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Jason's day started and ended with the shrieks of children. Their blood regularly flowed freely down their various limbs, tears tracking down their faces. Jason wiped them away as best he could, calming the little ones and assuring them that they were safe. At the end of the day, he went home, fell unceremoniously into bed, and repeated the whole cycle again the next morning.
Such was the life of a school nurse at Wayne Academy for Gifted Children.
Jason trudged into his office early one Monday to see that there were two people already waiting for him. "Mr. West, who is your student and what seems to be the problem?"
The skittish, young, Mr. West fidgeted before answering, "Um, Zatanna here seems to have started her, um, that is to say-"
"There was blood in my undies!" The petite girl cried in a panic.
Jason raised his eyebrows in some surprise at the ten year old. At her age, she was a little young to start her period, but it fell within the normal range. He looked to a pale, stuttering, Mr. West, and ushered him out the door. "That's fine, I'll take care of it from here. Mr. West, are you sure you don't need to sit down?"
Wally West hurried out of the office, shaking his head in a harried manner. Jason sighed and turned to his little patient. "So, Zatanna, have you ever heard of a pad?"
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"Nurse Todd!"
Jason looked up from his paperwork in surprise to see his least favorite member of staff striding towards him. "Principal Wayne, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked dryly.
Bruce Wayne moved slightly to reveal a small child standing in his massive shadow. "Young Colin Wilkes has scraped his knee and requires medical attention," he said, gesturing at the sniffling five year old. No sooner had Bruce completed his sentence than another small figure barged into the office.
"Colin! Do not fret, I have dispatched your harasser!" Little Damian Wayne squeaked. "Nurse Todd, I would request that you administer a lethal dose of morphine to one Billy Batson, who will come to see you with a black eye. The world will be better off without him."
Jason looked at the feisty five year old comforting his friend and looked up questioningly at Principal Wayne, who looked scandalized. "Damian! I have told you that killing and maiming is not an appropriate response to anything!"
"But Colin-"
"Mr. Wilkes will recover," Bruce said firmly. "You are to report to my office immediately."
"I will not leave my friend!"
"Dami, it's alright, I don't want you to get into trouble," Colin piped up, addressing Damian with stars in his eyes.
Bruce dragged his son out, muttering about disciplne and morality. Jason looked back at his little charge and pulled out a colourful bandaid with a smile. "Let's see that wound, hm?"
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"Nurse Todd?"
Jason's eyes snapped up in irritation, only to mellow once he saw who his addresser was. Mr. Richard Grayson, the Phys Ed and Language teacher was standing at the doorway, carrying a box of takeaway. "You didn't come to the breakroom, so I brought you lunch," he said, beaming. Jason might have melted just a little bit.
"Thanks, Mr. Grayson, that's kind of you. You wouldn't believe the day I've been having."
Grayson smiled. "Little Damian again? I heard about that. Honestly, he's a sweetie, he's such a loyal friend." 'Sweetie' wasn't the word Jason would have used, but he went with it.
"Yeah. I wonder if Wayne's ever going to control his kid," he settled for saying.
Dick frowned. "I really don't get it, Damian is a model student in my classes. I babysit him after the day is over, and he's an absolute peach."
Jason smirked. One source of Wayne's constant worries was that Damian seemed to favour his Language teacher over his own father. Grayson was often used as a babysitter for the brat while Bruce worked late. Grayson had been one of Bruce's students when the man was a teacher himself, and the bond that they had formed had only grown stronger with time, with Bruce taking Grayson as his protégée.
"Yeah, he's a peach alright. Say, you are you free this evening?" Jason asked slickly. "Roy and I are having a movie night, and I thought you might want to join."
Grayson blushed prettily and nodded, making Jason's heart skip a beat. "Thank you, Nurse, I'll be there."
Jason beamed. "Call me Jason."
Grayson smiled softly. "You can call me Dick. I'll see you tonight, in front of the gates?" He gave a final smile and slipped out of the office, presumably to tell Bruce that he wouldn't be free to babysit tonight. Jason punched the air in happiness, and spent the rest of the day with a smile on his face.
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"Hey, Jason-"
"Roy, I really need you to fuck off early tonight," Jason interrupted his friend, who looked hurt and confused. "I've invited Dick Grayson over, and-"
"Ah," Roy said, englightened. "Say no more, Jay, I am a man of some knowledge on this topic. I will bow out with a case of severe gas at seven tonight, leaving you free to court the delicious Grayson- OW!"
"Don't talk about him that way, you shit-"
"Dickie and Jason sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G, OW!"
The night air was punctuated by the screams of one Mr. Roy Harper, who would need an ice pack later that night.