Epilogue - Four Months Later

                                    

                                          
I had Mr. Ferret again this semester. My mortal enemy. I could see him side eyeing me from the board, but I didn't care. This was my last class of the day before spring break started, and he was already ruining my vacation. Most professors canceled class today, and skimped on the homework because they knew we needed this well deserved break. Not Mr. Ferret though. 
Nope, he still kept class going and he assigned so much reading it would take a month to finish it, let alone one measly week. When he handed out the assignment I groaned under my breath in frustration. He heard me and has been glaring at me since. I didn't care. 
He's always had a vendetta against me, but last semester after I came back from Gotham his behavior got worse. Well you see, I was catatonic after I came back. I was so depressed I couldn't even leave my room. Not only had I lost my magic, but I also lost all of my new friends, and a man I truly did love. 
Everyone was so confused with my 360 in behavior, because for them I was never gone. But for me I lost months of memories and people I might not ever get to see again. Zahra was my saving grace in all this. She was the only one who understood what I was going through. She felt guilty though, like she was the reason I was depressed. She thought if she wasn't so stressed about being in Gotham I could've stayed and been happy. 
That snapped me out of my funk. I did not want her to think anything that happened was her fault. I started to get out of bed and socialize again. Then I started going back to class and getting my life on track. 
I explained to my professors that I had lost a loved one, which is why I was so depressed and my grades started slipping. All of them but Mr. Ferret bought it. He gave me no grace and told me he doesn't do excuses. So I cussed him out, and proceeded to do so well in his class it landed me on Dean's list. He could kiss my ass.
"Okay class, it seems we have two minutes left, before you all leave I just wanted to go over the reading again. So you'll have to read pages 110-220 over break and write a brief three thousand word essay on the benefits of..." He rambled on. I ignored him and started packing my things. 
Once one person starts packing, everyone starts joining in too. The sounds of shuffling bookbags and zippers drowned out his incessant talking. I stood up and walked out of class in the middle of his sentence.
"Um. Excuse me young lady! Class isn't over!" He hollered behind me. I ignored him again. This is college, I don't need permission to leave. I put my airpods in and started blasting music to drown him out. 
I walked back to my dorm, enjoying the nice warm day. I waved at the other Greeks and some of my sorority sisters as I strolled. I made it back to my dorm five minutes later and collapsed on my bed. I reached under my pillow and pulled out the comic I had hidden under there for me to read later. 
It was a Nightwing one, of course. Dick was splashed across the cover posing with the titans behind him cheering. My heart ached everytime I read a comic these days. For a while I couldn't pick one up. But then for christmas Zahra got me a Batman comic book box set and I realized If I missed them I could just read about them. So I started up again.
I clutched the comic in my hand and flipped it open. Before I could start reading my phone rang. I dropped the comic on my bed and ruffled in my bag for my phone. When I pulled it out I saw it was my mom.
"Hey mom." 
"Hi my Angel." Her nickname for me was sweet, but also a little tainted by the memory of my father. I hated it when he called me that, but I loved it when she did.
"What's up?" I asked, sitting up in bed.
"Well," she began, with a hint of amusement in her tone, "I just got a very angry email from your professor again. He said you disrespected him by walking out of his class?"