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schizoauthoressTitle: Not Allowed
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU, allusions to teacher/student misconduct, one-sided Bruce/Jason
Word Count: 477
Prompt: "1. BruJay 2. Teacher/Student (school)" from xephios
Summary: One of these kids again...
Note: 1) I suck at 3-sentence fics, I think; 2) this is probably crap; 3) this is set in a universe where Thomas and Martha are alive but the world doesn't suck any worse for not having Batman.
Not Allowed
Being a substitute teacher wasn't easy, especially when dealing with high school kids, but Bruce actually liked the challenge -- and being a teacher instead of a businessman or a doctor had the added bonus of pissing off his father, so he was all for it.
He hadn't quite expected, when starting out, the sheer number of students who swooned over him and sometimes took their admiration too far, but in the year and a half since then, he'd learned to handle the particularly pushy ones. Some of them responded to a clear statement of 'I'm not interested'; others needed some subtle encouragement to direct their affections toward a peer; some just wanted a weird kind of validation that they were attractive, and would scamper off with a huge grin the moment he said "you're a very pretty girl, but I can't..." (those were confusing).
But when it came one type of smitten student... well, those ones, rare as they were, were dangerous (for his job security, mostly).
They were convinced that they were in love with him, and even worse, that he felt the same way about them. Bruce hated dealing with those teenagers, more than any kind of troublemaker or class clown, because they were so ridiculously self-centered in addition to being dangerous. If they actually cared about him at all, they'd remember that he could lose his job over the mere allegation of getting romantically involved with a student. (Gotham City School District was particularly tough when responding to allegations of sexual misconduct, and Bruce approved of that. He just also wanted to avoid being on the wrong side of that rule.)
"Jason..." Bruce said with a sigh, "Get off my desk."
Jason Todd was one such student. He grinned at Bruce -- who had just returned from helping the Home Economics teacher move several large old sewing machines into her classroom for tomorrow's lessons -- and slowly shifted so that he was now sitting on the edge of the large desk. He swung one leg back and forth at the knee, the too-tight pale denim fabric of his jeans creaked with strain as he did so, and looked at Bruce with bright blue, calculating eyes.
"Sorry, Mr. Wayne," the dark-haired teenager said, in a tone that made it clear he wasn't sorry, he was enjoying this, "I just got a little tired waiting for you t' come back."
"School's over, Jason," Bruce reminded him, vowing revenge on Jason's regular science teacher for catching the flu and necessitating two weeks of this. "I might not have come back to the classroom."
"Oh..." Jason leaned closer, smiling. "I had a feeling you might."
Bruce shut his eyes and stifled a sigh, wishing he could stifle his increasing headache just as easily.
That turned out to be a mistake.
Jason took the opportunity to kiss him.
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU, allusions to teacher/student misconduct, one-sided Bruce/Jason
Word Count: 477
Prompt: "1. BruJay 2. Teacher/Student (school)" from xephios
Summary: One of these kids again...
Note: 1) I suck at 3-sentence fics, I think; 2) this is probably crap; 3) this is set in a universe where Thomas and Martha are alive but the world doesn't suck any worse for not having Batman.
Not Allowed
Being a substitute teacher wasn't easy, especially when dealing with high school kids, but Bruce actually liked the challenge -- and being a teacher instead of a businessman or a doctor had the added bonus of pissing off his father, so he was all for it.
He hadn't quite expected, when starting out, the sheer number of students who swooned over him and sometimes took their admiration too far, but in the year and a half since then, he'd learned to handle the particularly pushy ones. Some of them responded to a clear statement of 'I'm not interested'; others needed some subtle encouragement to direct their affections toward a peer; some just wanted a weird kind of validation that they were attractive, and would scamper off with a huge grin the moment he said "you're a very pretty girl, but I can't..." (those were confusing).
But when it came one type of smitten student... well, those ones, rare as they were, were dangerous (for his job security, mostly).
They were convinced that they were in love with him, and even worse, that he felt the same way about them. Bruce hated dealing with those teenagers, more than any kind of troublemaker or class clown, because they were so ridiculously self-centered in addition to being dangerous. If they actually cared about him at all, they'd remember that he could lose his job over the mere allegation of getting romantically involved with a student. (Gotham City School District was particularly tough when responding to allegations of sexual misconduct, and Bruce approved of that. He just also wanted to avoid being on the wrong side of that rule.)
"Jason..." Bruce said with a sigh, "Get off my desk."
Jason Todd was one such student. He grinned at Bruce -- who had just returned from helping the Home Economics teacher move several large old sewing machines into her classroom for tomorrow's lessons -- and slowly shifted so that he was now sitting on the edge of the large desk. He swung one leg back and forth at the knee, the too-tight pale denim fabric of his jeans creaked with strain as he did so, and looked at Bruce with bright blue, calculating eyes.
"Sorry, Mr. Wayne," the dark-haired teenager said, in a tone that made it clear he wasn't sorry, he was enjoying this, "I just got a little tired waiting for you t' come back."
"School's over, Jason," Bruce reminded him, vowing revenge on Jason's regular science teacher for catching the flu and necessitating two weeks of this. "I might not have come back to the classroom."
"Oh..." Jason leaned closer, smiling. "I had a feeling you might."
Bruce shut his eyes and stifled a sigh, wishing he could stifle his increasing headache just as easily.
That turned out to be a mistake.
Jason took the opportunity to kiss him.