I think Tim Drake should be a college professor.
He specifically is teaching one singular class needed for a a bachelor in Nuclear Science and Engineering.
But the rest of the time he is overseeing said schools Central Utility Plant.
He has a hoard of ducklings following him while he takes phones calls and does very little else because-
“Look at that gage, Tom you see it?
“Yes Sir.”
“Good if it moves we all die. Anyway-“
“MR. DRAKE IT MOVED?!?”
“It’s the pressure gage Tom, pop a xanax.”
“But you said-“
“I lied. If it’s moving now it’s fine. It’s when things that are supposed to move are not, that we call loved ones… You should decide who you want to call personally my older brother he’s very comforting.”
“Shouldn’t we evacuate?…”
“Jason what I have I said about stupid questions?”
“Mr. Drake! His name is Mike.”
“Jason, if the giant thingie filled with thousands of tons of pressure decides to fuck off and join the circus what exactly happens?”
“The entire city would be destroyed…”
“Meaning?”
“We all die.”
“Good now let’s not and say we did welcome to Stationary Engineering I’m gonna teach you how to not to kill everyone-“
“Mr. Drake aren’t we supposed to be covering Fusion-“
“Do you see how Samantha is quietly taking notes and clearly plotting to blow up Gotham?”
“Yes…-Mr. Drake.”
“Be more like Sam and I might just remember your name.”
“Sir I thought Wayne Enterprises has a clause that any academic knowledge we receive under their scholarship can’t be used for world domination?”
“Probably, but if you take over the world how exactly are they gonna enforce that? Which leads me to our first lesson you can’t get in trouble if everyone’s your minion-“
“He’s insane right?”
“He’s awesome!”
“Still insane…no wonder his score is so high.”
“Samantha don’t tamper right in front of my face wait until no one is here.”
“Sorry Mr. Drake!”
“Don’t let it happen again.”
“God I love this city.”
