"You mean... you want me to teach... them?"
Dick Grayson squatted gracelessly in the shade of a tree, watching the children running around the school. He scratched frantically at his hair and gave Barbara Gordon, who stood beside him, a deeply troubled look.
"What do you want me to teach them? Combat? Stealth? Surveillance and countersurveillance? Wouldn't learning all that just make them harder to control? Besides..."
Dick stood up and planted his hands on his hips. "I'm Batman's Robin, Bruce Wayne's adopted son, the young master of Wayne Manor, and you want me to babysit? I..."
"I'm the sheriff of the East End, the people's savior! A few words from me bring in millions in sponsorship, a wave of my hand drives back a Kryptonian invasion, and you actually want me to babysit?"
They both turned to find Harleen pushing a wheelchair in from outside the school. Li Jie sat in it, his arms and legs wrapped in bandages, still yelling nonstop, "Send me to the battlefield..."
"Stop shouting. Racing your wheelchair around here will set a bad example for the children."
Harleen leaned close to his ear and said softly, "You've beaten up Kryptonians. How hard could teaching a few children be? Besides, all active-duty officers have to take shifts at the school. You have to lead by example."
"Lead by example!"
Barbara turned to Dick. "Even the sheriff has to lead by example. What about you?"
Raven took over and wheeled Li Jie into the shade of a tree beside the playground. Five seconds later, a crowd of children gathered around him.
"The sheriff's in a wheelchair! The sheriff's awesome!"
"Sheriff, what happened to your legs?"
"Sheriff, did you lose a fight with aliens?"
"Uh..." He looked at Raven beside him. "Do I absolutely have to