Buses weren't quite in Tony's area of expertise. Well, not the kind one road to a school. Or... okay anywhere.

But he might have designed one or two! Maybe. He had a lot of patents already, okay?

But there he was, holding onto his backpack and looking around cautiously. Where was Rhodey when you needed him?

"Yeah," Tony said, glancing over to stare first at the hair, then at the phone. Back to the hair once again before remembering: girl. He cleared his throat, trying to sit more casually. "High school," he added like that said it all.

He so shoulda asked Rhodey more questions about what people did in high school.

"Aren't there teachers?" Tony asked the guy in the ascot. Ascot. Even he knew that was weird. Yeah, this was soooo gonna go well.

Sov put their back down, relieved to have found the sign. The noise and oddness of this place made them more uneasy than the portal itself, but this was carefully hidden behind a mask of wary indifference.

They glanced a little at the other people waiting, but didn't really try to make eye contacts.

[I'm off to bed soon but will pick up pings in the morning]

"Hello." Sov offered a small smile.

That hair colour was hard not to notice. Could it be natural? "Is that your natural hair colour?"

Sov gave a small nod. "My grand thought I'd benefit from a different kind of education." There was a slight pause, then they added: "I'm Sov."

Stephanie's briefing about Fandom High had been as thorough as you might expect a briefing from Batman would be (except for the part where certain key bits of information had eluded his sources somehow), so the portal travel wasn't a surprise. Still weird, but not a surprise.

At least Bruce had supplied her with new -- but not overtly expensive-looking -- luggage for the trip; apparently her beat-up old gym bags wouldn't do.

She was slouched against the wall, looking over the schedule of classes Bruce had signed her up for; she still wasn't thrilled about this whole situation, not being able to keep an eye on Gotham herself, but . . . well. This stuff could be useful.

This might not be so bad after all -- she could give it a shot.

Someone needed to drive the bus and Ghanima was somehow the less responsible of the pair on the road. Yeah. You just think about that one.

Scary, right?

But there Deadpool was, reading what appeared to be an old issue of Highlights magazine and humming along to something by Ke$ha on the radio. May god have mercy on his soul.