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Lightning shook the sky, almost immediately followed by a boom of thunder. The rain poured down in torrential streams as Diana Prince weaved her way through the busy intersection, hopelessly holding a binder over her head in an futile effort to keep dry. If only she had remembered her umbrella! Oh well, she thought. Just a little further until I make it into my classroom. Diana shuffled through the crowd, muttering quiet "excuse mes" as she balanced her books and sighed in relief as she finally opened the door to the warm, dry classroom.
"Ms. Prince, you are late," a stern voice greeted her.
"Yes, sorry, Dr. Luitina," Diana responded, who quickly sat down and attempted to smooth out her clothes and manage her books. "This storm caused a crash on the highway, which delayed my bus here."
"Very well, Diana. Glad to see you made it here safely," Dr. Luitina said slightly more gently. "We were just about to discuss last night's reading about the functions of the brain. Would you like to start with your notes on the matter?"
Diana opened her folder, the familiar black and gold logo emblazoned on front reassuring her a little bit. Gotham State University, est. 1898.
"Gladly, Professor," she smiled.
Elsewhere in Gotham….
"Have you heard, Clay?" the man said to the other, in line at a coffee shop. "Wayne's back in town. Rumor has it he's planning to take reigns of the company again in the next few years."
The other man spluttered as he grabbed his coffee from the counter. "Phil, you idiot. Wayne? Wayne's been dead for, what, ten, twelve years now? Have you been drinking…" Clay's eyes widened in surprise as he processed what his friend was saying. "Why… you don't mean, Bruce? Last I heard he was boozing it up in Thailand and had no intentions of ever coming back to America, let alone Gotham."
"It's true! I saw some pictures of him clubbing at that place downtown, y'know, the Iceberg Lounge or whatever it's called. He was with St. Cloud's little girl, well, not so little now, if y'know what I mean… Silver's her name, I think. Right in the Gotham Gazette, too. Janie showed me the pictures during breakfast today."
"You don't say?" Clay sipped his coffee as he thought about that for a moment. "Hmm, well until I see a more legitimate source about his business aspirations, I'll leave him to party it up. God knows he deserves it."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," said Phil, picking up his own coffee from the barista. "Well, how about the Rogues last night, eh? Those Meteors didn't have a chance."
"You got that right. It's like they weren't even trying." The men continued their conversation, focusing on sports and the weather and soon all but forgetting the supposed arrival of one very important Gothamite.
A/N: I've been lurking on this site for a while and have really been enjoying reading great fics. Thought I would give writing a shot – here goes, a little teaser of what's to come! Please tell me what you think.