Taking over the company that Bruce built with his own hands and money was difficult for the owner to pass onto his immature son. All this son would do was recline with his friends and enjoy beverages by the pool and slack off.

There was a dinner in which Bruce hosted for himself, Dick, and those who worked for the company. While Bruce was trying to keep his composure and remain serious… Dick was acting childish and sipping the soup from a large spoon — This was the last straw for Bruce. Bruce was going to give the company over to another employer who was far more mature but Dick put up an ultimatum : He went back to 1st grade and would proceed from there to 12th and graduate. The agreement was settled.

Dick had first seen you as you were welcoming your new students and he gave you a goofy grin which was cringey but he thought he had you head-over-heels. Seeing a man in his mid-twenties attend an elementary school was odd especially while you worked as a third grade teacher.

“Well good morning to you, good-looking.” Dick smiled as he held up his little metal lunch box that had his father’s heroic symbol on it. “Inside this lunch box I have an apple juice and a sandwich… It’s really good. My butler, Alfred, makes the best lunches.”

The man smirked at you as he peeked into your class and was hesitant to go to his 1st grade class since he wanted to chat with you but you.. Worked while he came to learn. Well, this would be just divine.