The moment the final bell rang, Comprehensive Project Class A scattered.
The teacher hadn't even finished the second half of the sentence before someone in the back row dragged a chair hard enough to throw sparks.
That was how Gotham schools worked.
Classes were held, discipline existed, and school rules covered the walls, but when school let out, everyone still went their own way.
Come on, they had work to get to.
One of their main reasons for coming to school was that only students could take the work-study positions offered by Wayne Enterprises and its partner gangs.
At least everyone in Class A had a position.
As for the underachievers in the DC crowd, who knew? As always, their education pretty much guaranteed they would never become Gotham's major villains. They could only run errands for the major villains.
Gotham didn't accept villains with anything less than a doctorate. It brought down the prestige too much.
The education system was trying hard, and so was the student ecosystem. Neither side had admitted defeat.
Chen Mo stuffed his camera into his bag and zipped it shut.
Dick slung on his bag and headed out with them.
"So we're not investigating today?"
"Investigating what? Why I haven't made up a single sheet of homework?" Chen Mo didn't look back. "Let's not. The literature teacher already publicly executed me once today. A person needs to know when to stop."
Detective comics were Batman's thing. His Spider-Man comics had always been hot-blooded, mindlessly satisfying action comics where every punch hit home.
His super strength told him it was time to use super intelligence.
Chen Mo bet that if he went to Batman now, he would definitely get information on the Mad Hatter.
Barbara tucked her books against her chest.
"So you do know