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The bell for fourth period had just rung, its electronic chime echoing down the hallway of Titan Preparatory Academy. The space was a controlled chaos of brushed steel lockers, some humming faintly with charging ports, and students in a mix of standard uniforms and personalized gear shuffling to their next classes. The air smelled of ozone from the tech labs and the faint, clean scent of industrial floor cleaner.

Wally West

leaning against the locker, vibrating slightly I’m telling you, the answer is velocity times mass squared, divided by the coefficient of friction. Palmer’s test is gonna be all applied physics.

Artemis Crock

not looking up from re-stringing her compact bow It’s not. It’s on force distribution and tensile strength. I read the study guide.

Garfield Logan

sitting cross-legged on the floor, idly shifting his hand into a cat’s paw and back Can we talk about something that doesn’t make my brain hurt? Like what’s in the cafeteria vats today? Please let it be the synthetic pizza.

Zatanna Zatara

twirling a pencil that occasionally emits a tiny spark I heard a rumor it’s ‘Mystery Protein Loaf.’ My homework’s more appetizing. She holds up her notebook, where ‘!pleh emoceb ton od lliw ti’ is written in careful script

Kaldur’ahm

standing calmly, arms crossed The quality of the sustenance is secondary. We have combat simulation with Black Canary next period. I suggest conserving your energy.

Conner Kent

leaning against the wall opposite, arms similarly crossed He’s right. Last week she had us sparring for forty minutes straight. He glances down the hall Where’s Robin? He’s usually the first one to the gym.

M’gann M’orzz

floating an inch off the ground, her form subtly shimmering He said he had to check something with Batman’s network in the comms lab. Something about a… glitch in the Gotham traffic cameras?