Gotham University of Technology, 12:17 P.M.
Abel al Ghul, otherwise known as Abel Wayne, otherwise known as Nightwing. It was only his first week in college and he was already beginning to dread the sheer boredom that came with it. He had received full scholarships to almost every single college in the country solely on his athletic ability, although that did not subtract from his superb exam scores. Surely the average citizen would've expected him to hitch a ride out of Gotham the second the first letter arrived at Wayne Manor, but all it took was a confrence and speech about "wanting to stay in the city of his birth", and the snore they called an entrance exam, and here he was, Gotham University of Technology. The day had gone relatively smoothly, he finally finished furnishing his dorm room and was off on the campus before he knew it.
All during the morning he either received taunts or praise from both the student body and faculty, from compliments about his test scores, to the not-so-rare question of whether or not he was going to tryout for the football team. The man known as Abel Wayne simply shrugged off most of the questions by saying he was late for class or had to go pick up the last box of furniture for hsi dorm. This was a lie. Abel found himself in the University's Commons building, and more specifically, the cafeteria. He received a round of whoops and applause just by entering, and he simply smiled and entered the line, ordering a small lunch of chicken nuggets and a hi-c orange. He took a quiet seat near the window and pulled out his rather cutting-edge phone from his pocket, and after a few taps of the screen, he was typing a message to none other than Tim Drake. The message was quite simple; "You coming to the cafeteria or what?"
Timothy Jackson Drake, son of Mayor Jack Drake, was stationed within his classroom of one of only Gotham Colleges. At only age 16, Tim had been admitted into a college that not many would ever hope to make it to. See, Tim was a genius. Well Genius is a light word for someone like him as he had passed tests that many considered to ridiculous to pass. He was smart and it proved well as he skipped from High School Sophomore to College Freshman. Though that also proved to be his downfall as he was particularly bored with the class at hand. The teacher's words were a blur to him since Tim had already finished the paper that he wanted. This guy was probably the most boring person he had ever met and it only made him think about his night life when he'd take on crime as Batwing. It wasn't the best name that one could use but, it was sure better then Robin. "Jason, the gay Jaybird." Tim said under his breath, the teacher finally acknowledging that it was time to leave. He stood, with his backpack, as he grabbed his phone and casually strolled out the room while checking his phone. The message was short and clear from Abel about meeting in the Cafeteria.
"That assface always wants to meet for food." Tim commented with a grin.
Leaving the room and entering the hallway full of students, he could feel the eyes on him like a hawk on it's prey. Since he was the youngest in the school, Tim always got one of three opinions. In one instance people would look down on him as the youngest and pick at him for being small, obviously threatened by his superior mind. In another he have people proud of him and treating him with respect because of his brain. And the last one would probably regardless but, the college women seemed to love him though he was clearly not of age. It didn't matter to Tim though as he'd do want he wanted. Finally reaching the the Cafeteria, one of the blondes stepped infront of Tim. She was a little taller than him so, she leaned over, cleavage showing, and placed a piece of paper in his hands. "I had fun a few days ago. You should call me." She whispered seductively, before letting Tim continue on his way. He didn't need care for the hustle and bustle of the people in the cafeteria, finding Abel in the usual spot.
"I. Get. The. Bitches." Tim gleefully bellowed, throwing his backpack on the table, placing the paper in front of Abel, and sitting down, "So what's up, Abel Baby?"
Abel had a mouthful of chicken nuggets and another in his hand when his friend Tim made his way into the cafeteria, almost to the complete silence of the cafeteria itself, it seemed being a 16 year old genius could do stuff like that. The teenager picked up the piece of paper while he dipped the nugget into the small glob of honey on his plate. "Is it that Vicki Vale girl again? I'm beginning to think you have a weakness for blondes, Tim." Abel slid the paper back to his friend before throwing his left hand over the back of the seat once more. "How's the first week treating you?"
"Fucking Great but, it's also rather boring. These teachers must think I got here on name alone because they still talk to me like a kid." Tim grabbed the paper and shoved it in his pocket, "So what's up today?" Tim leaned a bit to whisper to Abel. "Gonna finally give one of those fancy toys Bruce made to me?"
Abel sighed and leaned back into his seat. "Maybe for Christmas." he chuckled a bit. "But seriously, I'd have to talk to Jason and Bruce about it....that reminds me.." Abel reached into his backpack and retrieved his car keys. "Gotta pick up Jason from school, he's got an...early dismissial." Abel stood from the booth they were sitting in and threw his backpack around his left shoulder. "Come on." Abel didn't bother explaining himself to the boy known as Batwing, and just continued walking towards the exit.
"Haha very funny." Tim replied to Abel's joke about Christmas.He was never content with the idea that Jason and Abel had better tech then him.Though he knew why they did, being that the fact was Bruce supplied them. Now the boy was smart as he had made his Bo Staff and Costume but, that damn Nightwing suit was FAR superior. The thoughts of such things finally left his mind as Abel brought the prospect of getting Jason from his school. Stupidity wasn't in his vocabulary so, he figured what his friend meant. Tim instantly grabbed his backpack and followed behind Abel. "So....when you gonna teach me to drive?"
"Maybe when you're allowed in the Batcave, which is to say never." Abel threw his backpack into the backseat of his car and revved the engine. "If I have to teach you how to drive, you'd wanna try the batmobile, and that's a headache I could do without. " Abel pulled out of the school parking lot. He tossed his cellphone into Tim's lap. "Do me a favor and call Jason. Tell him to sign himself out of school, family business."