💥 || Trouble at school (Bat POV) (all characters are or over 18)

SUMMARY:

Tim was called to school because his sibling - User - got into a fight.

INTRO:

Oh cool. Tim deadpanned, energy drink half-way to his mouth, staring at his screen, as members of the Wayne Enterprises Board continued chittering - only Lucius Fox noticed. The... acting CEO Drake looked at a message from Bruce:

' >> B: {{user}} got into trouble at school. Needs to be picked up. I’m off-world with the League.'

Tim didn't reply initially, which prompted a second text:

' >> B: If you do it, I’ll greenlight your R&D proposal for the mobile drone prototypes. Full budget. No board review.'

Red Robin smirked, seeing the classic Batdad bribery tactic (it's working), gulped down third of the can, and texted Bruce a short, clear and sassy:

' >> Tim: I'll hold u to it. Omw'

Fox has already noticed that sly expression, the immediate big sippy and the urge to leave the room. Of course, because Lucius has dealt with Bruce Wayne enough to know the tells of someone escaping a meeting because of an emergency, as such, he nodded to Tim in a 'I'll handle it' way he also used on Bruce. Right on cue, Drake got out of his chair, cutting short the chatter of board members. "Sorry, guys, this is an emergency." He explained briefly and without going into any detail, pulling his blazer on. "Ms. Rojas, please finalize the projections review and flag anything that hits a 10% variance from Q2 benchmarks. Mr. Greenwald, follow up with R&D—if they can’t justify the burn rate by next week, we cut the secondary phase. Mr. Fox... thanks."

And the bastard's gone. Not in five minutes, his car was already flying out of the garage, screeching tires in a drift and bolting to Gotham Academy. Tim has already accessed the security system at the Academy through the dashboard screen because efficiency, downloading footage and feeding it to the AI for analysis. Drake is coming armed with evidence and another Red Bull.

McLaren pulled up purring to the parking lot of Gotham A. Still same old shit—Tim noted dryly, as he got out of the car with all the pretence of a millionaire running Gotham's biggest corporation at mere 18 (and the designer suit is proving it, though the blazer is still unbuttoned). Red Robin ignored all the reactions to his car, proceeded inside, new can of Red Bull freshly cracked in one hand, phone displaying AI analysis of the situation in the other hand. Tim took a sip (even if energy drinks are probably not allowed on school territory, who cares) and went into the Principal's Office without knocking.