This was for the YJ anon meme. It was prompt about Robin getting exposed as Richard Grayson and well... this sort of happened due to another prompt as well.

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"Well… This is going to be a fun day." The 25-year-old Math teacher chuckled darkly as he heard another blast echo the halls of the school. The explosions were getting closer to his classroom with ever passing second.

It had just been a normal Friday. Head to school on the dirty bus cause he couldn't afford to fix his bike, teach to some of the richest kids in Gotham who could care less about Math unless it had to do with their parents bank accounts, eat in the cafeteria cause the lunch ladies gave him free food, teach for another few hour and then spend most of his afternoon correct a stack of papers he had been putting off. Most students as well as teachers had gone home by now. He should have been one of the last people in the building besides the janitors.

Or at least that's what it should have been.

"This is what you call fun?"

His blue eyes drifted to Richard Grayson who was standing besides him at the door clutching on to his bag. The young ward of Bruce Wayne had stayed after for help on the next Mathlete competition coming up. The kid never actually needed any help, he was smart and one of his favorite students, but his presence in the classroom was something to keep the teacher from handing himself from the rafters for work overload. Once the math teacher made an of hand comment about Batman saving his life the kid open right up to him.

Never thought he would have some of the conversations he had with a 13-year-old kid.

In this case however, he really wished the kid wasn't such an over achiever and had gone home. His years on the streets taught him 3 things about fights and danger; hide, run, or fight.

Even though the stress of the week was making him itch to punch something, getting the kid next to him to safety made him scratch that idea.

"How fast are you?" He asked as another explosion shook the room. It was even closer this time and he hoped he was imagining the laugh that made his blood ruin cold.

"Fast." Dick replied quickly his eyes darting from the door to the window that was two stories up. Which wouldn't have been a problem if administration hadn't moved him out of his original room that had a tree next to it. Damn seniority and zen bull crap.

"I gonna have to take your word for it kid." He replied, as the laughs got louder. Taking a quick peak out the door, it was now or never. Leaving everything in the room but his bag and leather jacket he shoved Dick out the door and to the left. He quickly out paced the teen, as he seemed almost to be slowing down. The teacher was going to loose him at this rate. "Too slow Kid!" He snapped as he turned around and picked up the Kid in his arms. He ran down the long hall just a bit slower than before even with the added weight of Dick now hanging over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" Dick hissed but didn't move around so much that the older man lost his balance or anything. At least the kid wasn't screaming. Then again with how many times Richard Grayson had supposedly been kidnapped… The laughing echoed the halls again and he knew as the teen freezed up on his shoulder he wasn't imagining it. "Joker?"

Holy fuck.

"You sure?" Of all the villains in Gotham, and there were a shit ton of them, it had to be him.

"Yea… He crashed a police ball I was at once…"

Holy fuck just didn't cut it. He stopped abruptly in front of a pile of rubble. The worst thing about it was it was blocking the stairs. And the only other staircase was in the other direction. "Not good." He muttered a bit out of breath and ran his fingers through strands of his dark red hair.

"We can hide in there." The voice spoke right into his ear and he almost forgot the kid was on his shoulder and pointing to the classroom over to the side. It was as good as any. Whisking out the master keys from his pocket, glad that the janitor had given him a spare after all his late nights.

The classroom was dark with no windows and he was going to keep it that way. Locking the door behind him and placing Dick on the ground once more, he finally caught his breath. With the staircase no longer an option he severely wished that he hadn't forgotten to pay his phone bills that month. "Got a cell?" He asked the teen with a small smirk.

"In my locker." Well there went that thought. With all of the explosions someone must have called the police but it would have been nice to confirm help was on the way. The worse case scenario… Well even if it had been years he still could put up a good fight. If he could distract the Joker then Dick could run past him and out of harms way… But that didn't leave much of a chance for him but hell… Going out with a fight wouldn't be that bad.

"Mr. Todd?"

He looked to Dick who was staring at him seriously. He cracked a grin felling calmer than he was just minutes ago, "Told ya before, call me Jason."

"Jason…" The tone was stern and made Jason Todd, a teacher of all of 3 years, do a double take. "Can you keep a secret?"

"What are you talking about kid?" Dick held out his bag in front of him. It was zipped open and was missing the textbooks that should have been inside. Instead in the dim light he could make out a pile of clothes and a bright yellow R. He sucked in a breath and looked up from the bag to meet blue eyes that match his own. "You?"

"I'm Robin."

Jason sucked in a breath of air. He would say it was impossible and it honestly should have been. But it made more sense as the seconds ticked by. Taking a breath, "What do you want me to do?"

It was Dick's turn to look surprised, "Ok That was not how I was expecting that to go… What? No questions? Denials? Anything?"

"You're a serious kid, Dick. You wouldn't joke about shit like this. Plus, the way I figure, we have all the time in the world to talk about this after we get out of this." He chuckled and poked the surprised teen in the forehead. "So what do you want me to do?"

"Turn around for starters." Jason couldn't help but chuckle at this and turned around while he heard the teen change behind him. He kept and eye out through the window in the door to see if he could see any movement outside. He didn't spot anything but heard the sounds out in the hall and those weren't getting any quieter. A tap on the shoulder told him it was ok to look. As he glanced to the side he tried to hide the shock of a completely different person standing next to him. Dick Grayson was gone and replaced by Robin standing tall and strong even in the situation he had found himself in. "Now I go and face Joker. Alone."

"No." Was his instant reply as he down right glared at the younger and shorter male. He was NOT going to let him go and face one of the worst villains in Gotham alone. "Actually, hell no."

"Look you have no idea what he's like! I've gone up against him before! I can handle him and you can get away!"

"I don't give a shit. I bet you've never handled him alone!"

Dick- no Robin growled at him and took something from his belt and shoved it into his hands. They were 3 birdirangs. "Its still a no! But take these if you need them. You throw them with a flick of your wrist." Before Jason could even put up an argument Robin was out the door, which he could have sworn he locked. Cursing he wanted to take off after him and do something. Anything would have been better than this.

That's when it hit him. He dropped his bag to the ground and opened it. Inside the bag, almost staring back at him, was the red helmet for his motorcycle he was taking home from school. He had forgotten to take it home after he had been towed from school the day before. It could hide his face. He could…

He slid the helmet over his head feeling a bit weird wearing it indoors but ignore it. He could see out of it just fine. Reaching down he pulled out his brown leather gloves that fit snuggly on his hands and would protect them somewhat.

Jason took a deep breath and hid his bag under the teacher's desk and clenched the birdarangs in his hand.

Turning the door to the hall he gulped and stepped forward, "Look out Joker, here comes a pissed off math teacher."

He was so screwed.

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