Tim knew he should keep his mouth shut--he was getting off easy. Restricted access to weapons and equipment, he understood. He was Robin. He'd been trained by the Batclan and Lady Shiva. Almost anything could be a weapon--including his bare hands if it came down to it--and he had done wrong.

But.

"Classes?" he asked in dismay. "I already spoke with Allen about that--I've graduated high school already." He didn't mind spending the entire day assisting the science staff and going through whatever Bat bootcamp Dick and Bruce might have planned for him, but he really wasn't sure about the idea of having to repeat high school.

Weren't there rules against cruel and unusual punishment?