe.
"Yeah, that's right punk," Kurt Moresby leered, swinging something in his hand.
A crowbar, Tim realised. How depressingly fitting.
Moresby's friends were wielding various weapons, mostly baseball bats but one had a lead pipe of some sort.
"This isn't a good idea Kurt," Tim said steadily, dropping his voice an octave and using the calm, commanding Robin tone of voice.
"You think you can threaten me, you fag," Kurt sneered.
Tim sighed and resigned himself to this fight, hopefully if he beat them quickly enough and hard enough they would be too embarrassed to tell anyone about it.
"Firstly, I am not homosexual," Tim explained as he ducked from a swing of Kurt's crowbar.
"And secondly, I know I can threaten you," Tim smirked.
He shot out a hand and grabbed the crowbar, twisting it from Kurt's grip and tossing it aside. He stepped to the side as another of the group came at him with a bat. Tim lashed out with his hand, using his palm to jar under the guy's jaw, sending him reeling backwards.
All of them rushed him them, but Tim merely jumped into the air, twisting to put his hands on one guy's shoulders with his own feet in the air. He used his momentum to push the guy over backwards, and just before the guys head smashed against the ground Tim pushed off and landed with his back to the group.
He dodged a swing of a bat and leapt to the side, grabbing hold of a fire escape and using it to leverage himself into the air. He pushed off from the side of the wall and landed with his feet on one of the guy's chests, knocking him over, the impact against the ground sending the attacker into unconsciousness.
Tim grinned to himself, this was far too easy and far too much fun.
As two more of the guys came at him Tim jumped into a handstand, doing the splits and whipping his feet out to kick them in the head. They went down for the count.
Tim instantly regretted his fun when a dark shadow dropped into the alley. If that was Batman he was going to die.
The shadow quickly grabbed the hair of the two guy's left and bashed their heads together, knocking them out.
"Are you unharmed citizen?" a soft voice taunted.
Tim mentally thanked every god he could name. Dick grinned at the look of relief on Tim's face and reached out to ruffle the boy's hair.
"Oh, thank you so much for saving me, masked avenger," Tim mocked as he poked Dick in retaliation for the hair ruffling.
"T'was but nothing, gentle citizen," Dick just barely managed to keep a straight face.
"How can I ever repay you?" Tim asked.
He draped his arms around Dick's neck and pressed against him. Tim plastered an innocent expression on his face and blinked up at Dick through thick eyelashes.
"I can think of one way," Dick practically purred as Tim began kissing his neck.
"But, we can hardly do that here, do you perhaps know somewhere more suitable?" Tim drawled.
"I have a friend who lives near-by, he's busy at the moment and I am sure he won't mind me borrowing his apartment," Dick replied with a wink.
Dick wrapped his arms around Tim and shot a grapple up to the roof, easily pulling them both up.
School still sucked, Tim decided, but this more than made up for it.