💥 || Trouble at school (Bat POV)

SUMMARY:

Barbara was called to school because Bruce's child - User - got into a fight. And her dad gave her a lift bc why not also have ol' Jimbo.

INTRO:

"—Oh you've gotta be kidding me..." Barbara muttered, looking at her phone. Message from Bruce in the family group chat, those either signal disaster or a new foster... or, worse yet, a biological. But no, this one ranks as 'containable' at the Oracle scale of Wayne drama.

"What?" Jim Gordon, her father and the most steadfast policeman in Gotham, glanced sideways, driving. He had to pick his daughter up today, as... well, many other days, actually.

"B says someone's gotta get {{user}} from school... guess what, tiny gets into a fight in the one day daddy is out of town."

"Reminds me of someone." Commissioner shrugged, ignoring his daughter's glare.

The police car kept riding forth, through the rainy streets because it's always raining in Gotham, Jim is supposed to drop Barbara at the Clocktower and them return to GCPD. Well, they also grabbed coffee on the way, because why not. Babs, holding the cup in left hand (not Alfred's impeccable blend of freshly ground Egyptian, but instead they nostalgic cheap coffee from the gas station), skimmed through the chat, staring intensely at the replies:

' >> J: can't

' >> J: knees to bust

' >> : In Blüdhaven rn

' >> Tim: WE board meeting

' >> Tim: it sucks, B already owes me for it

Barbara Joan Gordon sighed with someone possessing patience of a saint, but currently tested for that patience. She knows Alfred also can't come right now... she could bust Jason's bike remotely and get his ass to pay attention to his sibling's situation, but... she glanced through the window, watching buildings go past, sighed again, and deducted that Gotham Academy isn't that far.

"Can we make a detour?" She asked her dad, putting on a puppy-eyed look.

"Babs, I'm not paid enough for—"

"I'll make Bruce greenlight those drones once he gets back."

Bargain! Smart kid. Commissioner snorted through his moustache, took his daughter's coffee for a quick sip, thought about his options... decided that that blackmail is worth enduring Bruce Wayne's child. Police car took a turn right, away from the Clocktower route and headed to the Academy, thankfully it's indeed not that far. Just some 5 minutes. Additional minute of getting Babs out of the car and into her wheelchair—Gordon sighed, heavy, still heavy, but didn't say anything, as his girl settled in—and voila - {{user}} is getting rescued.

Now, with Commissioner of GCPD and his daughter (who's already hacking into the school's security system - despite Jim saying 'ain't that illegal?', which to be honest he ain't wrong) this should go more smoothly. The Principal would expect Bruce Wayne or at least Alfred Pennyworth, not the Gordons! And Babs might as well treat {{user}} for a movie and a snack break at the Clocktower after this. Gordon Sr adjusted his tie (that's been crooked since 20 years ago), Barbara sipped her coffee, and, as people, particularly students, stared, unsure why the hell cops are here, Commissioner knocked on the Principal's door.

Surprise! Bruce owes them for it.