aloneindarknes7 | Never to Be Finished

Alright, I did it. I gave into the urge to write one of the biggest Teen Titans cliches. I started a high school with all of the Teen Titans characters. It's based off of the tv show but it has a lot of information from the comic books, including secret identities and histories and what not.
Still, this isn't a typical TT high school experience. It isn't about Dick and Kory falling in love or anything like that; it's a slash fic between Slade and Dick, a duh! I am writing it after all. Come now, you should all know me better than to think that I'd actually write a story where Dick isn't getting eyed by Slade.

Title: First Day
Author: Jordan Herbert
Rating: T
Genre: AU-School'verse
Characters: Slade, Dick/Robin, Roy/Speedy, Karen/Bumblebee, Johnny Rancid, Terra, Kitten, Fang, Garfield/Beast Boy, Raven, Kory/Starfire, Victor/Cyborg, Garth/Aqualad, Jinx, Seymour?See-More, Gizmo, Billy/Billy Numerous, Wally/Kid Flash, Wykkyd/Kid Wykkyd, Mammoth, R.X./Red X, and Addie Kane. Mentioning of Mad Mod as Mr. Mod the gym teacher.
Word Count: 2,070
Summary: The first day of school and Slade already has his favorite student picked out.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Though I am tweaking their histories and a bit of Slade's personality so he can be a cooler teacher.

“I’m sure you’re all thrilled to be back in school.” Groans went throughout the classroom and Slade chuckled as he stood. “Come now, weren’t you all getting sick of sleeping in, hanging with your friends, and enjoying the fresh air and sunshine?” More groans and some dirty looks that time. “Alright, I suppose rubbing it in isn’t going to get me on a good start with all of you.”

Slade cleared his throat and sat down at his desk as he pulled out a seating chart. “Well, might as well take it easy for the first day and just try and get to know each other. My name is Slade Wilson, and not only am I your teacher for basic subjects, I’ll also be your gym teacher until Mr. Mod heals.” He watched as a few heads perked up at hearing about the British teacher being in an accident.

A hand shot up and Slade smirked as he uncapped his pen. “A question already? My, aren’t you the ambitious one Mr. …?”

“Logan, Garfield Logan but everyone calls me Gar.” Slade nodded and Gar continued. “So, are we still going to be playing dodge ball?”

“Why do you care Gar? You suck at that game, man.”

“Shut up, Victor. I’ve been practicing over the summer and you’re so going down.” Gar challenged.

“Oh yeah? Who have you been practicing with? Your girlfriend? How badly did she cream you throughout the summer?” Victor asked as he motioned to the blond blushing besides Gar.

“Alright, kids.” Slade spoke up. “Let’s remember that we are in school again.” The boys both turned back to look at Slade and he smirked. “But to answer your question, Gar, we will play dodge ball, on occasion.” Gar smiled and Slade chuckled.

“Now then, I hope you’re all happy where you’re sitting because that will be your seat for the rest of the year. I only make one seating chart and I use pen. So when I point to you, please tell me what you wish to be called so I may write it down. If you have a nickname, then I’ll call you by that nickname if you wish it. Just as long as you all call me Mr. Wilson, it’s not exactly proper for students to call their teachers by their first names during school hours.” Slade pointed to the girl sitting in the first row. “So then, tell me your name and a little bit about yourself, something special if you wish, so we can all get to know each other better.”

“My name is Karen Beecher.” She smiled as she tapped her black and yellow nails against the desk. “And I’m a bit of a bee charmer so if you ever need some honey, just ask me.”

“My name is Johnny Rancid and I’m into bikes. I got a new ride over the summer so if any chicks need a ride to school anytime, just call Johnny.” The pale kid with long black hair smirked. Slade smirked as well as he watched all the girls in the room make a disgusted look on their faces.

“I’m Terra and I’m into rock climbing. Over the summer, I rock climbed over fifteen different gorges.” Terra brushed some of her long blond hair back and fixed the butterfly clip in her hair.

“My name’s Kitten, meow.” Slade frowned as he watched the girl wearing too much pink claw at the air. “My daddy’s rich and over the summer he took me flying around the world with Fangy.”

Slade nodded as he finished writing the names down on his seating chart and nodded to the next row to start. “I’m Roy and I’m the one who’ll be winning all the medals for our Archery team this year.” The red head smirked.

“My name is Raven. I like to read books.” The pale girl wearing dark colors muttered quietly.

“I’m Gar and I’m totally into all types of animals. I plan on working in a zoo when I get older.” Gar announced as he slicked his green dyed hair back.

“My name’s Fang and I have a spider collection of some of the most poisonous spiders around the world. Thanks to my girlfriend, Kitten.” He winked at Kitten and she pawed, annoying, at the air again.

Sighing, Slade pointed to the next row to begin and he did a double take as he stared at the boy smiling at him. He had spiky black hair and the brightest blue eyes Slade had ever seen. “And what is your name?” Slade asked with a smile.

“My name is Dick Grayson.” Dick smiled back. “And I’m--”

“Dude, your last name is still Grayson?” Roy interrupted and Dick scowled.

“Yes, Roy,” Dick glared. “I guess I’ll just tell about how I’m adopted by Bruce Wayne instead of telling everyone that I’m on the Gymnastic Team.”

“Dude, the Gymnastic Team is totally gay. No one wants to hear about that anyways.” Dick punched Roy in the shoulder and the red head glared as he rubbed his shoulder.

“No way, you’re the adoptive son to that billionaire?” Kitten called out from the back and Dick nodded as he squirmed in his seat slightly. Slade could tell that Dick was obviously uncomfortable about the subject.

“You can get to know each other a bit later. Let’s continue, please.” Slade pointed to the red haired girl sitting behind Dick.

“My name is Kory and I moved here two years ago from Europe so please forgive me if I make any speaking errors.” Kory smiled brightly.

“I’m Victor Stone and I’ll be leading our Basketball team to the champ circle this year.” Victor exclaimed as he pumped his hand into the air for emphasis. Slade caught the basketball wristband on his left hand and shook his head amusingly.

“My name is Garth and I’m captain of the swim team.” Garth flicked his long, black hair behind his shoulders and Slade caught many of the girls blush.

Slade chuckled. “It seems like we have a lot of athletes in our class. I guess I’ll know who to pick for the team captains.” Slade pointed to the next row to start and he noted absentmindedly how he hadn’t been able to take his eye off of Dick yet.

“I’m called Jinx because I have the worst of luck sometimes.” She smiled and ran a hand through her pink hair.

“I’m Seymour and I’ve been working on how to hypnotize people over the summer.” Seymour grinned as a few kids chuckled.

“Gizmo’s the name and I have an IQ higher than most of you barf-brains can properly count to.” Gizmo sneered as a few of the other kids glared in his direction.

“My name’s Billy. I’m from the south and I love eatin’ home cooked meals.” Billy grinned and adjusted his red coat.

Slade nodded his head and pointed to the last row. “My name is Wally and I’m the fastest member on track.” Slade couldn’t help but notice that he had quite a few red haired people in his class that year.

“His name’s Wykkyd.” Seymour announced to the class for the kid dressed in all black. “He doesn’t really talk.” Slade furrowed his brow as he stared at the kid.

“He doesn’t or he can’t?” Slade asked. The pale boy simply stared at him and Seymour shrugged his shoulders. “Alright then, next person.”

“I’m Mammoth and I’m on the wrestling team.” The large teen announced.

“Call me R.X. and whoever owns this watch,” the brown haired boy held up said watch. “It’s broken.”

“Hey, that’s my watch.” Dick stood from his chair. “You stole my watch!”

R.X. chuckled and tossed the watch across the room. Dick caught it single handedly and sat down again as he glared at the boy. “Yeah, well good thing you can buy a new one, rich boy. That ones broken.”

“It’s always been broken.” Dick muttered as he placed the watch back on his wrist. “It was my father’s.”

“Alright then,” Slade finished writing down the last name and stood. “I must say that we have quite a few characters in this classroom. Now, we’ve all learned something about all of you, what you like to learn about me? Feel free to ask as many questions as you want.”

A few hands hesitantly were raised and Slade nodded at Roy. “Are you a cool teacher or a hard one?”

Slade chuckled and walked to the front of his desk, directly in front of Dick’s, and leaned against it. “I’d consider myself a combination of both. But it really depends on what you’ll think of me.”

“Do you give out a lot of homework?” Victor asked.

“I promise that you won’t get more than an hour’s worth unless it’s a project. And I never give homework out over the weekend.” A few of his students cheered and he chuckled lightly. “Now, these questions are great and all, but none of them are really about me, just my career.”

“I have a question, Mr. Wilson. You don’t have to answer it if it’s too personal though.” Dick raised his hand and Slade smiled and encouraged him to continue. “How did you loose your eye?” A few of the kids gasped that Dick was bold enough to ask that on the first day and Dick shrunk in his chair. “I’m sorry, never mind. Forget that I--”

“No, it’s perfectly fine. I know that others besides you are just as curious about my eye patch. They’re just not as brave as you are to actually ask.” Slade grinned as Dick smiled. “I lost my eye when my wife tried to kill me.” A few of the kids gasped and he chuckled at their shock expressions. “Yes well, I suppose I did earn it, in a way. She didn’t obtain her goal, obviously, but she did cause me to go into a coma for a few weeks while she issued a divorce. She took custody over the kids but I don’t mind since I get to see them every now and again. Besides, she--”

The classroom door opened and a tall lady with short brown hair walked in with a folder in her hand. “Ah, Addie; I was just talking about you.” Slade smiled as he walked to meet her in the doorway.

“Slade,” Principal Kane glared. “I’ve told you before; it’s Mrs. Kane to you.” She shoved the folder into his hand and quickly slammed the door. Slade chuckled and opened the file.

“Mr. Wilson, why did Principal Kane try to kill you?” Roy asked as he watched Slade closely. Slade closed the file and placed it on his desk as he noticed every eye on him.

“Before I was a teacher, I was a mercenary.” Gasps of surprise filled the room and the student’s all quieted themselves as they silently urged him to continue. “I went by the name of Deathstroke the Terminator and I made a few enemies during that short time of my life. One of my enemies hurt my youngest son, Joey, and so Addie lost her temper with me.” Everyone began to murmur to each other and Slade sat on his desk quietly as he heard different conversations.

“That’s so cool.” “Is he allowed to teach after all of that?” “Dude, I’m not playing any practical jokes on him.” “Do you think he’d bring in one of his old guns?”

“Now that my little story has sunk in, I hope to inform you that with a creative story that seems remarkable and a serious tone of voice, you can get anyone to believe anything you want them to.” Slade smirked as he waited for one of the students to understand him.

“That was all a lie.” Dick spoke up and Slade nodded.

“Yes, it was. But it would be pretty cool if it was real, huh?” Slade grinned. “I hope that next year, if you teacher allows you to introduce yourselves, you’ll make up some better stories.” A few of the students laughed and Slade chuckled as he opened the folder again. “Alright then, Mrs. Kane just gave me a mandatory beginning of the year test. I hope you all have pencils.” Groans escaped the students’ mouths and Slade smirked as he passed out the tests. He had a feeling that he was up for an interesting year.