[Center][B]Raphael [Color=Orange][Sup]Crosshairs[/Sup][/Color] Linden[/B][/Center]
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[I][B]Star City; The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development[/B]
[Indent]Tuesday, October 28 2015[/Indent][/I]
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At breakneck speed, Raphael charged through the courtyard of the Academic Quadrangle, stomping on the freshly mowed grass and feeling the moisture creep into his socks. He was sure they'd have a green stain whenever he stopped.

In his left hand was a breakfast burrito, one of many that he'd saved in case he'd need to make a sudden escape. He kept them in a minifridge by his bed. Storing any food in the shared kitchen of the dormitories was a mistake. Evidently not even having the greatest detectives and champions of justice known to the world within a hundred yards at any given time was enough to deter a hungry teenager. In his right hand was his cell phone.

The iPhone 12S he was holding was actually running an application called "TeachSeek". Despite sounding like a study aid, it was based on an application called "CopSpot" from the previous decade. How it worked was there was a map of a city, or in this case The Corrigan, and people would ping their location every time they saw a cop. Rather than a cop, it was a signal to help students evade the staff and any snitches who couldn't mind their own business. All of the [I]good[/I] troublemakers had been using it for years and students gifted with software, particularly prestigious math students, had been coaxed into helping it learn the patterns of the staff.

For all they tried, the staff couldn't change their routine enough to invalidate it completely and most would not cross the line of hacking the program. Most of those who would cross the line were either apathetic to it or incapable. It was by no means perfect, though. Shapeshifters were mistakable and sometimes people simply didn't make reports.

Today it seemed that the halls of the Lab and Technology Wing were clear as crystal. So he was free to charge down the hallway at his leisure, a little too quickly for any teachers inside the classes to spot him once he passed by and shot up the staircase.

His instructor, Miss Harper Rowe was fairly popular among the teenage boys of the campus. Unlike most of the Batfamily, she actually seemed gothic out of costume. Her comparatively young age made her an object of interest, moreso than Donna Troy or Renee Montoya. But the reason she was more talked about than, say, Stephanie Brown for example, was her choices in makeup. Somedays she looked as ugly as a dog, but others her pale complexion offered a flattering contrast against her hair and leather.

He was three minutes late and entered the room. All eyes were trained on him like rifles ready to fire.

"Fancy meeting you here, Mr. Linden. Care to join us?"

[Color=Orange]"Yeah, sure. Why not?"[/Color] He halfheartedly answered before turning his eyes to the floor and strolling to his seat.

"What kept you? Forget to wake up again?" the girl to his right teased.

[Color=Orange]"Nah, was just on the phone with your mom too long."[/Color] The girl's face morphed to instant disgust and Ms. Rowe snorted from her desk before trying to hide the laugh.

"Beatrice, be a good [I]trice[/I] now and listen up when I'm teaching. Unlike the arts, what I'm teaching is probably going to save someones life."

Raph laughed victoriously. It was no real secret who the teacher's favorite student was.

Beatrice slid Raph a note that read "When you're done banging the teacher put in a good word for the rest of us." Raph gawked at the print before forcing a smile.