It had been a week now, since it happened. The other kids were staring at and avoiding him even more, they weren't even doing it subtly. He could feel their eyes on him, their gaping faces. Some looked scared, some looked annoyed.

Dick didn't mean to blow up like that, he didn't mean to punch those bullies, but that day he couldn't take their taunts. The way they disrespected his family; it had been too much. He knew he shouldn't have, of course. They say he was lucky he wasn't expelled, but was he really? "Bruce Wayne must have pulled strings. Damn rich kids." He heard the whispers around him. Could it get any worse?

He sat, alone, at a table in the school cafeteria. He'd been staring down his lunch for the last 10 minutes. He didn't have an appetite right now.