fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

So everyone else had, like, dramatic backstories and reasons to show up here and stuff. Which was fine, you know, if you were emotionally in the zone enough to go to those kinda lengths. Denise had just been, you know, chilling with her dad last night watching some hockey guys really pound in on each other - no, seriously, really get into it. One of them broke a rib or something, which was kinda cool.

Then she'd been dropped off at the airport, gotten a ticket stuffed into her hands, and that was that. No reason to get all dramatic and touchy-feely about it.

And now it was Saturday morning and she was on the airport. Sitting around. Chugging water and listening to her discman while watching the kids down the hall, trying to figure out how they were gonna croak. Sure, there was some kind of shuttle supposed to show up, but it wasn't there yet. A girl had to keep herself busy.

She figured the dweebs starting to mill around the terminal were probably classmates or something. Lame.

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"What, do they live under a rock?" He glanced back towards the group again, noticing how some of them were dressed. "Actually, that might not be too far off. I'm Jason, by the way. Jason Todd, nice to meet you." See, he still remembered how to have manners.

Tim's expression went completely blank for a moment as he locked down any reaction. If this was someone's idea of a joke it was not funny. If this was one of Bruce's tests - no. Not with Jason.

If this were something else?

Act normal. Tim drew on all his acting training (thanks, Alfred) to keep his voice casual. "Did you see the guy in the red?" he asked, nodding at Deadpool. "Vice-Principal."

And here Jason thought food was Alfred's best talent. He had so much to learn. He looked back and forth between Tim and the guy in red with increasing disbelief. "We are going to a school, right? And not some kind of asylum?"

"My dad said it was a school," Tim said. "I'm starting to doubt it myself."

"It's supposed to be a school, for summer classes and--" Jason cut himself off before he said anything about training, not wanting to weird Tim out, or have him start asking questions. "--And camping and all that summer stuff. Maybe this is like a really elaborate hazing, right from the start."

"God, I hope so," Tim sighed.

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