Another chapter! Sorry it took so long... I've been busy with schoolwork. This chapter is mostly meant to introduce more characters. This should be the last major introduction chapter, so expect it to get better after this. If you have any other characters you want me to add, tell me which ones and who you want them to be. I'll make arrangements.

On that note, a few rules: 1) No other DC super-characters or their villains. This is a specifically Batman school. 2) ABSOLUTELY no Marvel. I say no more.

Anyways, have fun and I hope you like it!
Not mine.

Once I was (pretty much) set up, Jay and I decided to head down to the "auditorium". I don't even want to know what it used to be... the idea of this place being an asylum still weird me out a little. It was already partway full. As soon as we walked in, Jay was tackled by Harley and dragged off to who-knows-where. Shrugging, I looked around for an empty seat.

"Bruce Wayne. My, my, my. What a surprise."

I knew that voice. Why was HE here? I turned to face the speaker, "Derek Powers. It's been a while," we'd gone to middle school together, and I thought that coming here would mean good riddance. I faked a smile, "How was your summer?"

"Not bad, Bruce. Not bad at all," he was wearing a brown suit (a little overdressed, as usual), similar-colored slacks, and the same smug grin he always did. In a way, his face reminded me of my own. "This," he said, interrupting my thoughts, "Is my roommate, Roman Sionis."

I looked Roman up and down. Bald, medium build, and hard, piercing eyes. He wore a black suit with a black shirt beneath it. His tie was also the same disturbingly dark color. I extended a hand to him, "Nice to meet you, Roman."

He took it, "A pleasure as well, Bruce."

Derek spoke up, "You have a place to sit yet, Bruce?"

I shook my head, "Was just about to go looking."

"Well then, why don't you join us? We're going to go sit in a separate section. One for people... like us," he rubbed his fingers together.

Great. The millionaire section. Full of snotty rich kids.

"Sounds good," I replied cheerily, "Thanks for asking."

"Come along then," Derek walked up a nearby flight of stairs. Roman and I followed.

We got up there, and, after a quick check at who we were, were let into the private box. Inside there were only a few other people. Derek walked over to two of them, "Hey boys. Sorry we're late. Want you to meet the new guy," he gestured back to me.

One of the two turned around. He had short blond hair and a gaunt face. He looked sleep-deprived and wore a long-sleeve shirt and turtleneck. He gave a small smile, "Victor Zsasz. What's your name?" he asked in a voice that sounded very restrained, and almost... dead. I shook it off.

"Bruce Wayne."

The figure in the chair next to him tensed up. Victor leaned over and whispered to him, then came back, "I'd introduce you two, but it sounds like you already know each other."

The other chair swiveled around, "Bruce," he said, "It's been a while," the speaker wore a head of red hair and a grin that he'd known since childhood. He wore a brown trenchcoat and a white shirt underneath.

"Tommy?" I gasped, taken aback.

"Yep. Good old Tommy Elliot," he put out his hand, "We should talk more often."

I was about to reply, but suddenly the lights darkened.

"Take a seat, " Roman whispered, "Or else Grundy back there will have a fit," I looked back at the graying man in a black suit. His name tag red "Cyrus Gold".

"He does look like a zombie, doesn't he?" Victor whispered before the hulk turned to glare at them. They all silenced and turned to look at the speaker.

"Hello, and welcome to Arkham High, students," he said. He was bald and veiny, with a white beard encrusting his face. He wore a pair of round, yellow-tinted glasses, "I am Hugo Strange, and I'll be your principal this year," he paused for a moment, and there was only silence. After waiting for a few seconds, he continued, "So I would like to officially welcome you all to the inaugural year of Arkham High. While some of my faculty is still busy... preparing for the school year, I would like to introduce those who are not busy to you. First of all," he motioned behind himself, and two man walked up.

One had black hair with streaks of white, pointed back. He sported a number of small spikes of facial hair, and had on an old-timey green coat. "This is Ross Al-Ghul," Strange explained,"He is the head of our history department."

The other sported a brown beard and a very muscular frame, though it appears that he skipped leg day. He wore a red sash and a plain white shirt, "This is Maximillian Zeus, another history teacher."

Next up were two more hulking men. One of them had gray hair and was... was he wearing an eyepatch? He also had on an orange under armor shirt and black athletic shorts. Slade Wilson was his name. To his right was a pale white guy with red eyes and long blonde hair. He was definitely roided up, and his name was Ronald Desmond. These guys were team PE.

Next was the teacher from earlier, Kirk Langstrom. Science apparently. He was followed by a short ginger guy with buck teeth and a green getup. Jervis Tetch, english. A few more teachers came through, but nobody really memorable. Then it came to faculty.

First was the librarian, an old white-haired man named Arnold Wesker. Standing next to him was the secretary, another bald guy (how many of them were there?) named Julian Day. The last guy was the head of security, a graying old man with a mustache. He was Jim Gordon.

"And that's it for the faculty who were able to make it today," Strange said, "Now it's time for dinner. If you would all be so kind as to make your way to the cafeteria, that would be perfect."