“Rise and shine, kitten. Time for your first day of school!” Selina ripped the blankets off a still sleeping Jason, causing the teen to groan and pull the pillow over his head. 

“Five more minutes…” Jason begged, tightening his grip on the pillow lest Selina try to take it from him. 

Selina chuckled at Jason’s actions, walking over to the light switch. She turned the lights on, stopping in the doorway. “You have two minutes before I send Isis in for you.”

“Isis loves me!” Jason called back, causing Selina to chuckle more. Jason groaned, rolling over and out of bed. He made his way to his bureau and grabbed out clothes for school, getting dressed before he head out into the living room. Selina was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast when Jason slumped down in the chair at the table. "Do I have to go to such a prep school? I mean, why is it even called a prep school? What are they prepping for?"

Selina smiled over at Jason. "I think that's just the name they decided to give those schools. Besides, it won't be too bad. You might make some friends."

Jason took the cup of coffee Selina offered him, a skeptical look on his face. "I am not going to school to make friends. I go to school to learn."

Selina shrugged. "Hey, you never know. You might actually like it there."

She placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him, sitting down across from him. Jason took a bite, looking up at the woman across from him with a wry grin. "What are you going to do while I am at school, huh? Your life revolves around me."

Selina rolled her eyes good naturedly, taking a sip of her beverage. "I'll find something to occupy my time. Perhaps I'll go pick your suit up from the tailor."

Jason gasped, slamming his fork down. "It's ready?!" Selina took another sip, maintaining eye contact. Jason was practically vibrating with excitement. "Don't you dare pick it up without me!"

Selina raised her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I won't.  Perhaps I will call Gwen and see if she has any jobs."

Jason lit up at that. "If my suit is ready and you are calling Gwen about jobs...does that mean I can go in the field with you?!" 

Selina pursed her lips slightly. "If you can make it through your first week of school without incident, I will consider it a possibility." Jason shot out of his chair with a holler. Selina raised a hand to gain his attention. "That means no talking back to your teachers, attending all classes, and at least attempting to make some friends, okay?"

Jason nodded, barely hearing her words. "Okay, deal." 

Selina looked at the time, ushering Jason back to the table. "Hurry, finish your breakfast. You are going to be late." 

Scarfing down the rest of his food, Jason stood up to put his plate in the sink, leaning down to kiss Selina's cheek as he passed her. "You're the best." She smiled at him, watching as he grabbed his bag of school supplies off the couch and ran to the door. "Bye! See you after school!"

Selina watched Jason through the window as he raced down the street towards his school. One of the cats jumped up next to her, rubbing against Selina's arm. She began petting the cat, a sigh escaping her mouth. "What am I going to do with that boy?"

Arriving at school just moments before the bell, Jason made his way to his homeroom, taking a seat. He looked out the window, his chin resting in his hand as the teacher called roll call. The bell rang shortly after the teacher finished and Jason was up and off, heading to his first period. He sat down at a desk and watched as other kids filed in and took their seats. 

"Hey. Jason, was it?" 

The blue eyed teen looked up, seeing a boy about a year or so younger than him standing before him. He narrowed his eyes at the kid. "Who are you?"

The boy smiled at him. "I'm Tim, Tim Drake."

Jason continued to glare at the kid. "You weren't in my homeroom. How'd you know my name?"

The kid sat next to Jason, much to his annoyance. "Word travels fast around here when we get a new student. You'll get used to it."

"People are already talking about me? Damn, I must be sexier than I thought." Jason smirked. 

"People talk about everyone, don't let it get to your head." Tim replied.

Jason glared once more at Tim. "Don't take this away from me, duck boy."

Tim blinked in shock, not being able to say anything else as the teacher began to call roll call and start the lesson. The two teen boys stared at the teacher as she prattled on about chemistry. Tim groaned lowly, raising his hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?"

The teacher sent Tim on his way and Jason watched him leave, noticing he took his bag with him. He tuned back into the lesson, forgetting about Tim Drake until the teacher called on him. "Jason, would you mind finding Tim? He has been in the bathroom for an awfully long time."

Jason sighed but did as he was asked, walking the halls and checking the bathrooms to no avail. Just as he was about to head back to class and tell the teacher Tim got abducted, he heard something outside.  Making his way to the back of the building, Jason felt his blood boil when he got outside. 

There, gliding around on a skateboard, was Tim. 

Growling lowly, Jason stepped into his path, causing Tim to fall off the skateboard. "Hey, what's your deal?"

Jason glared down at the younger boy. "What's your deal? Slacking off and skipping class, making the teacher send me after you. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Tim rolled his eyes, grabbing his skateboard. "Whatever."

Jason grabbed the board from him. "No, not whatever. I have an education to care about and you are making me miss class, all because you want to skateboard?! Do you have any idea how many kids would kill to have your spot at this school? Probably not, and if you did, you wouldn't care. Not everybody can rely on mommy and daddy's money to get through life, Tim. Some of us have to work hard to get where we belong." Jason grunted, tossing the board back at Tim. "You are so lucky I promised someone I wouldn't get in trouble for the first week of school otherwise I'd punch you for being so irresponsible and blasé about your education. Not everyone is as lucky as you and some people actually care about their future."

Tim stared in shock at Jason as the older teen stomped back in the building. He followed after, grabbing his stuff before catching up with Jason. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you? I mean, if Bruce found out that I have been skipping classes, oh boy."

Jason halted in his steps, whirling around with clenched fists. "Bruce? As in Bruce Wayne?" Tim nodded and Jason chuckled. "It makes so much sense now."

"What does?" Tim asked nervously.

"Of course the ward of the epitome of carefree and irresponsibility would be like this. Doesn't excuse it, but it explains it." Jason scoffed. "Hey, Tim, how about you tell dear old Brucie to hold events and fundraisers for the less fortunate instead of for museums full of stolen artifacts, mkay?"

Tim scratched the back of his neck. "Will that stop you from ratting me out?"

Jason rolled his eyes. "You're unbelievable." 

Walking away from Tim, he started to head back to chemistry. Tim caught up. "Will it though? Cause I totally will tell Bruce that if it will."

"How bout you tell him because you aren't a selfish jerk?" Jason spat, opening the door to chemistry. "I found Tim. He went to the nurses cause he felt ill. He's better now."

"Thank you, Jason. You two, take your seats." 

Jason and Tim sat down in their seats, the older leaning over to hiss at the younger. "I did my part, you do yours. Get on the philanthropy wagon, Tim, and drag Bruce with you."

Tim sighed. "Fine. Thank you, by the way."

Jason shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "I don't like you, but you are my friend now. I promised Selina I would make at least one friend. Doesn't mean I have to like them though."

Tim beamed at Jason. "I'm your friend?"

"Don't make me go back on my promise and punch you." Jason warned. 

"Wouldn't dream of it, bestie."