"NO! I DON'T WANNA GO!!!" Jason shouted at the top of his lungs to his adoptive brother. "Jason, it's just for a while, and you can call Bruce to stay here anytime you want." Dick ruffled the 15-year-old's hair. "NO!!!" Jason screamed stubbornly. "Master Jason, if you don't stop yelling, you aren't leaving with your cookies." The butler threatened, knowing that Jason loved his cookies.
"Fine." Jason pouted. Dick was about to tease Jason some more when Alfred glared. Dick smiled and hugged his brother goodbye. "Goodbye, Master Jason." The friend smiled. As they drove, Bruce saw how unhappy Jason was. "What's wrong?" Jason always had a tough appearance for Bruce, but this time, it disappeared. "I haven't lived outside of the Manor since you picked me up off the corner. I won't know anybody, so who can I trust?" Bruce knew Jason got this attitude from him.
"Trust the bald guy; Charles Xavier. I know you've been in the field as Robin before, but you can't tell others that I'm Batman or Dick Nightwing. You'll be fine." Bruce smiled. "What if I get into a fight?" Jason smiled, planning to piss at least 9 people to hell. "Win. Now go, you're gonna be late!" Bruce told him as the teenager hopped out of the car.
As Jason walks into the building, he is met with a blue guy teleporting behind him. Trusting his instinct more than his heart, Robin roundhouse kicks the strange being in the face. "Kurt!" A brunette runs toward Kurt, glaring at Jason as she passed him. "Who are you?" The girl asked. "I'm-" "Jason Peter Todd. He is the new student here." A bald man in a wheelchair wheeled his way to Jason, smiling.
"You know, interrupting is rude." Jason turned. "So is roundhouse kicking someone," the girl said, "Jason. I'm Jean Grey. What are his mutant abilities?" Jean whispered to Xavier. "I'm not a mutant, Grey. I just work out." Jason smirked pridefully. "Is that supposed to mean that you're stronger than me? Because I can beat the shit out of you any day." Jean retorted. "It means that in a hand-to-hand fight, I could beat your ass to hell."
With this remark, a teenager tried to punch Jason, who bent underneath the fist and returned with a kick to the nuts. 'Jason, stop,' Charles spoke telepathically. Jason, being the stubborn asshole he is, ignored the voice in his head and punched the man in the face, knocking off his sunglasses. The young man was confused and looked around to see that Jean was giving the man his glasses.
"Where's the gym? I brought my punching bag, so if I could get my daily training in, that would be nice." Jason asked as he lugged his bags. "Second door on the right-wing hall." Charles smiled. "Which right-wing?" Jason asked seriously. "We only have one right-wing, rich boy." A very shady brunette stood in the corner, smirking. "You know nothing about me. Where I come from, what I had to endure, YOU KNOW NOTHING!!!!" Jason roared. "Jason-" "I'll be in the gym," Jason said, a growl in his throat. As Jason enters the gym, Charles entered his mind. 'Jason! I know everything, and I am the only one who knows.'
Jason hangs his punching bag where it belongs and begins attacking the bag. 'Jason, try to stay calm.' The words only fueled Jason's fiery passion of rage. Robin shouts as he punches a two-way hole through the bag. "That was really dumb, rich boy. Yelling at me. Dumb move." Jason looks at the girl and analyzes her. Jason knows she has powers that can affect his movement as she isn't scared of him. He also knows that she prefers to use said powers over hand-to-hand combat, which gives him the advantage.
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