A/N: I had an idea to recreate Gotham High, that exists with Gotham Academy (boarding school). Only the teenaged (and older) versions of Batman villains will be attending, and I will focus on different friend groups from this AU. Relationships will be different, and things will be awkward, but it's high school anyway. You can PM me with any questions. R&R will be greatly appreciated.

Selina made her way through the Gotham High cafeteria, carrying a stack of books in one hand and balancing her lunch tray on the other. She barely managed to dodge a group of boys racing between two close tables, and a group of girls tossing a makeup case to each other from across three tables. Pausing, Selina could see her friends. Since she was the bridge between two friend groups, they had compromised to sitting at one table together, although there was a foot wide gap between the two groups.

On one side, were the Sirens, Pamela Isley and Harleen Quinzel, Selina's oldest friends at the school. On the other side, the Misfits, a group consisting of Julian Day, Waylon Jones, Drury Walker, and Garfield Lynns.

Pam, codename Poison Ivy, possessed a serious green thumb, with the supernatural ability to control plants and poisons, hence her name. Her skin always seemed to have a greenish tint, which probably was from the poison in her veins and lipstick. One kiss from her, and you could die, based on her intentions. She also wore minimal clothing, which usually attracted a bunch of boys, even though she rejected all of them.

Harleen, codename Harley Quinn, was a bubbly sort of girl. She was well liked around school, and her sweet ways usually attracted a bunch of boys as well, but unlike Pam, she flirted with them. She had a likeness to dress in red and blue, usually alternating colors and such. She also had unusual flexibility ranges, although not enough to become a contortionist, could still bend extremely far down. She had an interest in psychology, and often worked with Jonathan Crane on school projects.

Julian, codename Calendar Man, had an obsession for anything relating to the calendar. He randomly announced a holiday in class and at lunch, which was usually a holiday that no one knew about. He hated the dark, for the fact he couldn't gauge the time or day and it drove him crazy. In addition to his unusual antics, he also wore a jacket tied around his neck, like a cape, but it suited him well enough.

Waylon, codename Killer Croc, was a hulking brute. He was half crocodile and half human and Selina didn't blame anyone who stayed far away from him. He was French, which was a bit surprising, and a really good cook. His food kept the Misfits awake and sustained when less likable people threatened for their lunch.

Drury, codename Killer Moth, was a new student this year, and that was probably why he was so nice to others. He had a pair - make that two pairs - of orange iridescent wings, that allowed him to fly. He never explained why he had the wings, and no one ever asked. Selina and the others had only just found out that his name was Drury; when he first enrolled, he put his name as Cameron van Cleer, but Selina liked his real name better. He was an expert in zoology and a bit in biology and chemistry, but to be honest, Selina had to say he was good at everything, but not as good as the nerdy group.

Garfield, codename Firefly, was a former arsonist who helped Selina rescue a bunch of younger students. Like Selina, he was a senior and would be graduating the coming year. He developed a tic in his left eye when he was upset, and the rest of the Misfits used it as a warning device to get out of his way. As it turned out, Garfield still clung to his fire-related ways and was addicted to smoking and fire chemicals even though he was trying to stop his arson.

Selina sighed in exasperation as she plunked herself down between Harley and Julian, slamming her books on the table. The table jumped slightly, sloshing around cups of water and moving everyone's food ever so quietly.

"Someone's upset," Pam drawled. "Something on your mind, Lina?"

"I guess you could say that," Selina responded, sliding her books to the side and opening one, while she ripped open the packet containing her utensils.

"Too much homework?" Harley asked sympathetically. "I still need to finish my essay on the effects of using painkillers."

"Is Psychology your next subject?" Pam questioned.

"Yep."

Most of the Misfits, Selina saw, had already finished eating, the exception being Waylon. Julian was finishing up his chemistry reading, Garfield was snapping a match against the table, and Drury was on lookout for anything bad, his eyes darting around, his posture erect, and his wings buzzing anxiously.

As usual, they never entered the Sirens' conversations. Instead, they lingered just outside of social quality.

Selina listened to more of Harley and Pam's chatter and the Misfits' silence until she couldn't take it anymore.

She shut her book with a bang. "Guys, what's wrong with you?"

Everyone at the table looked up in surprise.

"What?" Pan seemed shocked. "Why would you ask us this?"

"Because," Selina took a breath, "you and Harls are always chattering the time away while you-" she turned to the Misfits, "you are always silent. And it doesn't help that you all sit on opposite sides of the table with a gigantic gap between you. You don't like each other, I get it. But I'm asking you to give each other a chance. Try to be friends. Please. I hate it when you ignore each other, and create more tension than is needed at lunch or anywhere else! You've got to try. Otherwise, I can't be friends with any of you. But I don't want to be. I know that each of you is talented, smart, kind, and deserve a lot more than a label on your back, but if you keep avoiding it on purpose, that's all you will ever be."

There was a moment's silence at the table.

"Lina's right," Pam sighed. "I guess we really do have to give each other a chance."

A murmur of agreement rose from everyone else, and as one they all stood. Selina, confused, watched at they picked up their stuff and reshuffled themselves, so that there were no spaces in the lineup, nor did they only sit with their respective groups. It was like they were one big group, willing to give each other a try.

Chatter at the table was a bit strained at first, because neither group was used to sitting with the other, but they gave it a chance, and eventually increased to a comfortable level. Selina smiled and reopened her book. She would thank them later, but for now, she had to finish her Spanish homework.

A/N: Ugh, this chapter wasn't as good as I was hoping, but the Misfits will be some of the core friend groups (Harley and Pam will join sometimes). Ah well, hopefully the next chapter will be better.