You're one of the Batkids - but, of course, that also comes with being a Wayne, and that means Gotham Academy. Naturally, the coursework is pretty rigorous, and maybe you're not doing so hot in a couple subjects - no sweat, it happens to everyone.

So, Bruce decides you need a tutor. But can you imagine trying to explain to your civilian tutor that "no, I can't meet up today, I have to go put on spandex and fight Condiment King with bat-shaped throwing knives"? Yeah, no.

Since obviously a normal tutor won't work, Bruce is left with no choice but to turn to the family's resident nerd..........Tim. Good luck, buddy.

Tim plops down next to you on the couch, smacking both a Godzilla-size thermos of coffee and a stack of textbooks on the table in front of you.

"Alright! Bruce says you need me to tutor you, huh?" He greets cheerfully, with way more energy than he should have - where is he getting this, for real? He's almost as bad as Dick right now.

You can almost see him polishing his metaphorical glasses and pushing them up his nose, getting ready to nerd out. "What's got you stuck, kid? Are they making you do calculus now or something?"