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“Hey Matt, how are you doin’?” He comes in and closes the door with a light kick, throwing his jacket on the floor just beside a half messy bed.
“Wassup JP or should I call you tourist?” Matt answers not bothering to turn from his comfortable position on the other bed. “Dude how do you even keep your grades? You barely show up.” This time Matt sits up sending a teasing look to the black haired guy in front of him.
“Of course I show up, I'm right here.” He opened both hands and then pointed to himself. “And I have my ways.” He smiled elfish like.
“Sure” the blond guy lied back in bed. “ 'You here to stay?”
“Yeah, gotta show up to creative writing class.” His words were casual as he sat on the small wooden desk looking for a notebook.
“What? How did you get in? There were like hundreds of applications.” Matt didn't actually look surprised. “Congrats you ass” He snorted and threw a baseball over Jason's head, they both shared a laugh and Jason exited the room.
The hallways were large but still comfortable as Jason made his way to class, he greeted some friends along the way and teachers would either praise or scold him, the lesson that day was okay, nothing actually new but certainly the environment Havard provided was different than anything Jason had ever experienced, yes he could have passed the freshman classes, he could be in his second year, but he still couldn't help but be amazed by what the school offered him.
“Mr. Todd-Wayne?” The creative writing teacher called him by the end of the class. “I wish to talk to you for a minute please.”
“Of course Mr. Simon, how can I help you?” Jason answered politely.
“A few professors who have gotten to know you and I have a strong opinion about the bright young man that you are.” Mr. Simon stated as his grey hair fell over his shoulders like an ancient greek man. “And we all believe you should be nominated for student of honor in the Havard Academic Awards, although your absences are a great issue we assumed that the nomination is good way of starting to fix that Mr. Todd-Wayne” He sent a glaring look to Jason.
“Oh, well thanks Professor Simon but I really think there's a lot of students trying to win the prize, maybe you should consider someone else.” Jason shyed a little putting hands on his pockets.
“Well I don't think you have a choice Mr. Todd-Wayne, either you participate or you get expelled from creative writing class.” Mr Simon raised an eyebrow defiantly and Jason couldn't go against it, he just bowed his head and said okay.
"I'll be there Professor." Jason agreed slightly irritated.
"That's what I thought." Simon gave Jason an evil smile and the young man left the classroom.
That night's gala was just like the many others Bruce had attended the last couple of months, Gotham's high society girls all over him, pats on the shoulder from some of the greatest businessmen in the country, blinding lights reflecting on everyone's jewelry, champagne glasses followed by small talks, along with the usual boredom Dick and Tim complained about every passing minute, while Damian tt-ed at every pinch of cheek he was forced to smile at. Now that was news, getting his sons to accompany him in galas was a difficult task, but since Alfred gave them no choice pointing out the presence of both the senator and headmasters of some pretty important schools in the country they mustn't miss the event they were hosting, Tim and Damian had stiffened at the time and Dick had looked sheepishly to his feet when Alfred sent him a mild british glare.
“Ah Mr. Wayne, what a great pleasure to meet you!” Bruce turned around to meet with a large grin from the senator himself and a polite nod from the man by his side.
“Good evening Mr. Thompson, Mr. Greenwood, I hope you're enjoying yourselves.” Bruce greeted both of them with a nod and a smile, catching a glance from the three young men a few yards from his spot making them sigh at the sign for them to join him.
“Yes we are, thank you for such a nice evening Mr. Wayne.” Mr. Greenwood finally said.
“I am glad for that and please call me Bruce.” He propounded as his sons got beside him with polite expressions on their faces. “I'd like you to meet my sons Richard, Timothy and Damian.” He signed to each of them “Boys, these are senator Thompson and Mr. Greenwood, the headmaster of Harvard University.” Bruce made sure to look pointedly at Tim.
“It's nice to meet you.” Dick took the lead and shook the hands of both men followed by Tim, who was clearly trying to keep a blank face and not meeting Bruce's eyes.
“Good evening Mr. Thompson and Mr. Greenwood” Damian said simply and only nodded from beside Bruce who placed a hand on his shoulder.
“It's nice to meet you too” the senator and Greenwood answered and gave them wide smiles.
“Such bright young men you've got there Bruce.” The headmaster complimented.
Bruce thanked sincerely as they started to talk about education and possible financial agreements between the Ivy League's and Gotham's schools along with the government, of course funded by some of the biggest companies in the world, in the particular case Wayne Enterprises. They spoke the usual boring conversation, throwing a joke or another to lighten the mood and Bruce was already inclined to accept the deals once he looked over the papers and everyone's background, but the thought of getting Tim to attend a great school and, maybe, Damian someday, was the real tempting thing, not that his boys couldn't get in on their own, but if he could use it as a way to influence them, even if it had to be under the disguise of keeping their family facade, it would be much easier.
“So Mr. Wayne, I mean Bruce, I look forward to see you at Harvard’s Academic Awards.” Mr. Greenwood concluded their conversation.
"It's all settled Mr. Greenwood, I'll see you then." Brucie gave him his best smile before disappearing for the night as well as his boys.