Gotham High

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that's Batman.

Summary: Bruce Wayne is being transferred to Gotham high, chaos ensures. SLASH, Jonathan Crane/Edward Nygma, future Jonathan Crane/Bruce Wayne, past Jonathan Crane/Jervis Techt, one-sided J(Joker)/Bruce Wayne, Harley Quinn/J, Harley Quinn/Ivy and others. Male/Male Slash and possibly female/female Slash... you have been warned

A/N: This story is mainly told from either Bruce's or Jonathan's POV, unless stated other wise. All chapters will be 1,000 words and/or over. I apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I just wanna say, that this takes place in the middle of year 11 so they are either 16 or 17 (or in some cases older, only two are possibly younger)

Chapter one: New kid

People's thoughts

oh, my, my

There's a new kid in town
just another new kid in town
Ooh, hoo
Everybody's talking 'bout the new kid in town,
Ooh, hoo
Everybody's walking like the new kid in town,
Ooh, hoo

The eagles-New kid in town

(Bruce's POV)

Bruce sighed as he pulled his car into the car park, he had to be there and hour and a half before the first bell for reasons he couldn't phantom. He parked by the school gate so he could be one of the first to get away from there.

He was only here because of Alfred, his old butler thought it would be best if he sent him to a school closer to home so Alfred keep an eye on him, though he would rather not think about why.

Getting out of the car, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and began walking towards the drab looking building, it was surprising no graffiti all over it and nor did it look like it was falling apart, but it did look more like a detention centre.

Walking up the steps he went to the reception, plastering (what he hoped) was a charming smile across his face that normally had girls blushing. He made his way to the blonde haired woman behind the desk who was reading a magazine, clearing his throat the woman looked up at him in boredom before she realised who it was, her expression and body language soon became flirty.

"Well hello Brucey, are you looking forward to your first day?"

Crossing his arms on the counter he leaned in a little closer, grin still present on his face.

"Well there are many other things I would rather be doing." As he said this he waggled his eyebrows at the woman who giggled in reply.

A clearing of a throat was heard and both looked around to stare at the head master who was glaring at the both of them, though it seemed more directed towards the blonde receptionist. Bruce didn't see what the problem was, it was only a bit of harmless fun.

"If you would follow me please Bruce."

With that the man turned around and headed to his office, sighing Bruce began following, this is going to be a looooong morning.

(Jonathan's POV)

Jonathan Crane placed his bag inside his locker while taking out his notebook and psychology book to read during his morning free period, next to him Pamela (or as she preferred to be called, Ivy) was doing the same thing, except she took out her book on horticulture (Gardening) to read.

Just as he shut his locker he felt to strong arms wrap around his waist and him against an equally strong chest.

"Hey, beautiful did you miss me?"

Jonathan allowed a small smile to grace his face, though he rather doubted that it would reach his eyes… not that anyone would notice.

"Hello Edward… we saw each other yesterday, remember?"

"Yeah, but that was in the morning, I bet for the rest of the day you were lost without me."

Edward smirked down at him as he was spun around in his arms. Edward glanced up to look at Ivy, his smirk morphing into a sneer.

"Why hello Pamela how are you this fine morning?"

Ivy glared at the young man holding one of her best friends, why Jonathan was with him was beyond her.

"None of your business Nygma, and my name's Ivy not Pamela."

Snickering Edward began dragging Jonathan away. Jonathan looked up at him with slight worry.

"Umm… Edward… I was going to go with Ivy this morning, so we can go over our chemistry project we are working on, so we were going to head straight to-"

"No."

"But-"

Edward turned to look down at him, brilliant green eyes staring equally brilliant blue down, Jonathan's head bowed in defeat as he looked down at the ground, he turned slightly so he could give Ivy an apologetic look, she gave him a small smile but then glared darkly at Edward's retreating back.

"Come on Jonathan, I don't want you misbehaving today, we have a new person here today."

Jonathan looked up shocked; he was surprised anyone would move school now, half way through the year, it seemed… ridiculous really, curiosity peeked, he decided to let what just happened go… for now.

"Who?"

Chuckling Edward replied "Wait and see." Jonathan was then dragged off to go find Edwards friends.

(Bruce's POV)

Bruce sighed in annoyance as he walked to where his first class was, even though he arrived here earlier he was already late due to the headmaster, who had pissed him off to no end, he didn't even need to see the school shrink.

Sighing once more he stopped outside the door to his classroom, putting on a nice smile he knocked three times on the door before pushing it open.

It was at times like this he was somewhat glad that he had experience to handling big crowds and being in the centre of attention.

All eyes focused on him as he entered into the room, he looked over at the teacher who had gotten out of the chair to greet him, the teacher, Mr. Faulding, was a short plump man, he when smiling had dimples. Shaking hands, Mr. Faulding asked him to introduce himself to the class.#

"Hi, I'm Brue Wayne." He had a few Hello's and nod's in return, then Mr. Faulding spoke up again.

"Right then class, before you start your free period, why don't we go around and say who we are and anything else you would like to share." The man smiled at his class as he looked around at them all, his eyes crinkling up in the corners slightly, as he tried to choose where to start from.

"Rachel, why don't we start with you and go backwards."

"Hello Bruce," she smirked at him, "I'm Rachel Dawes."

"Alright Bruce, I'm Harvey Dent. Not that you didn't already know that." The last bit was whispered but it was loud enough for Bruce to hear making him snicker lightly.

"Hello my name's Cyril Jones, and we used to do scouts together." Bruce smiled and nodded, he remember this boy, he always seemed so eager to try things out.

"Hello my name is Barbra Gordon, and we meet last week at the charity event for Black Gate prison."

Bruce nodded his head once more, he remembered that event, everyone there expected to him to act to a certain standard, the only person who actually treated him like his age (besides Alfred) was in fact Jim Gordon, Barbra's dad.

After a few more names Bruce soon noticed that the class seemed to be split into two main sides and then split again on one side, there was all the goodies, and then on the other side there was the kids who normally ended up in trouble, and then on the good side it was also split, at the front was the more outspoken lot, and at the back the more seemingly shy lot, however on the other side the front seemed to have the not so out goingly bad lot and at the back the right out stay-away-dangerous lot. Some of the names he swore he recognised.

They were finally on the last row now.

"How frabjous to meet you, I'm Jervis Techt."

"Hello my names Pamela Isely, but call me Ivy."

"Hiya, I'm Harleen Quinn, but you can call me Harley, and I'm Mr. J's girlfriend." The blonde haired girl giggled.

Bruce felt his Breath catch in his throat at the next person behind Harley.

"Hello Mr. Wayne, it's a… pleasure to meet you, I am Jonathan Crane."

Bruce tried his hardest not to stare, but he couldn't help it, the boy was beautiful, he had chin length midnight blue hair, with sky blue eyes that were surrounded by thick dark lashes, he had pink plump lips, and high check bones, and his skin was like porcelain. Trying not to gape to much he nodded his head in politeness and looked at the boy behind him.

He stared at Bruce through narrowed green eyes, but smiled none the less.

"My name is Edward Nygma, and it just so happens that Jonathan is mine."

Bruce felt his eyebrows go up at the possessiveness of that statement, he then look at the beautiful boy- Jonathan and saw that he was looking down at his desk, crimson lightly blushing his checks and the bridge of his nose, he also noticed how Edward had his feet on the legs of Jonathan's chair.

Looking behind Edward he also couldn't help but stare, however not for the same reasons as Jonathan. This boy was leaning back in his chair, legs crossed and arms behind his head, he had a large grin on his face. What really shocked him though was how white his skin was and his green hair. It took Bruce a few seconds for him to realise the boy was wearing make up, or rather face paint so he looked like a clown.

"Hey, the names J... Mr. J to some, though most refers to me as the Joker… hehe Welcome to hell new kid."

A/N: Yeah I know another story… weird thing is I actually dreamed of this… and I was one of the characters (not saying who), so yeah… please R&R constructive criticism welcome, however no flamers please… so yeah R&R :)