Jason is damn proud of the fact that he managed to get the scholarship to Gotham Academy, and he keeps his grades at the top of the class. It’s frustrating to a lot of the kids who complain about him fucking with the grading curve, but if they actually applied themselves instead of relying on mommy and daddy to throw money at the school to stop the school from kicking them out, then there wouldn’t be a fucking problem, now would there?
There’s a kid a couple years younger than him who’s in the same AP Chemistry class as him, and they’ve been paired up together as lap partners. Jason prays that this Timothy Drake isn’t a fucking brat.
The guy is already taller than him. Traitor.
“So,” Jason says, sliding onto the stool beside Tim and dragging out his lab notebook before dropping his backpack to the floor. “Fucking titrations, huh?”
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