Hey all! Sorry it's been taking so long... I just haven't had much time to write lately. Until last night, when I couldn't sleep, so I stayed up way too late to write this. Therefore, I warn you that it isn't as polished as I'd like it. I will be rewriting this later on, so just tell me if you think there's a part I need to work on a little bit.

Anyway, here it is! Happy New Year!

I still remember the first day of high school like it was yesterday.

Early September. The sun was bright and, the wind was crisp, like the world was still trying to decide if it was summer or fall. I was dropped off in a black car... Not sure about the make and model, but I knew the man driving it perfectly well... I'd known him my whole life.

The school stood in front of us, haunting. They say that it used to be a mental hospital before they converted it into a school, and I somehow didn't doubt it. In fact, I checked it out after graduation, and it turned out to be true. The tall, foreboding building that had once been the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane sat there, doors open, yearning for new patients. I didn't like the idea of going in, for obvious reasons. But the car was already gone... And, despite how close to home it was, I doubted I'd see it again before Thanksgiving. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my bags and walked inside.

While the faculty had tried to make it inviting with flowers and decorations, the lobby still looked eerily similar to something out of The Silence of the Lambs. The walls were almost bare, and the only piece of artwork in the room was a giant painting of a woman: Elizabeth Arkham, watching over the new residents of her son's asylum. Looking around, I noticed a number of teachers talking to students. Seeing one unoccupied, I walked over to him, "Hi."

"Good day, and welcome to Elizabeth Arkham Secondary School. I'm Kirk Langstrom, head of our science department here. I'll assume you're one of the new Freshman?"

I nodded once, "Yeah. Where do I go?"

"What's your name?" Langstrom asked, "I'll send you to your dorm room."

"Wayne," I said quietly.

"Could you repeat that please?" He asked, leaning in, "A little louder this time... My hearing isn't what it used to be."

"I said Wayne," I looked him in the eye, "My name is Bruce Wayne."

Maroni Hall was the building I'd be staying in this year. It wasn't much to look at... Just another cell block-turned-residence hall. As I scanned my student ID card and walked in, I was assaulted by another student. He was a little taller than me, and looked to be averagely athletic. He was wearing a pair of Khakis and a tee shirt, half yellow and half white. His face was painted the same way, and his hair was dyed those colors too. He was holding a stack of papers, "Welcome to Arkham High, ladies and gents. Hey, you!" He walked over to me, "Take one of these. Welcome to AH."

I took the paper, "Why thank you, Mister School Spirit."

He sighed and looked at his shirt, "Not my idea. I lost a bet," he turned around and save another guy sitting on a bench, laughing his head off. He looked like a stereotypical "cool kid", with ripped jeans, red-tinted glasses, and a white shirt. He was bald and, while his skin was white as ice, it was obvious he was popular. Kid Spirit groaned, "Oh SHUT UP, Victor! It's not THAT funny," when the other guy didn't reply, school spirit flipped him off, "Anyways, I'll see you around," he walked off to the next student. I looked down at the paper he'd handed me. "Vote 4 Dent, Class President 2015" it read. I started walking, looking at it. Running for president already? It was the first day... Hardly anyone knew each other.

Suddenly, a seductive feminine voice appeared out of thin air, "Looks like you've already met my competitor."

I turned to find the source of the voice and met eyes with a gorgeous redhead. She had on a green mini-skirt and a tight green tanktop, "Guess I may as well... Intervene," she put out her hand. It looked almost green, "My name's Pamela, but you can call me Ivy. Everyone does," she grinned at me seductively, "And you would be?"

"Bruce Wayne."

She looked shocked at first, then got her composure, "Bruce Wayne? The millionaire heir? How... Exciting," she winked at me, "Come along, Bruce dear. You need to meet my roommate," she pulled me through the crowd towards a table that had "Ivy for President" signs all over it. Sitting at the table was a goth chick, with a tight black top and a brown skirt. She looked at me, and I knew I was in for trouble, "This is my roommate, Selina Kyle," I nodded, "Oh, Selina dear! I have someone for you to meet!"

I shook my head quickly, "Sorry, Ivy. I was late to the school in the first place, and I need to go upstairs to drop off my stuff."

Ivy looked at me, disappointed, "Are you sure?"

I was tempted to stay, I really was, but I needed to get going, "Yes, I am. So sorry."

"I guess I'll just have to introduce you two some other time," she handed me a campaign page, "Good-bye, Bruce."

I finally found the elevator, and was able to slip in no problem. Inside, I found two other guys, just hanging out. One of them, a tall punk with a brown Mohawk and black makeup smeared over one eye, nodded at me as I got in, "Hey."

"Hey yourself. Nice to meet you."

"You too," he put out his hand in greeting, "I'm Jonathan Crane. This here," he gestured to the shorter guy next to him, with long brown hair and an artist's smock with flecks of... Clay, maybe? "This is my roommate, Matt Hagen."

I shook both of their hands, "Bruce."

"Well, Bruce, nice to meet you," Matt said shyly, "What floor are you on?"

"Third. You two?"

"The same," Jonathan replied, "And actually, we're here," we stepped out of the elevator as it let off a "ding" into a hallway much calmer than the one two floors below. Or so I thought.

"Get back here, nerd!" Someone yelled. I turned to see a short, nerdy guy with underwear pulled over his head running from a tall, well-built man. The nerds underwear were monogrammed with the name "Nygma". The taller guy was unquestionably the star football player, Waylon "Croc" Jones.

Behind them was another pair. One of them was short and fat with a pointy nose. the other was a muscle-bound hulk with a luchador mask covering the top of his head. His face was still visible though. Like Croc, this guy was also well-known: Antonio Diego, state champion wrestler. He spoke with a South American accent to the small guy, "Just give me the money and nobody gets hurt. Got it, Ozzy?"

Jonathan, Matt and I stepped away from the group quickly. Best not to get involved. A few doors down, my companions stopped, "Well, this is our room," Matt said, "Nice meeting you. See you around?"

"Of course. You guys don't seem half bad," I gave them both a high five before leaving them.

Continuing on to room number 39, I scanned my card, idly wondering if my roommate were inside. I opened the door to find myself face to face with a pair of lovebirds sucking face. The girl was short, maybe five flat, but she way made up for her size in bust. She wore red overalls and her blond hair was held in ponytails. The man wore more makeup than she did, enough to look whiter than Victor. His hair was dyed green, and his lipstick was redder than Ivy's. He wore light-colored jeans and a black tee shirt. After a few seconds, they realized that they were being watched and split apart. He was the first to speak.

"Bruce I'll guess?"

I nodded, "About time you showed up your hobo! I'm your roommate, Jay!" He laughed, "And this is Harley, my girlfriend."

She smiled at me innocently, "Nice to meetcha."

"And you too," I replied, stepping inside.

J put his arm around my shoulders, "Bruce? I think we'll get along just fine."

"Good to know," I felt a little weirded out by him, but I tried not to let it show.

"Harl? How about you go head down to your room? I think that Bruce and I need to get to know each other."

"I would, but I need to wait for her."

"Oh yeah. I forgot about her."

"Who?" I asked, "Your roommate?"

"Harley?" A woman asked from outside, "You in there?"

I turned to see the most beautiful girl I could ever imagine. She had brown hair that she kept up and hazel eyes, hidden behind a pair of glasses. She wore capri jeans and a gray-and-white shirt. She was clutching a few books to her chest, "Oh," she said, seeing me, "Hi."

"Hi."

"Babs!" Harley called, "I'm coming! Just... Give me a moment!" She and Jay kissed one more time and she grabbed her purse. Waving goodbye, she took her roommate by the arm and the pair walked away.

When the door was closed, Jay nudged me, "She likes you," he teased.

"You think so?" I asked, looking at him.

"Man, I know so. You need to get your head out of the clouds," he bounded to the bed he'd already claimed, "Go on and get set up. Schedule says that we've got an assembly in a half hour. You need to get to work."

So what do you guys think? Like it? Leave a review to tell me how good (or bad) it is! I know I only glanced over people quickly here, but I'll be going more in-depth with them in later chapters.

Also, I promised that I'd share the link to my role playing website on here: Morgavia! Check it out here and mention if you came from here!