Tim had considered asking the faculty to change his schedule, or his seating arrangements, to move him away from Aomine once the derisive attitude had escalated to physical harassment. He had decided against it in the end - it was already pushing his privilege as Bruce's ward to excuse his necessary absences, adding another request might irritate some of the teachers into paying more attention to him than he would prefer. And besides, having his very own dedicated bully constantly stealing his lunch, tripping or elbowing him and meeting no resistance... in its own way, it served his purposes, although Aomine couldn't know that.
After he silently excused himself from another class by getting up and walking out, Tim moved surprisingly quickly through the mostly empty hallways and out into the warmth of the afternoon. In defiance of rumours that it always rained in Gotham, the sun was out, peeking between scattered clouds, but the people milling the streets were just as uninterested in looking up to observe it beyond a quick glance as ever, too focused on their own business.
Wherever Tim was going, it meant heading into town - and then into an alleyway that turned out to be a dead end. As he climbed up the fire escape on one side, the rusted metal creaking under his weight, a cat wandered past him, and jumped down to the alley below just as he reached the top. It was the kind of thing that might draw someone's attention upwards at just the wrong time, but the alley had been empty, and the people around here were unlikely to be interested in a back alley - this early in the day, anyway.
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Date: 2014-06-25 10:37 pm (UTC)After he silently excused himself from another class by getting up and walking out, Tim moved surprisingly quickly through the mostly empty hallways and out into the warmth of the afternoon. In defiance of rumours that it always rained in Gotham, the sun was out, peeking between scattered clouds, but the people milling the streets were just as uninterested in looking up to observe it beyond a quick glance as ever, too focused on their own business.
Wherever Tim was going, it meant heading into town - and then into an alleyway that turned out to be a dead end. As he climbed up the fire escape on one side, the rusted metal creaking under his weight, a cat wandered past him, and jumped down to the alley below just as he reached the top. It was the kind of thing that might draw someone's attention upwards at just the wrong time, but the alley had been empty, and the people around here were unlikely to be interested in a back alley - this early in the day, anyway.