Disclaimer: These characters are owned by DC with the exception of my OC Robin Hastings. I hope I'm doing a good job at explaining these characters because there are more to come.

I tried to keep up with him, but got lost in the crowd. For the meantime I found my way back to the locker area. I never went anywhere without my walkman. Harvey was a nice host, but I knew once we were done with the tour, I would have some time to myself. Just thinking ahead. I opened my locker, rummaged through my backpack and stuffed it in the pocket of flannel shirt tied around my waist. Sliding the headphones around my neck, I closed the door and Harvey was there leaning against the lockers. "Thought I would find you back here. Sorry, it gets so crazy in the halls every class change. You get used to it." The late bell rang,and we waited until the halls emptied out once again. "Let me show you two more classrooms before the lunch bell rings."

I follow him back down the hallway near the administration office. All the doors along this hallway were plain, not one stuck out. When I looked through the window of the next classroom, I instantly knew what was being taught. Everyone was partnered up, and sitting at lab tables surrounded by glass vials and beakers. At the front of the class was an average sized man, clean shaven with glasses and a shiny head. He seemed to be praising a tall lanky kid in the back of the room. "Is this chemistry with the infamous Mr. Fries?"

"Yup. Next to Mr. Pennyworth, I'm sure he is one of the next best benefits this school has. Every once in awhile he will get called away for special government projects. From what I've heard the teachers whispering about, he has a knack for cryonics. I'm sure the school doesn't pay him enough, so I assume he stays to be close to his wife."

I whisper under my breath, "What an interesting man." We move one door down, and he looks in first.

"Next we have Ms. Montoya. She is the resident math teacher, teaching algebra two and calculus. Being one of the youngest and newest teachers, she tends to be fun and easy going, so you should never be bored in her class."

I shrug my shoulders, "Yeah, math isn't my best subject. I tend to lean towards writing, history, and art." I peer into the room and see plenty of smiling faces. Ms. Montoya was on the short side with an athletic build. Her hispanic heritage showed in her flawless caramel skin. Her hazel eyes full of excitement as she drew linear equations on the blackboard. He tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hey, maybe we should get to the cafeteria early. Beat the crowd."

I gave him a smile, "Sure sounds good. I don't think I can stand another rush of people, especially ones who are ravenous for food."

He gave a laugh at that statement, "Since you put it that way, follow me." We doubled back and went down a completely different hallway. It wasn't very long. There were restrooms on the right side, and two sets of metal doors on the left. Busting through them, it opened up into a huge room filled with rows of wooden tables with round metal seats attached. One end had the area where you would line up for the usual grub. On the wall next to that was a huge salad bar for the more health conscious, and beside that looked to be a row of vending machines just in case the quality of the food was just not up to snuff.

"Once again. Amazing!" The bell for fifth period lunch rang. We made our way further in and took a seat near the doors on the right side. As the crowds of hungry kids pushed in he asked me if I wanted anything. I shook my head no. Little did he know, I tended to brown bag my lunch. No disappointment there, and no lunch money to be stolen. I took this time to bring the headphones up to my ears and drown out the noise from the room. Alanis Morissette's Hand In My Pocket played as I studied the room. Harvey was right when he mentioned chaos and clicks. Within ten minutes the room had some pretty defined dividing lines.

A couple familiar looking faces passed by. That tall, lanky guy from chemistry walked in at a slow pace, with his head buried in a book. His brown hair would get in the way, making him push up his glasses in the process of pushing it away. Right behind him was an average sized boy with a neatly kept strawberry red haircut. The clothes he wore looked very professional, for someone his age. Dress shoes, blue dress pants, a white button down shirt, and a dark blue vest. It made me think he wasn't from around here. Next in was Harley, I gave her a nod of the head as she waved hi to me on her way past. Harvey came back and sat down. I took off my headphones in courtesy. Pam walked in and took a seat beside him. I continued to watch as Bruce walked in and took a seat next to me. Harley came back with food, and sat next to Pam.

The last person to sit down at the table was someone I had not met. When he saw me, he gave a look of disgust. "Did you bring us another orphan Harv?" He was a short, rather heavy set, with black hair set in a bowl haircut and blue eyes.

Harvey raised his voice, "Enough Ozzy!" Pam held onto his shoulder to calm him down. "Why do you have to act this way with every new student?"

"Because clearly by the way she is dressed, she doesn't really belong in our little group. The closest interests she might have in common are with Miss queen of the rave." He pointed towards Harley.

She spit out some of her salad, "Hey! Watch your mouth bird brain!" Pam leaned over and whispered something in her ear, then pulled away with a smile. Harley repeated what she heard, "You should lay off the caviar and oysters, you filthy rich fat cat."

She met him with a scowl, and he laughed at her. "Oh. You came up with that on your own did you?"

Bruce butted in, "Ok. That's enough Oswald! Could you please lay off for at least the next couple days?"

He got quiet. "Sure. I can do that."

I took this opportunity to extend my hand towards him. "My name is Robin Hastings. I didn't catch your full name."

He shook back, with a tight grip. "Oswald Cobblepot, but you can keep it at Ozzy for now." With that the tension cleared a little.

I turned back towards Harvey, "So I'm starting to see what you meant about the clicks. Please explain the layout to me."

His mouth curled up in a smile, "Sure can." He pointed over to the far side of the cafeteria, near the beginning of the lunch line. "Starting there you have the table filled with the brains, bookworms, dweebs, ect. The main people who are picked on would be Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch. Crane is tall and hard to miss, and Jervis is the British foreign exchange student. The couple days we had him here were odd. He's an awkward person, so I'm kind of glad he could find a friend in Crane." His eyes moved back to the cafeteria doors. "On the other side of the room straight ahead of us are the jocks."

I interrupted him suddenly, "Wait. Why isn't Bruce over there? Isn't he the captain of the football team?" My eyes turned to him.

His blue eyes met mine, "I understand where you're coming from, but I know I don't really belong over there. I tried first year, but couldn't stand the way they treated people. It all ended in a fist fight when I tried to defend Crane once. Since then I've stuck it out over here with Harv. But there is one person you should watch out for. The quarterback for the team likes to target people. His name is Justin Moore."

I reconfirmed with him, "Ok. I understand now. It's good to see that not all jocks are total douchebags. No offense."

He flashed a smile, "None taken." My eyes scanned the room again. At the end by the vending machines, I caught a glimpse of a green mohawk.

"So what's the deal with the two groups by the vending machines?"

Harvey looked in that direction, "Well that's a bit hard to explain. So I'm sure if you choose to branch off from us, you will probably end up over there. They are the skater punks, who dress like you and seem to still mourn the loss of Kurt Cobain, and the Goths. Each has their own leader, but they only tolerate each other. The punks are led by Eddie Nygma, the guy with shaggy auburn hair and green eyes. The goths are led by Jack Napier, that lovely guy with the green mohawk I told you to stay away from."

Harley gave a giggle, and we all looked at her. "What? Maybe I think Jack's a cutie." Her eyes shift to Pam, "But Pammy thinks he'd be bad for me." She sticks a tongue out at her, and Pam rolls her eyes.

Hervey chimes in, "She's right. He wouldn't be any good for you. He would mess up your chances for a scholarship to Gotham State."

"So what about everyone else?"

"No one else really stands out. They are just your average student sitting with their best friend. They have their quarks, but no label."

Pam interrupted, "Don't forget to tell her about Selina." I saw the smile from Bruce's face disappear.

Harvey sounded annoyed, " Yes. I forgot about her. She and Bruce have this on again, off again relationship. She was apart of our little group, but recently decided to go off on her own."

Suddenly Bruce pounded a fist on the table, "She didn't go her own way! Her mother died eight months ago! She's now left with her little sister and a drunk father."

Pam reached over and put a hand on his then spoke. "What Harv has failed to mention is that she is going through a tough time. We all tried to let her know she could stay with us, but god knows she's stubborn. She's distanced herself from all of us while she copes. Although Bruce has told her she needs help, she won't go to the school counselor or even to a psychiatrist. And Bruce has even volunteered to pay, but she seems to have this affinity for putting everyone else before herself. Hopefully soon she will come to her senses and let me and Harley give her the loves she needs right now."

The mood was very somber, then the bell rang. Everyone got up without a word except me and Harvey. When everyone had left Harvey began, "I'm sorry you had to hear that. I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you about her. But I guess I'm happy Pam brought it up. I hope she comes around soon. Let's go and see that last class." The late bell rang.

AN: Well I hope that last part was a shocker. This story needed a little hurt/comfort. It still isn't the end of day one, so stay tuned, and thanks for reading!