The days passed one after another. Roland continued researching how to launch a great crusade and give the Dark Knights a little surprise; Bruce enrolled Damian in school, with classes starting in spring; Superman still made little progress with Lois, but his strength grew every day as he basked in the sun; The Flash searched for various supplies and information at Roland's request. "I don't want to go to school," Damian said gloomily.
"A proper education is important, Damian," Robin told him.
"Drake, then name one Gothamite whose education helped them turn out well."
"There are plenty. Poison Ivy is a botanist with a doctorate—"
"Isn't she an extremist plant-protection terrorist?"
"Uh, Dr. Jonathan Crane. He's a psychologist—"
"Scarecrow. Another terrorist."
"Man-Bat is a zoologist, Mr. Freeze is a physicist, Harley Quinn has a doctorate in psychology, and Harvey Dent has a doctorate in law. Surely they're fine?"
"Maybe things are different in your world, but in mine, they're all supervillains," Damian said.
"Why don't you just come study at Roland Cathedral? We don't put much stock in academic credentials. Practical skills are our thing." Roland had come to see Batman about something and walked into Wayne Manor with Jason.
"Uh—Hollihan graduated from a renowned police academy, Teacher Victor has a doctorate in physics, and Teacher Floyd apparently has a doctorate in literature..." Jason reminded him.
"Huh? So I can only sit at the same table as Ben?" Roland blinked.
"Teacher Ben never went to school, true, but his family is rich. They donated a building to an Ivy League school, and it gave him a diploma," Jason corrected him. "You can only sit with Sister Jeanne d'Arc."
"How is that even a thing..." Roland pursed his lips. "Whatever. I'm an educator, after all. Academic credentials aren't important."
"When did