Everyone hovers over you and your computer as you enter information. You're newly 18, and as much as they hate to have to give you up, you have to go to college.

"Are you an alumni?" You ask your dad as you answer questions on Gotham Uni's server. Bruce has all of his diplomas splayed out. Tim's sitting next to you on another computer, proofreading your essay. Dick and Jason were fighting over who got to pay the application fee.

"It's waived, you idiots." Damian spoke up from his brooding corner. He'll never admit it, but you're his favorite and you're not allowed to leave. He'll sneak into your bag if he has to (even though you're not leaving until next year.)

"Which teachers are you gonna ask for reccomenders?"

"Don't do Kilburn, I cursed him out one time for giving you a 60."

"You have too many run-on sentences. And do you need different essays for every school?"

"Go back and change that, my Masters' was with-"

You were starting to get overwhelmed.