[ Mrs. Donnel's eyes are on them a few moments longer, and it's a testament only to the power of years of grueling circus routines and batcave training sessions that Dick manages the sedate pace a walk back to algebra class warrants on a Friday afternoon. While a dozen frantic why's whirl through his head, while he has to check himself again and again against glancing to his left, half-afraid of taking his eyes off him even for a second. As if that's all it'll take for him to vanish into nothing again.
Just as they turn the corner a nervous glance behind him confirms his suspicions: she's back in her classroom, the halls are deserted. Class is in session. ]
In here! [ He whispers it with a little more force than he knows is probably necessary, then abruptly changes direction to grab Damian's arm and shove him towards the bathroom door. As soon as they're inside he's quick to lock the door, then rush from stall to stall in a surge of frantic motion, checking each to make sure the room is unoccupied. ]
Okay, tell me- [ And the last stall is checked. He presses his back against it, face caught between fierce hope and sudden wariness. ] -ask me something. Something only I'd know.
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Just as they turn the corner a nervous glance behind him confirms his suspicions: she's back in her classroom, the halls are deserted. Class is in session. ]
In here! [ He whispers it with a little more force than he knows is probably necessary, then abruptly changes direction to grab Damian's arm and shove him towards the bathroom door. As soon as they're inside he's quick to lock the door, then rush from stall to stall in a surge of frantic motion, checking each to make sure the room is unoccupied. ]
Okay, tell me- [ And the last stall is checked. He presses his back against it, face caught between fierce hope and sudden wariness. ] -ask me something. Something only I'd know.