booktalesy Chapter 8:
Chapter 8:
Chapter 8:
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[Star City. January 15, 16:30 PDT. 2009
David Lance POV]
Dinah was elated.
The expression on her face when I told her I had joined the football team, was something akin to that of a person experiencing bliss.
It was almost scary.
I guess seeing me socialize was doing wonders for her.
"As expected of my protegee," Oliver grinned, "First the football team, then the ladies," he added, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Oliver!" Dinah growled, slapping the back of Oliver's head as she turned to look at me, "Remember our talk, don't be silly, protect your willy."
Okay, I'm officially done with this conversation.
~Bye,~ I waved at her before turning around.
"Remember, when in doubt, shroud your spout!" Dinah added. At times like this, I wished I was allowed to groan.
"Huh, huh! I have one!" Oliver snickered, "Don't be a loner, cover your boner!"
I hate them.
"I have another! Before you attack her, wrap your whacker!"
I really hate them.
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After two hours of meditation in my room.
Cleaning my inner self from those condom-related comments. I started to do my homework, which took me roughly ten minutes to complete.
Thank Batman for that.
His assignments make schoolwork look like a joke.
With that out of the way, I grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on.
I had nothing else to do anyways.
Today was my day off, in general.
No training.
Nothing.
Just doing whatever I wanted to do.
*BRRRRRR* *BRRRRRR* *BRRRRRR*
I blinked, turning to look at my phone that lay on the bed, vibrating.
Curious as to who was texting me, I grabbed the phone, and saw three notifications from Oliver.
[You can't go wrong if you shield your dong]
[If you're not going to sack it, go home and whack it]
[Cover your stump before you hump]
Ok blocking Oliver for the foreseeable future.
*BRRRRRR*
Who now?
[Kid, I'm rich, we can do this all day, I will buy new lines just to bother you]
I sighed, smiling at the message, before replying, [I will help Dinah shave your mustache if you keep at it.]
[Le gasp! You wouldn't dare! You take that back! But seriously kid, don't do anything I wouldn't do, and use a condom, every, single, time.] Oliver replied.
[I started school twelve hours ago besides, I already know.] I replied.
[Good, just making sure.] Oliver replied.
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[Gotham City. January 17, 09:15 CT. 2009
Dick Grayson POV]
As I ran through Batman's training course.
I couldn't help but let my mind wonder why Batman hadn't offered David a place in Gotham's academy.
I mean, if anyone needed a friend in that fake place they called school was me.
"I will be doing jutsus in no time!" Aaron grinned.
"I ugg," Aadav sighed, rubbing his temples.
I smiled.
Maybe pretending to be normal would be okay, at least for a while.
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[Star City. February 7, 12:30 PDT. 2009
Mike The Bully POV]
If Mr. Mute sissy pants thought he had escaped me, he had another thing coming.
"Dude, are you sure this is wise?" Lemar asked, frowning, "He's on the football team, you touch him, and the entire team will have our balls bro."
I glared at him, "The football team can suck my dick, the mute kid disrespected me, and he will pay for it, end of discussion."
It was more of a grudge I had with Luke, but the mute kid was an easier target, a way easier target.
"There he is," George pointed, smiling wide. As David walked to his locker.
"Let's have a chat with our friend then," I smiled, walking towards David, ready to show him a thing or two.
"Hey loser," George called out, but David had the balls to ignore him.
Did he really think being on the football team made him untouchable?
"My friend here is talking to you, mute, so pay attention," I spat with a smile, slamming my hand close to his head on the lockers.
David sighed, turning around.
"Good, now, let's have a walk," I smiled, putting my hand on his shoulder, gripping it tightly.
David smiled, tilting his head to the side before nodding.
Good.
Happy he knew his place, I guided David around the school to the changing rooms, where we would teach him the rules of this school, in a hands-on manner.
"Close the door," I ordered Lemar who begrudgingly nodded, doing as he was told.
Doors closed, I cracked my knuckles and swung my fist at the mute, who ducked under my swing.
"Grab him!" I growled, if the little bastard wanted this to go the hard way, he would have the hard way.
Nodding at my command, both Lemar and George rushed at him, trying to grab him.
However, the mute dodge their first attempt, before delivering a horizontal kick to George's face, knocking him out. George's body fell to the floor of the changing room with a loud thud, as the mute looked at me with a friendly smile, his foot still in the air.
"Fuck this shit," Lemar shuddered, taking a few steps back before running to the door.
"The fuck you think you're going!" I shouted, turning to look at Lemar, who paid me no heed, opening the door before running away.
Cursing under my breath, I turned to see the mute, kneeling on the ground, checking George, almost as if confirming George was okay.
"That's it, I'm fucking you up!" I roared, running towards him, right hook ready to knock some mother fuckers out.
The mute sighed, standing up.
Finally, within range, I swung my arm at him once again, but instead of feeling my fist connecting, I felt pain, and then nothing.
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"What happened?" I muttered, opening my eyes.
"Finally awake huh?" I heard someone say, in an angry tone, a voice I knew very well, my father.
"Dad," I muttered, turning to look at him.
"Imagine my surprise, when I got a call from the school saying, you got beat up, trying to beat up a mute kid for no FUCKING reason," Dad growled, his fist-shaking.
"Dad, I was only defending myself!" They had no proof, the changing room had no cameras.
"Don't even!" Dad barked, his face turning red, "The kid had multiple witnesses, and to make matters worse, he's friends with FUCKING OLIVER QUEEN! MY BOSS!"
"Sir, mind your language," The nurse chastised.
"Fuck my language!" Dad shot back at her, his eyes never leaving mine, "One note from that kid, and I could lose my job, one FUCKING NOTE, A SINGLE FUCKING NOTE, AND WE WOULD BE ON THE STREETS!"
"I'm sorry dad, I didn't know," I defended.
"Why would you even he did nothing to you! For the love of!" Dad growled in frustration.
"He disrespected me!" I said, my voice wavering.
"He disrespected oh, why didn't you say so? That explains everything!" Dad laughed, "He didn't bow to you, so let's fuck him!? Is that it?!"
"Sir, if you continue this, I will call the police," The school nurse said sternly.
"You will apologize to that kid, am I clear?" Dad growled.
"Yes," I nodded.
"Good," Dad nodded.