Short little stories/one shots(not so short) about your favorite speedster and little bird. All of which revolves around soulmates, but not all of them.
| Rival teachers and the entire school ships them. NO SUPERPOWERS NOT SOULMATES |
Dick Grayson, or as his students knew him as Mr. Grayson, the math teacher! was currently on his way to the teachers' lounge to get him some coffee. On his way down he overheard a group of girls talking.
"We have to get them together." Girl #1 spoke.
"But how? They're 'rivals' for a reason." Girl #2 asked.
Soon a group of guys walked by, the main guy speaking, "red rover is in the building and so is the bird."
They gasped, "is everything in place?"
The group of boys nodded their heads. "We'll follow red rover, you all follow the bird. Oh, hey Mr. Grayson."
"Hello kids, aren't getting into to much trouble now are we?"
The group shared a look before shaking their heads. "Well, we need to get to class." Spoke the male leader.
"Yea, wouldn't want to be late!" Spoke the lead female.
They all scurried off, leaving Dick befuddled because they still had 20 minutes left. He shook his head before continuing on his way. He glances up and sees Mr. West, the science teacher, heading his direction.
Their eyes met and they stared each other down. Dick noticed the hallway getting quiet and a few giggles escaping a few students. Once they passed each other, the hallway burst with noise once more.
Dick made it to the lounge, going up and grabbing his cup. He starts making his coffee, not noticing a piece of paper in it until after he nearly chokes on it once it's done.
He reaches in his cup, completely forgetting he just made it and ends up burning his fingers.
He yelled many profanities while he held the piece of paper in between his burnt fingers.
He heard someone clear their throat behind him. He instantly turns around and noticed Mr. West standing there with his own freshly brewed coffee.
"You might want to keep it down." He smirked, "the words you seem to be using and the volume.. Well, people might start assuming things, Mr. Grayson."
He glared at the retreating red heads figure before glancing at the brown soaked paper.
It was difficult to read the smeared writing, but once he did he was baffled.
It was a pick-up line! A SCIENCE pick-up line.
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It didn't have a name, but he could guess who it was from.
Growling, he folded the paper up before stomping out of the room. The group of girls he saw earlier was scurrying away around the corner. How odd.
