The Savior of Robin Quinzel

Warning!This story is a major boyxboy. XD

Author's Note:So a little back ground on this story; my favorite characters in the DC World, are Harley Quinn, Robin, Batman, and Joker. I inserted myself into the story because I'm a delusional person. Ha, just kidding…. sort of. For future references, I don't own any of the DC Characters, Places, Things, etc. Oh, I also wrote another story, Frozen Solid, but I think this one tops the other by far. I know this chapter probably isn't the most interesting to start out on, but just bear with me; it gets a lot better quickly! So without further a due:

Robin's P.O.V.

I sighed as I took my first steps up to the front door. The Head Master was to be waiting for me just inside the school. I was nervous to say the least. The school had a Greek/Roman look to it. Beautiful ivory pillars, wrapped in wild ivy vines, marble stairs, and refined granite rails, it definitely earned the title, charter. I pulled back the door and a gust of cool air, and the smell of new school hit me. It was all so exhilarating yet, at the same time, nerve racking. I took two steps in and was immediately greeted by a taller man, with salt and pepper hair.

"Hello, Robin! I am Head Master Crispe of the Gotham City Charter School for Boys! I'm glad you are out new addition to this fine establishment." I took a look around, and there were boys running to and fro, side to side, bobbing and weaving through the flowing crowds. I'm guessing that a class just ended and they are rushing to the next. "Sorry about the hustle and bustle of the hallways. First period just ended." He chuckled, "Speaking of classes, if you would follow me, we will get you your class schedule and fill you in on some special policies we have."

"Yes, sir." I followed him through to a door that he opened. When we entered what I assumed as the main office, the secretaries smiled, and returned to the numerous calls and piles of paperwork that needed to be finalized. We reached a hallway - well more of a stretch of offices which lead to the Head Master's Office. Whilst walking down the "Stretch" I glanced in the various offices only to find that one secretary had a pretty big obsession with Bruce Wayne. Next, the Head Master's Senior Adviser was actually quite dashing, but I pushed that thought away as quickly as it came to me, and then finally the Headmaster's office. He shuffled through some keys that he conjured from his pocket, and opened his office. We entered and he quietly closed the door behind us.

"Please, sit down."

"Yes, sir."

"So, here is your schedule. It is second period right now, so that means you have advanced mathematics, with Mr. Williams." I respectfully took the schedule and gave it a quick gander. After scanning it over, I returned my view to the black eyes that stared at me like daggers. "Now on your charter application, you were honest and up front with us, so we discussed it and accepted due to the honesty. You told us you were gay, and we respect that you were so open, but policies state that you have to be honest with everyone. When you first enter the class, the teacher will most likely ask for your name. When they do you must tell the teacher and the whole class your, uh, sexuality." Well I guess that's fair, but I'm going to get some hurtful comments for such a confession. "Well, now that we are all done here, I guess you should scurry off to Mathematics. So, have fun, and put yourself out there!"

"Yes, Head Master Crispe." I swiftly slung my backpack over my shoulder, stood up, and exited his office. With every step I took down the stretch, the nerves grew and subsided rather rapidly. When my feet hit the secretary area, the nerves were gone yet, my heart was bound to jump out of my chest. Mentally thinking of the worst possible scenarios probably wasn't the best part for me. The bell rang. Emerging from the office, the crazy traffic in the hallway dissipated extremely quick-like. "Math with Williams. Math with Williams." I mumbled to myself. I hope he isn't a push over, or a stern freak, I always hate when that happens' my thoughts were boiling in my head. Let's go, and find out I guess. I adjusted my backpack and shuffled down the hallway, turned right, up the stairs, and the fourth door on my right.

"Ah! You must be the new student!" What I'm presuming to be Mr. Williams said.

"Uh, yeah." I let out a shy laugh.

"Well don't be afraid, I don't bite... hard." He let out something between a laugh and a bellow.

"Hi, everyone. I'm, uh, Robin Quinzel" Surveying the room from the door way, I notice a pair of crystal blue eyes just staring at me, and I think I stuttered after that, "and, uh, I, um, uh, I-I-I'm supposed to tell you that, uh, I'm gay." At this point everyone's stares hit me like a ton of bricks. Those beautiful crystal blue eyes were lost in a sea of greens and browns and red, which I guessed they were wearing special contacts.

"Well that's good to know. Glad to have you in here."

Someone tried to cough the word under their breath "Fag."

"Hey! Who said that?!" Mr. Williams looked enraged, but then again, maybe I just wanted him to be. With that devastating comment, I just looked down at my feet and took a seat towards the back corner away from everyone. Although, a particular pair of eyes followed me to my seat. When I glanced toward them, the pair of gorgeous sapphires darted away. "Well, while you are still the subject of the matter, Mr. Quinzel, tell us three interesting things about you." I stood up and took a couple of breaths.

"Um, I don't know my birth parents, I just know my mom went psycho, but she isn't in Arkham. My birthday is in a week and a half, and-" Someone mumbled,

"You're a fag?" I just shrugged it off, from the group of hysterically laughing kids on the other side of the room.

"I live in an orphanage."

"Good to know. Now back to the exciting world of polynomial functions!" The entire class groaned but I was pretty engaged! I like math - just when the teacher isn't crazy. "Who knows what the degree of the function X to the third, plus four X to the second, plus two is?" I looked around the room, and noticed no one raised their hand. They either didn't know or just didn't care. My hand shot up.

"The degree is three."

"Correct. You might just be the breath of fresh air I needed Robin." I smiled, "Otherwise this would be a long year."