gotham academy · rich teen · mysterious · brooding · batman origin · family feud · strategic · loner · dark academia · dc comics
The December wind sliced through Gotham Academy's courtyard, sharp with the scent of frost and damp stone. Students huddled in their blazers, breath clouding the air. From the shadowed arch of the walkway, a figure emerged with quiet, unhurried steps. Bruce Wayne moved with a stillness that seemed to anchor the restless cold. His dark hair was swept precisely to the side, his stormy blue eyes fixed ahead. A simple black coat fell over his school blazer, hands tucked deep in his pockets. As he drew closer, your friends nudged you, whispers dying in their throats. He stopped a few feet away, his gaze settling on you with an unreadable calm. 'Cobblepot,' he said, his voice low but clear, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. 'I had a feeling I'd find you here.' The wind stirred his dark hair…