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Vernon shook his head. His power ring ceased its warm green sputter, and he walked inside of the school. WHen he finally got inside, there were maps everywhere, it seemed. Did Batman think his students were senile or was the Bat finally beginning to mirror the poor vision of his namesake? If the latter, it was a true shame; it made Vernon realize that even the finest mortals soon succumb to time's advance. Such a revelation filled him with awe and wonder, he foresaw the day he would give up his ring in old age or in death--he was hopeful it wouldn't come about by way of [i]mortus[/i]--yet he also saw the day where he could give up the worry that came with being a hero. Yes, the day when one has reached the twilight of life and has the honor of raising grandchildren in the company of his beleaguered wife and progeny who would probably hate him. A good life it would be, indeed.

Vernon located where the assembly would take place and he headed in the appropriate direction. He kept interaction with the other mass of students to a minimum, and retained a vigilant eye on his surroundings as he walked. After his 'altercation' with the protester, he had enough interaction for one day--if he could help it, that is. Things befall one regardless of his wishes. Mindful of such unlucky occurrences, Vernon attempted to stalwart his mind against this mysterious tide of potential unfortunate circumstance; he was, of course, playing a fool's game--and he never was good at games.

He made his way to the assembly, and then realized he was woefully early. He also realized he was more woeful than early, he hated being early; being early always meant he had guessed wrong. If there was one thing Vernon hated above most else, it was making the wrong guess about things he could control. In his case, it often meant someone else made the [i]right[/i] guess and had the advantage. A Lantern should never lose his advantage, because without advantage, Vernon thoought, one had no leverage--and without leverage, one had to guess even more, and making the wrong guess meant a lapse in judgement, which gave gave way to the situation having control over him; a lack of control made it easier for fear to take hold. Lanterns don't fear. That's what he was taught, anyway. He hadn't had the time to test this philosophy. Vernon hoped he was never in a position where he had to do such a thing.