Everyone Must Become PrimeHood Pilled

Jason let the day pass him in a blur, keeping his head down for the duration of the school day. Eventually, however, Jason gets the time to study and prepare some materials for this Clark kid. Jason is still wondering exactly who he is. He just hopes he isn't a total douche. If he just doesn't give a fuck about learning anything Jason is trying to teach him, then the next couple of months could be hell on earth. Maybe Jason will get lucky, and this Clark will actually care. Jason can only hope he's not a football player or some shit like that. That would make this experience a million times worse.

Lunch, where Jason has chosen to get a bit of studying in for himself, is relaxing enough for him. Sure, it's loud and crowded and just generally a shit place to be, but it works well enough for him, sitting at the raised counters by himself. It's the quietest and least disturbed area Jason can get in the lunch room, so it suits him just fine. Bruce may have said that Jason should be making friends, but he just can't be bothered, frankly. It's just too much energy he simply doesn't have. Or at least doesn't want to waste on these people at school.

Well, beyond all the basic issues with school, Jason is incredibly disadvantaged in that he is fairly unfamiliar with a lot of the technology that is being used. He had missed some crucial years in terms of technological advancements and implementations for schoolwork. The past year, he had scraped by without having to deal with the vast majority of the new tech, the teacher making certain allowances for him. But that was changing this year.

Now, he is being forced to use all of the newest stuff out there. Bruce had tried to help, hell, they had even gone as far as to call in Dick to help explain some things.

"No, Jay, there is no home button, just like there is no need for a password anymore. They've done away with all that," Dick tried to explain everything to Jason, and he understood it well enough after a while. He could use the phone, slowly for a bit there at the beginning, but he could use it now.

"Why?" That just feels stupid. And what if it gets the face scan wrong and gives access to my phone to some random stranger? What then?" Jason didn't understand why it couldn't just stay the same. Why make things infinitely more complex than they have to be? Though, to be fair, Jason was always more of a function-over-fashion type of person.

"That hasn't happened yet, and I don't think it's very likely to ever happen, Littlewing."

Jason sighed, "This is dumb."

"It's the wonders of modern technology!" Dick smiled widely, then continued on, "They even got rid of the headphone jack!"

Dick glee had been short-lived, as Jason screamed in frustration, causing Dick to cover his ears and hunch over. Perfect.

That had been a fun day, and a nice break from the actual teacher Bruce had hired to teach Jason about the newest tech and help him acclimate to it. This was just Dick coming over again for a nice afternoon. He had even insisted on staying for dinner and watching a movie before going back to Blüdhaven. Sadly, Dick had gotten the remote and forced Jason to sit through some awful Disney movie, which Jason is confident they could show to prisoners in Guantanamo Bay as a genuine torture method. Jason had blocked out most of the movie that night, but it was still painful to watch, especially when Dick began singing along.

All that to say, Jason still much prefers doing things on paper if it's possible. He really misses his flip phone, too. Yet, Jason must adopt or die(heh), as they say. Maybe he's just bad at adapting, it's how he ended up in this predicament in the first place. Ah, no, Jason shouldn't think like that, he knows full well it wasn't his fault, what happened that day. Even Bruce and Alfred say so.

He pushes back that little voice in his head that tries to whisper to the contrary. Bruce loves and cares about him, even if the Joker is still running around, essentially free with no consequence. Jason shakes his head to dislodge the thought with an almost silent sound of discomfort. He should have stopped that train of thought earlier. There's nothing he can really do about it now, so it's best to move along.

"You could kill him. That's what could be done about it." Jason sighs. Intrusive thoughts. It's probably normal, then again, what is really normal for a boy who has died and come crawling back to life?

Jason gets up and dumps his tray, still semi-full, and walks back to his seat to wait for the lunch period to end and be dismissed. When the bell rings, Jason goes through the rest of his school day easily, answering questions when called upon, and doing the assignments in class.

When the final bell rings, Jason almost walks to the front of the school to be picked up by Alfred before he remembers. "Right. I'm a tutor now." Jason sighs and turns around to walk to the library.

Jason takes a seat at one of the tables under the skylight and waits for Clark to show up. Glancing around, Jason looks at all of the bookcases. It's not as nice as the library in the manor, but it's pretty good, all things considered. Especially nice for a public school in Gotham, even with Bruce Wayne's funding.

Tapping his foot, Jason looks around, trying to see if he can spot this Clark kid before he sees Jason. Searching the crowds of other students walking by the library to leave the school, Jason doesn't notice the person who is slowly approaching from behind him. However, Jason does feel the tap on his shoulder.

He almost breaks his neck whipping his head around quickly to see whoever touched his shoulder. Jason looks up at the person standing over him. His hair looks like he had been running, all windswept. Great, this kid is probably never anywhere on time if he has to run to his classes. He's also wearing some nerdy glasses, boring, black rims, and all, but they don't look terrible on him. Jason lets his gaze slip lower, pausing over the "S" brightly standing out on his chest. Wearing a Superman t-shirt is certainly an… interesting choice in Gotham, but to each their own, or whatever. Jason notices the light-wash jeans and red sneakers, but decides they're not worthy of further note as he looks back up at the blinding smile that the kid—Clark, this must be Clark—is joyfully wearing.

"Jason?" Clark intones the question as he extends his hand for a shake. Jason stares at it for a moment. It's so much larger in comparison to Jason's. Clark must have had a balanced diet in his childhood. Genetics also plays a role, but Jason is pretty sure he is supposed to be tall as well. Malnutrition is a bitch. What else can Jason say?

"Then you must be Clark," Jason says, partly to distract himself from his own thoughts and also to confirm that this is the kid he is supposed to be tutoring. When Clark nods, Jason gestures at the three other seats at the table, "Sit wherever."

Clark sits at the seat directly across from Jason. Jason narrows his eyes as he looks at Clark for a moment. There's something in his eyes. They're blue, but there's something else about them, like an odd hue in the center. With the glasses in the way, Jason can't really make out exactly what is causing it. Or maybe it's just his own eyes playing tricks on him.

Jason breaks out of his pondering when Clark clears his throat, loud on purpose. Jason quickly tears his eyes away from Clark's as he looks to the side in the same moment. Jason looks down at the papers and books sitting in front of him on the table for a moment. He hadn't realized he had apparently been staring at Clark for long, or that he had started staring at all. Jason takes a breath and berates himself for how embarrassing that was for both parties.

Moving on, Jason starts talking again. "So, where should we start?" Jason asks as he looks up from the books, making eye contact with Clark again.