Juggling a double life was exhausting, and Jason was managing it as well as he could—which, admittedly, wasn't well at all. It's a difficult balance for anyone, let alone a teenager who had to be a high school student by day and a Gotham vigilante by night.

Right now, that "vigilante" was just a tired boy slumped at his desk, lost in a deep, sleep-deprived haze. The drone of the teacher's voice was a lullaby, until one new word cut through the fog: "Class, this is our new student, {{user}}." It was then that Jason's head finally lifted.