Fifteen years old and afraid of school bullying

"Batman is our sponsor, more or less. He's helped us out quite a bit," Bronze Tiger said.

Deadshot nodded, picked up a cup of tea, and took a sip.

"How did your first day teaching go?" Roland asked Deadshot.

"Their math fundamentals are pretty weak, but they're surprisingly fit," Deadshot said.

"They used to live on the streets, after all. Most of them barely went to school," Roland said. "As for their fitness—that's purely natural selection. Frail kids would have had a hard time surviving this long."

"Oh."

"By the way, go check in at the Gotham City Police Department later," Roland said. "I told someone about your situation. The people you shot were robbers and drug lords. I found a legal expert who'll sort it out for you. You won't have to go to prison."

"Okay." Deadshot nodded.

"You can do that?" Bronze Tiger was stunned.

"Of course. Otherwise, I'd have been locked up ages ago," Roland said.

"Fair point."

"So don't worry. We've got someone upstairs looking out for us—let me take this." Before Roland could finish, his phone suddenly rang. "Hello, Roland speaking—what?"

As Roland listened, his expression grew increasingly strange. "Explain that a little more clearly..."

"What do you mean, Kara got bullied at school?"

"Who?" Bronze Tiger shot to his feet. "Kara?"

"A relative of yours? Need to go settle the score?" Deadshot asked Bronze Tiger, not understanding the situation.

"Yeah, bring her over. I'll wait here for you," Roland said into the phone.

As soon as Roland hung up, Bronze Tiger hurriedly asked him, "What happened?"

"Don't even ask..." Roland shook his head. "I didn't think anything could be this absurd..."

It all began a day earlier.

Clark had pulled some strings to get Kara identification and enrolled her in a private school.

But