Bruce remembers the night like it was yesterday... He was 6 years old, him and his family on the way home from the theater performance like the have done the past month leading to this moment.

That alleyway... the warm, inviting streetlights laid 2 feet apart straight down the alley...

The armed, masked robber raising his gun onto Thomas's Wayne's head, demanding everything they had.

And then pulling the trigger.

Martha Wayne, desperate to save her son, attacked the robber. However, he panicked and accidentally pulled the trigger.

Terrified, and hearing police sirens, the robber ran into the night, leaving Bruce with his parents' warm bodies.

"Bruce..? Master Bruce?!" Alfred called out to Bruce, pulling him out of the dreamworld.

Bruce Wayne was now 15 years old, and about to join Gotham High, well known for its wealth, it's football team, and it's troublesome students...

"You don't want to be late for your first day, now do you?" The butler asked.

Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce's butler and caretaker, was warming breakfast and anxious to send Bruce off to the highschool for the first time. For the past several years, Bruce was home-schooled, in the safety of Wayne Manor. But due to a new law by Mayor Klass, all of Gotham's youth are required to join the public or private school system.

Poverty was never Gotham's problem, after all.

Gotham's crime wave has hit its peak in the past few months, inspiring Gotham High's students to let out their evil. Bruce felt that it was his job to do something about it.

"You ready, Master Bruce?" Alfred called.

"Almost, Alfred!" Bruce said as he put on his mandatory Gotham High uniform.

"Well, you have 9 minutes before we need to go. The first bell rings at 8, and it's 7:11 now."

Bruce exited the limo with a schedule at hand, accompanied with a map of the building. It was relatively large, multiple floors and separate buildings. Bruce opened the doors to see very few students roaming the halls, some taking a quick glance at Bruce as he paced down the halls.

"Wait, it that Bruce Wayne..."

"A Wayne at Gotham High?"

Bruce made it to his locker and put the code in. As he opened his locker, he heard someone lean on the locker next to him. He turned to see a female student with a hat with... cat ears on.

"Hi." She said.

"Hello." Bruce said back.

"You must be Bruce Wayne. I'm Selina, but people call me Cat-Girl."

"Because of the ears?" Bruce asked.

"It's part of it... Alright, I'm going to be direct, want a tour? Wanna meet some of the students?" Selina asked.

Bruce considered his options, his map could only get him so far...

"Sure." Bruce agreed.

"Alright, come on, let's go."

Bruce shut his locker and caught up with Selina.

"You already saw the main hallway, that was the locker hallway, and here's the gym."

When the gym came into view, Bruce saw several large, buffer students slamming baskets, launching dodgeballs, and landing touchdowns.

"You should know some of the decent ones. That's Waylon Jones, but everyone calls him 'Croc'. That's Bane, he has some authority issues- just don't get on his bad side, or he'll break your spine. Finally, that's Basil Karlo, he goes by 'Clayface'. He's not so good at sports, but you should see him with some makeup." Selina said.

Bruce noticed that she mentioned 3 out of the 7 jocks in the room. He decided not to ask and followed Selina to the stadium.

Yes, Gotham High had an entire stadium to themselves.

When the reached the first entrance, they were stopped by a cheerleader leaning onto the railing.

"This is Harleen Quinzel. She's a little crazy, just keep your distance." Selina whispered in Bruce's ear as the moved on, not making contact.

"Se-lin-a! Come on, Kitty! Come talk to Harleen!" They heard Harleen call out.

"Should we-"

"Just keep moving, don't make eye contact, she can see your curiosity..."

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"This is the chemistry lab. That's Jonathan Crane, he's a bit of a goth. He's experimenting with adrenal glands from the university, trying to create some fear gas or something."

"Hey, Cat. What's up?" Jon called out.

"Not much, Crane. You see Bruce yet?"

"Yeah, I saw him. From the bushes..."

Bruce seemed a little startled by this. Crane noticed and pulled out a notebook.

"Jumpy... at stalkers. Thank you for you donation, Mr. Wayne."

"Um... just 'Bruce' is fine." Bruce said, somewhat confused.

"Oh, well thank you, Bruce." Crane said.

Selina saw Bruce's discomfort and decided to act.

"Nice seeing you, Crane." Selina said as she took Bruce's arm and pulled him out of the room.

They wound up in the hallway to the right of the chemistry room before watching a student being shoved into a locker.

"Look at this guy! I guess they call you-" The bully stopped after laying eyes on Selina.

She had the reflexes of a cat, leaping on top of the lockers, quickly crawling as close as she could to the bully, and pounced upon him, pinning him to the ground.

"I gave you warning after warning, Sionis! If I wasn't in charge of the new kid..." Selina said as she got off Sionis.

"Get out of my sight, and don't let me see you attacking Jo again!"

"You got it, lady! Geez..." Sionis paced away.

Bruce helped "Jo" out of the locker.

"So you're Jo?" He asked.

"Yes. Joseph, Joseph Kerr. You must be Bruce Wayne, I love your company's work!" Joseph said, getting on his feet, baring a smile, and holding his hand out.

Bruce shook Joseph's hand and he immediately headed off.

"Who was that guy?" Bruce asked as he caught up with Selina.

"You have his real name, but everyone's got a nickname here. The jackass we saw was 'Black Mask', and Joseph just got his, so I don't know it yet. It doesn't seem good, though." Selina said.

Bruce was still shocked by Selina's skills, moving as if she was a cat stalking prey. Bruce thought that was why she goes by 'Cat-Girl'.

"Well, that's it. Welcome to Gotham High." Selina said as she headed off.

Bruce was heading back to his locker when he realized that his pocket was a lot lighter.

"Wait, where's my wallet?" Bruce asked, searching his pockets.

He guessed that someone pick-pocketed when he wasn't paying attention. Luckily for Bruce, he saved a few dollars for lunch just in case. Besides, he only had $30 in that wallet anyway...

The bell rang and homeroom started. Bruce looked upon the map and schedule and started hunting for his homeroom.