[centre][b][h3][color=#f11712][url=http://i.imgur.com/HAH5bhd.png]Richard Kyle[/url][/color][/h3][/b][/centre]

"I've been around a few metas in my time, but not so many who were closer to my age." Richard confessed. "I don't think you'll have to worry about being on par though," he said, reassuringly, "I'm sure that there's at least one person here who could be your match." He resisted the urge to wink, instead admiring Aurtha as discreetly as he could. She was certainly attractive. A toned physique, tall, alluring eyes and an amazing-

"Anyway," he piped up suddenly. The thought that she might be a mind reader had just presented itself. "Maybe we could hang out, help each other in case we get lost?" A slime possibility. He'd studied the layout of the school long before he'd arrived, like he was planning a heist. "My name's Richard, by the way." He introduced himself, holding out his hand.

[@Lionhearted]

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[centre][b][h3][color=#f11712][url=http://i.imgur.com/4tdbRu6.jpg]Bruce Wayne[/url][/color][/h3][/b][/centre]

Bruce Wayne sat at his desk, patiently. It had been a few minutes since the PA had called Araxie Annan to his office and it was obvious she was taking her time. It had just given him more time to prepare. He'd already decided on his approach. Blunt and honest with a hint of insulting. 

The moment she zoomed into his office, the containment protocols were activated. By the time Araxie's feet were on Bruce's desk, she would have felt the slight electric shock of the kinetic energy absorption field kicking in, slowing her bodily process to normal speeds. Behind them, the door automatically shut itself, locking with a click.
Silently, Bruce Wayne turned his computer monitor to face Araxie, upon which was displayed a list of names, obviously online monikers and handles, all of which Araxie would recognize or find familiar.

"My research department has taken to calling your blood 'V9-1118', or Velocity 9 Variant Eleven-Eighteen. All of the high, none of the side effects, they tell me." He looked at the girl levelly. He was used to this kind of behavior. He was the father of Damian Wayne, after all. "But it wasn't always side-effect free, was it, when you originally started dealing V9."

Bruce pressed a key. The majority of the names disappeared save for four.

"Your customers were arrested yesterday except for these four. No point in arresting dead buyers." He clicked a key again, an image of an elderly man appeared, laying in his bed as if her were asleep. "One had died of old age at twenty-four years old," Another click. This time a picture of woman laying unconscious on the floor filled the screen, "One took her own life in an attempt to escaped withdrawal-induced hallucinations," Click. Two images appeared, side-by-side. One was of a brick wall, the other of a bank vault door. Both were covered in dried blood with what looked like chunks of meat clinging to the surface. The brick wall had what looked like a crater in it. "And two tried to phase through walls at speeds reaching Mach One." He clicked once more. The images disappeared.

"They failed."

Bruce Wayne stood up and walked over to his window, keeping his back turned to Araxie Annan. She wanted a reaction from him, that much was obvious from her entrance. He supposed he should give her one.

"I run a school attended by the most powerful, hormonal, emotionally fragile people on the planet. Do you really think so little of me that you don't think I have a way to address every situation that may arise as a result?" He placed his hands behind his back, "I would think you were smarter then that, but your actions have proven otherwise." He paused for a moment, letting the jab hang in the air for what must have seemed like a eternity to the slowed down speedster.

"I don't expect you to know some everything. I don't expect you to know what happens when you inject someone who has a pacemaker with V9-1118 without their knowledge, how could you? You don't have a medical degree. How could you know that it would cause a man's heart rate to accelerate beyond what the pacemaker was programmed to handle, causing a heart attack?" Bruce turned and began to walk back to his desk, "I doubt you meant to hospitalize a father of three."

He sat back behind the desk.

"But I do expect a V9 manufacturer and dealer to know chemistry, like what happens when you inject V9-1118 into an unsuspecting woman with diabetes. That it would cause her metabolism to accelerate in such a way that she would become hypoglycemic within minutes and slip into a diabetes coma by the time emergency services arrived, hospitalizing a mother of two." A cold expression crossed Bruce Wayne's face. He glared at Araxie, unflinching.

"Normally, I would have had you arrested for Manufacturing and Distributing a Class-1 Inducement Substance, to say the least, but I was asked to give you a chance. And I did. And then on your first day, you do this." Bruce's eyes narrowed. "I've been told both of the people you hospitalized have a 40% chance of recovery. The mother has the lowest chance." His eyes were burning holes into the young speedster, "That's why I will be making sure they receive the best care on the planet, increasing their chances to 65%. It is also why you will be covering their medical expenses. Every last cent. And why, if they die, I will not only have you charged with Manufacturing and Distributing a Class-1 Inducement Substance, but also Negligent Homicide. I will have you placed in Arkham. Much like here, they have facilities designed to contain speedsters. You will be placed in a Zero-G cell where the temperature does not exceed thirty-degrees Fahrenheit. The only time you will feel a solid surface is after the daily blood transfusions you will undergo to remove any V9-1118 from your bloodstream." Suddenly, Bruce Wayne clicked another button. "That is, if I ever get the chance."

A twitter video appeared on the monitor, it was of a man being loaded into the back of an ambulance while a tearful woman followed.

"Look at how these metas treat peaceful protesters!" A male voice spoke from behind the camera, "Poisoning us and trying to turn us against each other just because they're scared of our voice! Never let anyone tell you the Regime is dead, look at what they do to anyone who dares speak up against their New World Order! Red Hood! Red Hood! Red Hood!"

The chanting continued until the video ended abruptly, with the only text accompanying the tweet being a single hashtag reading #redhood and a counter showing that the video had been shared forty-nine times in the last ten minutes.

The screen went black and Bruce Wayne was again glaring at Araxie. "It is my job to protect my students. Obviously, if anyone tries to come after you, I will do everything in my power to make sure you are safe. No matter how stupid I think you are. But if you deal illicit substances in my school, you will be charged and expelled. If you drug someone without their knowledge or consent, you will be charged and expelled. If you commit any crimes while enrolled here, you will be charged and expelled. In fact, your goal for this semester is not to pass you classes, but to remain enrolled, because there is only so much I can do to ensure your safety once you leave these grounds."

Behind Araxie, the door unlocked and swung open.

"You're dismissed, Miss Annan. Assembly is in five minutes. You [i]will[/i] be on time."

[@Burning Kitty]