Where I Begin
Bruce rushed in along with the other participants. Get in quick and take out as many as you can. He observed how the majority ran down the main path in the center of the mock city and decided to take off down an empty alleyway. The faux villains will go after those who stray from the crowd. I'll make myself a target and draw them to me!
At that moment, the walls before him exploded, and two green-armored robots rolled out from the dust.
Two one-pointers.
The red lens locked on to him. "Target acquired. I'll kill-!" The robots didn't finish their declaration. Bruce instantly reached to his belt and pulled out two metal objects shaped like bats. He threw them at the villain bots and hit them square in the eye. The robots twitched, and then the weapons blew up in their heads. Bruce held up his forearm to block the wind from the blast. "Explosive types are effective. Next to test are the electric types."
Aizawa stared at the screen in mild awe. He watched as his student took down two three-pointers and a two-pointer with projectiles that appeared to discharge electricity.
"So Wayne, this is what you meant by support equipment."
"Hmm, I must say he's impressive."
Eraserhead looked over to the No. 1 hero in his deflated form. "That gear appears to be first-class. As expected of the world's youngest billionaire," All Might mused.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow and asked. "How do you know that's Bruce Wayne?" Yagi turned to him, a bit startled. "Oh, I just met him on the beach once. I was, uh, taking a walk."
"Hmm," Aizawa responded as he returned to watching the screen. "Surprised someone as loud as you hasn't blabbed about the encounter to all the news networks." All Might sputtered at the comment. "W-well, I know the feeling of wanting to avoid the press at times."
For some reason, I really doubt that. Aizawa thought as he recalled all the advertisements, merchandise, and interviews playing on T.V.s he had seen on his way to the school.
1...2...2 and 3...1... I'm up to 22 points now. Bruce ran down the path. If I keep up this pace, I should have enough to make it in! He heard a cry of distress and looked up ahead to see three examinees had been cornered by four one-pointer bots. Immediately he pulled out a small rectangular device and aimed it at the nearest robot. He pressed a trigger and a vaguely bat-shaped hook connected to a metal cable fired out and wrapped around the machine's arm. Bruce then reeled himself in and slammed his feet into it. The momentum caused it to crash into the one standing beside it. Bruce then leaped off the collapsing machine and threw electric type projectiles at the remaining two, short-circuiting them. He couldn't use the explosive ones since the other examinees could get hurt.
He stuck the landing and glanced at the other participants. "Are you alright?" The three just gaped at him when one finally answered, "Uh, yeah. T-thank you." Bruce nodded and continued running ahead.
"5 MINUTES REMAINING!"
Damn! Gotta speed up! He turned a corner and came face to face with a three-pointer villain. Alarmed, Bruce reached for a weapon, however, the thing was already about to close its grasp on him.
Dammit! It can't end here!
Then there was a red blur, and the robot smashed into a wall and broke apart. As the dust cleared, Bruce could see his rescuer was the girl he had met at the entrance. She was dressed in a red tracksuit and was panting softly. She turned to him and smiled. "Try to be more careful, okay?" I wouldn't want you to get hurt." With that, she ran off. Bruce stared after and felt his cheeks heat up a little.
"How is it possible someone as nice as her can exist?
"Time is almost up. You think we should start the true test?"
"Yes, I believe this is a perfect time."
Bruce stumbled as the ground shook. He had just taken down four three-pointers and a two-pointer, bringing him up to 35 in total. "What the hell?" He saw all the other teens gathering and looking up at something, so he made his way towards them. Bruce was met with the sight of a green-armored behemoth staring down at them as it gripped surrounding buildings. Bruce then remembers Present Mic warning them about an obstacle that would appear in narrow spaces like the one they all stood in now.
You've got to be kidding me. That's the zero-pointer!?
Bruce broke out of his stupor to see all the other examinees fleeing the area. He saw that the boy he was sitting next to during the presentation was also frozen, staring up at the machine with a mixture of fear and awe. He wore a blue muscle shirt and red shorts, allowing Bruce to see he was rather muscular. That combined with his height made it hard to believe he was a middle schooler like him.
Bruce returned his eyes to the zero-pointer when it crushed a corner of a building, sending rubble raining down. He knew all he could do was run. He had no way of dealing with that as much as he hated to admit it.
"Dammit," he growled as he prepared to sprint away.
"Oww..."
Bruce stopped, and he quickly spotted the girl in red trapped under debris. Her entire lower body was stuck. Bruce was suddenly remembering the acts of kindness she had done for him.
"Well, good luck!" she wished him as she ran to enter U.A., after apologizing for bumping into him.
I have to save her.
She kicked the three-pointer away just as it was about to grab him.
I have to save her.
"Try to be more careful, okay? I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
I have to save her.
...
...
But how?
Bruce quickly turned to the other boy who had also spotted the girl. He noted the two robots near him which had all but been smashed to pieces. It was a wild assumption, but it was the best he had.
"You!" The other teen turned to Bruce, taken off guard by the urgency in his voice. "You want to become a hero, right?"
The boy answered with confusion, "Y-yeah, of course I do!"
"Then go!" Bruce yelled, his expression commanding, but his voice had a hint of desperation. He pointed at the girl. "Go save her!"
It was like a switch had been flipped. The boy who had looked so fearful gained a fierce expression. He took off with such speed that Bruce felt the air whipping around him. Once he was close enough, the teen crouched down and launched himself up, leaving a crater in the pavement. As he closed in on the colossal robot's head, he pulled his fist back and prepared to unleash a powerful punch.
"Take... this!"
Upon impact, the machine's head instantly caved in, large fragments flew off, and explosions ran through its body as it collapsed backward.
The participants just stared as they witnessed him demolish the giant in a single blow. Bruce barely managed to keep his face impassive. Glad my assumption was correct. He watched as the other boy seemed to float down and began helping the girl out of the rubble. He then noticed the rapidly growing shadow over them and glanced up.
"Watch out!"
A big piece of debris was falling straight toward them. The boy and girl looked up but didn't move. Shit, they can't get away in time!
Bruce quickly aimed two rectangular gadgets at them and fired the grapples. They each wrapped around the two individually. The two teens were surprised, and then Bruce gave a strong yank, pulling them towards him. The green metal landed where they just were, and while he was relieved for their safety, Bruce realized he had no way of stopping their motion.
The boy and girl collided with him, eliciting a yell from him. When his senses cleared, Bruce found he was lying on his back with the boy's cheek pressed against his head and the girl was lying on his front. He felt his face grow hot as he felt her breasts pressed against his chest.
"Ah, sorry," he said as he untangled them from his grapples. While they stood up, Bruce suddenly remembered he only had 35 points. "Shit, I need more points. I just-!"
"TIME IS UP!"
Bruce's body stiffened, and his head fell.
"Hey, are you alright?" the other boy asked. He and the girl were looking at the boy
who had saved them with concern.
"It's over," they heard him murmur.
"It's over."
One week later, Bruce was lying on his king-sized bed. He knew the results would arrive today or tomorrow, and he also knew there was no way he had gotten in. He may have aced the written portion, but the amount of points he received in the practical portion just weren't enough. He had failed.
I let Aizawa-sensei down. All that training... wasted.
But he felt no regret for what he did. He got the guy to dave the girl and ended up saving both of them. Still though...
There was a soft knocking on his door. "Master Bruce-sama." The teen got up and walked over. "Yes, Alfred-san?" he asked as he opened the door.
His butler handed him a bulging envelope with U.A.'s seal on it. "This arrived today." Bruce stared at it blankly while dread slowly built in him. "Thank you. I'll check it now."
He closed his door and walked to his desk. He removed a small device from the envelope and set it on the surface. It activated and a holographic video started.
"I AM HERE... AS A PROJECTION!"
Bruce quirked an eyebrow. "All Might?" He had never been a fan of the No. 1 hero. Sure, he did excellent hero work, but Bruce could never get why so many people gushed over him.
"Young Wayne, you passed with flying colors on the written portion of the exam. In fact, you were one of the few full scores out of everyone! But, you only got 35 villain points on the practical portion. That alone means you didn't pass..."
Bruce looked away from the video. I know... it's just... so frustrating...!
"... but that isn't the case with you."
Bruce returned to the video with slight confusion.
"First, I think you should watch this," All Might said as he pointed a remote at a flatscreen behind him. On it, Bruce saw the girl and boy in middle school uniforms walking into a room.
"Umm, pardon the intrusion," the girl nervously said.
"It's those two..."
The pair approached Present Mic. "Uh, the guy with the black hair and light blue eyes... he was wearing a yellow utility belt," the boy described.
"They're talking about me?"
"You think you can give him some of out points?" the girl asked. Bruce stared in disbelief.
"He said he needed more points, so we thought he didn't have enough to pass..." the girl said.
"Could you at least give him the points he lost because of us?" the boy asked. "If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have been able to move against that zero-pointer."
"He saved me twice!" exclaimed the girl. "He also saved me!" added the boy.
"Please, give him some of our points!" they said in unison while bowing.
Bruce just couldn't comprehend how some people could be so kind to strangers.
"Sorry, but points can't be transferred to another," Present Mic answered. "Besides, there's no reason to give him any, you two listeners!"
The video paused, and All Might began speaking. "What hero course would reject people who save others purely just to help them? To be a hero means risking one's life to assist those in need!"
Bruce was stunned. "Wait... you mean-?"
"Rescue points! Given by a panel of judges! It's the other basic ability sought out by U.A.!"
6th: Villain Points: 35, Rescue Points: 30
"Bruce Wayne, 30 points!"
1st: Villain Points: 23, Rescue Points: 70
"Clark Kent, 70 points!"
12th: Villain Points: 29, Rescue Points: 20
"Diana Prince, 20 points!"
All Might turned to the screen. "All three of you passed."
Bruce just stood with his mouth slightly agape. "This is all too much..."
"Come, Young Wayne. This is your hero academia!"
Bruce adjusted his red tie. His gray blazer was free of any wrinkles, and he had switched out his white sneakers for brown uniform shoes. This was it. His first day at U.A. High School.
"Alright, Alfred-san. I'm off."
"Master Bruce-sama, good luck out there."
He nodded and stepped out the mansion's door. As he began his walk to the city, he recalled the first and last time he said something to his old classmates at Aldera Junior
High.
"I am proud that you all managed to get into your choice high schools. Especially you Koichi Wayne; to be one of three students to get into U.A.! Well done," his teacher praised.
Bruce merely nodded. He could feel his classmates' stares on him. They continued as he packed his things up at the end of the day. He could hear the whispers.
"How did he manage to get into the top school for heroes in the country?"
"He had to have bribed someone. There's no other way."
'Just ignore them,' he thought. 'Soon you'll never see them again.'
"It's impossible!" The exclamation came from one of the popular girls of the class. All eyes were on her while Bruce barely spared her a glance. He simply slung his briefcase over his shoulder and headed for the door.
"There's no way someone like you could have gotten accepted by U.A.. It doesn't matter if you are the cousin of the richest kid in the world; you're nothing but a Quirkless loser!"
Bruce knew she had a triumphant smirk on her face. She had always been good at talking down to others. He could hear the agreeing snickers and giggles of the other students. He took a deep breath and sent a cold glance over his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to make you jealous."
He didn't even bother taking in the shocked faces his words elicited. He just stepped out and closed the door.
Bruce stopped reminiscing when he felt the train stop and heard his station being announced.
Bruce walked down the hall of U.A., searching for his classroom. It was difficult since the school was so large. "Class 0-JL...0-JL... Never heard a class labeled like that."
He then found the door with a red "0-JL" painted on it. It was over twice his size. He stood in front of it and took a breath to calm his nerves. Okay, this is just the first day. I have to stay calm and make sure nothing shakes- he thought as he slid the door open.
"Oh, you're here! You're here!" the nice girl cheered as she jumped up a bit.
"HRAAGH!" Bruce choked with a stunned expression. It's that girl. The uniform looks good on her...
"You passed just like Present Mic said!" a voice exclaimed. Bruce turned to see the one-punch guy walking down the hall with a big smile on his face. "Appears like we're in the same class. Oh, you're here, too," he said as he noticed the girl.
"I'm surprised as well. Hey, that punch of your's was awesome. You took that entire thing down."
"It wasn't anything special. I saw you take down a bunch of robots with one hit."
While the two conversed, Bruce took the time to look at his other new classmates. Most appeared pretty normal, but there were some who stood out. One boy reading had silver skin and hair, and his eyes were blank white. Another boy checking his phone was green-skinned and had auburn hair. One girl had a large pair of wings sprouting from her back, and a dark-skinned girl was wearing a fair amount of what looked like bone jewelry. There was a boy with no face talking to a girl with a purple bow in her hair.
"Hey." Bruce returned his attention to the boy and girl. Clark Kent and Diana Prince if he was remembering correctly.
"We never got to properly thank you," Clark continued. "If it hadn't been for you, I would have just stood there like a statue."
"Then who knows what would have happened to me," interjected Diana. "And you saved us again soon after. So thanks a lot!"
Bruce's cheeks turned pink and he awkwardly averted his eyes. "No need to thank me. All I did was the sensible thing."
"There's no need to be so modest... uh, sorry, we never did catch your name," Clark said with an embarrassed smile.
"Ah, my name is-"
"If you want to idly chit-chat, do so after school," a deep voice cut in.
The trio looked at the entrance to see someone standing there. It was a man. He was quite tall and was wearing a black bodysuit under a red vest, dark boots and gauntlets, and a black cape with a green interior. He had on a black cowl with a crescent moon on the forehead, and blue-tinted goggles hid his eyes. The only skin showing was his lower face. His outfit should that he was slim but muscular.
"My name is Charles McNider, but you can call me Dr. Mid-Nite. I will be your homeroom teacher. Pleasure to meet you all," the hero addressed the class. He sounded like he'd rather be somewhere else.
The Nocturnal Hero: Dr. Mid-Nite. He's well-known not only as a pro hero but also as a licensed surgeon. He's saved countless lives in both professions. I had no idea he was also a U.A. teacher, Bruce thought.
"This may seem sudden, but please go to the locker rooms and change into your PE uniforms. Then head outside the field."
"A Quirk assessment test?!" the whole class said in confusion.
"A test on the first day? Shouldn't there be an entrance ceremony and orientation?" a brunette asked. Bruce noticed he wore a green ring on his right hand.
"Students here are not to be sidetracked by pointless events," Dr. Mid-Nite responded.
"U.A. is known for its unrestricted traditions, and that's the way teachers run the classes."
He pulled out his phone to show a list physical fitness tests. "Think of that as a physical exam, only you are allowed to use your Quirks." He turned to Clark. "Kent, you were the top participant in the practical exam, correct?" The teen nodded. "When you were in junior high, what was your best softball throw?"
Clark thought for a bit and answered, "I think it was 72 meters."
"Alright." Dr. Mid-Nite tossed the teen a softball with a device attached around it. "Throw that while using your Quirk."
Clark got into position and began warming up. "How much should I use? 5%? Maybe 8? I think 10% is good enough." He gripped the ball and prepared to throw.
"Alright... GO!"
He launched the ball into the air, leaving air rings behind in its path. Most of his classmates gaped at the feat.
"See where you currently are," Dr. Mid-Nite said. "And use it as the baseline for improvement." He showed them the 750.1 on his phone.
"Whoa, 750.1 meters? That's crazy," a blonde boy commented. He had a triangular grin, and if one looked closely into his green eyes, they would see his pupils were shaped like crosses.
"This looks like fun! Can I go next?" a blonde girl asked. She had long curly bangs and was wearing a black choker.
"So we can use our Quirks as much as we want? U.A. really is the best!" exclaimed a redhead, and a blonde boy next to him nodded.
Dr. Mid-Nite was not as enthusiastic. "So you think this is all meant to be play time." His students grew quiet. "You all have three years to become heroes. These eight tests will determine what sort of training you'll have to do in order to get you to that point." A wide grin spread across his face and the glint on his goggles shifted to reveal one of his eyes. "So you'd better give it your all because those who fall at the end will experience Hell all year. Welcome to U.A.'s hero course, Class 0-JL!"
Bruce's face was stoic, but he could feel nerves creeping in. An exam to measure the strengths of our Quirks. How am I going to compete with them? He glanced at the others and sighed. I'll just have to do my best.
Bruce's result on the 50-meter dash wasn't so bad. 6.02 seconds was pretty fast. Course, it was nothing compared to a short redhead's time of 0.001 seconds. He was just a blur and then was at the end of the track.
Bruce had ran alongside Clark who had the second fastest time at 1.01 seconds.
Clark smiled at his results. "It's sunny today. That must have helped," he said while taking in the warm rays on his skin.
Clark Kent
Quirk: Solar Energy
His Quirk allows him to gain power from the Sun.
He's kinda like a superpowered plant.
Diana managed to run it in 2.15 seconds. In the end, Bruce was one of the slowest. Keep doing your best.
"Wow, 900 kilograms! It's like you have the strength of a bear behind you," the girl with the purple bow said when she saw the results of the dark-skinned girl's grip strength test. She had one of the bone shards of her necklace in between her teeth.
"Strong women are sexy," a boy with a cowboy hat commented with a faint blush on his cheeks.
Bruce glanced at his own test. 94.6 kg.
The silver-skinned boy literally flew through his long-standing jump test. He produced a bluish, red-speckled energy from his hands and propelled himself over the sand.
Diana and Clark also easily passed. They both landed several meters away from the end of the sand. Diana laughed nervously. "I guess I overdid it a bit."
Diana Prince
Quirk: Amazon
She has incredible strength and speed.
It's just like the ancient Amazon warriors.
Bruce managed to land at the very end of the sand.
The next test was repeated side steps. The short redhead became a blur again when he performed 100 side steps each second.
Bruce just stared.
During the ball throw, Bruce was able to break his personal record and scored a 97.8 meters.
The blonde with cross-shaped pupils managed to score infinity after he threw the ball, and it continued into the sky as he stared after it.
The curl-ups, push-ups, and pull-ups flew by quickly, and soon Bruce was with his fellow classmates, looking at their placements.
The results were listed on the holoscreen for all to see.
1. Clark Kent
2. Diana Prince
3. Nathaniel Adams
4. Wally West
5. Shayera Hol
6. Mari Jiwe McCabe
7. J'onn J'onzz
8. Hal Jordan
9. Hank Hall
10. Dinah Lance
11. Jason Blood
12. Don Hall
13. Greg Saunders
14. Zatanna Zatara
15. Oliver Queen
16. Justin Sir
17. Helena Bertinelli
18. Arthur Curry
19. Vic Sage
20. Bruce Wayne
Bruce could hear the murmurs throughout the group about how the class had two big-named billionaires mixed in, but he didn't pay attention to them. He sighed in disappointment. Last place. He had finished dead last. Dr. Mid-Nite will most likely give me the hardest conditioning out of the whole class. I have to prepare myself to go through absolute Hell.
"Oh, about those who finish near the end being put through Hell all year. That was a lie," their teacher said with a wide grin.
"WHAA!?" the entire class cried in unison. Well, some sighed in relief. Bruce, the green-skinned boy, a guy with red and white hair, the boy with no face, and a blonde boy with hair that almost reached his shoulders remained unfazed.
"So, it was just a way to motivate us to try out hardest? Now that certainly is a question," No Face said.
Bruce's shoulders relaxed a little. I let my nerves get the best of me. It makes sense when you think about it properly.
"Go back inside and change. Papers about curriculum and the schedule are in the classroom," Dr. Mid-Nite as his face returned to its usual apathy, and he walked away.
When he turned the corner, he saw a familiar figure in black leaning against the wall.
"Aizawa, were you watching? Don't you have your own students to take care of?"
"We finished a bit before you. I just arrived in time to hear you say how you're not going to train these kids until they start vomiting." Aizawa pushed off from the wall and walked towards his fellow hero. "In the short time you taught here before you chose to focus on your hero and surgeon work, you made a name for yourself as the teacher who would work his students into the ground to the point many dropped out the first year. What made you change your mind with this class?"
Dr. Mid-Nite met his gaze with his own disinterested one. He started walking again and answered, "The hero world isn't all glitz and glamour. You of all people should know that. My training isn't meant to weed out the weakest in strength but in resolution. Only those with the strongest wills can make it to be heroes. I just wanted to test Nezu's decision to allow 20 extra students over the 36 limit." He grinned again. "I'll admit, I'm impressed. Even Wayne who finished last had admirable results. Especially for someone who is Quirkless. But we'll just have to see if they all live up to this "JL" label." Dr. Mid-Nite turned to Aizawa. "Besides, I'm not the only one who's changed. I didn't hear any of the typical hysterics when you expel someone. Getting soft in your old age, Aizawa?" he teased.
He received a small punch to the arm. "Shut up, McNider. You're the same age as me," the other teacher replied with his own grin.
Aizawa walked towards the teachers' workroom. It was near the end of the day, and he had a few last things to set up. He spotted Bruce appearing from another hall.
"Wayne!" he called. His pupil looked over, and his eyes widened just the slightest.
"Aizawa-sensei!" Bruce briskly walked over to him. "I did it. I got into U.A.!"
Aizawa smile was in full view. He couldn't understand this feeling swelling in his chest. Was it... pride? "Sorry I wasn't able to congratulate you sooner. The beginning of the school year had me busy. I saw that you have Dr. Mid-Nite as your homeroom teacher. How was he?"
Bruce's face lit up, and he began gushing about his first day in a similar fashion a child would tell their parent. Aizawa actively listened while continuing to smile.
Meanwhile, the pair hadn't noticed they were being watched. Izuku observed in bewilderment. He had seen Bruce earlier that day but didn't call out, since he only ever interacted with him once. His impression of the teen was someone who actively chose to not show too much emotion. Bruce's stoic expression at school seemed to confirm this. Izuku's impression of his homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, was that of an intimidating man who was prepared to make Class 1-A's first year crazy.
Yet here Aizawa was smiling gently while listening to Bruce who had a face Izuku was sure was a subdued version of his face whenever he was with All Might.
What is their relationship? he wondered.
Bruce walked away from U.A. with newfound determination in his heart. I won't be able to get on some of my classmates' levels, but I won't allow myself to remain at the bottom. I'll keep improving myself to become the best hero!
"Hey, are you heading to the station?"
"Wait for us!"
Diana and Clark ran up to him. "We both need to catch the train and figured it would be more fun to walk together. The more the merrier, you know?" Clark said.
"The first day of school is over, and we still don't know your name!" exclaimed Diana.
Bruce opened his mouth but didn't get a word out when a "Hey!" drew their attention. The trio turned to see a brunette and redhead who they recognized.
"We remembered you all from class. Mind if we walk with you to the station?" the brunette asked.
"No, not at all," Clark answered.
"Great. I'm Hal Jordan. Nice to meet you." Hal had dark eyes that were the same shade of brown as his hair. He styled it so that the ends curved outwards from his face and neck. His bangs were parted at the right with the longer ones partially covering his left eye. Hal was still wearing that green ring and didn't have the tie of his uniform.
The short redhead zoomed up to the trio and began introducing himself while flailing his hands up and down. "Hi!I'mWallyWest!I'mveryexcitedtobeyourclassmateandreallyhope wecanbefriends!WhatareyourQuirks?Isawyouguysduringthetest,andyouwereawesome!Canyou-!" He stopped talking when Hal shoved his fingers into his mouth.
"Hey, hey, let's not overwhelm them, now," he said. Bruce, Clark, and Diana just stared at the redhead. How could someone talk so fast?
Hal removed his hand, and the shorter boy spoke again, but more subdued. "Sorry, I got excited. My name is Wally West, and I hope we can friends!"
Wally was short. In fact, he only reached Hal's shoulder, and he was about as tall as Bruce. His hair was short, and he had tufts of hair sticking up on top of his head. He had big green eyes with white pupils and two small eyelashes on the bottom lids. He was wearing gray sneakers instead of the uniform shoes, and his uniform was slightly oversized, making him look even smaller. He also had a high-pitched that made him sound younger than his age. All in all, he looked like a cute child rather than a high school teen.
"Hello, you guys are in Class 0-JL, right?" It was the girl with wings. She had wavy red hair that reached her mid-back, and her chin-length bangs parted in the middle. She had narrow green eyes, and her lips were noticeably plump and glossy. "I'm Shayera Hol. What're your names?"
"Clark Kent."
"Diana Prince."
"Hal Jordan."
"Wally West!"
"Bruce Wayne."
The five teens froze before staring at Bruce in disbelief.
"HUUH!?"
"Bruce Wayne? I thought that was an error on the screen!" Diana said.
"The richest kid in the world is in the same class as me!?" exclaimed Hal.
"This. Is. So. Cool!" Wally shouted.
"Um… excuse me," a soft voice called out.
The teens stopped crowding Bruce and saw the green-skinned boy from their class. He shifted his feet. "I remember you all from class so... I was wondering if I... uh," he trailed off while lightly scratching his left cheek.
"You want to walk with us to the train station?" Clark offered with a smile. The other teen looked surprised by the warm response and dumbly nodded.
"Thank you. Um, my name is J'onn J'onzz. Nice to meet you all."
J'onn was very tall. He was taller than Clark who was already above average height. J'onn appeared to be rather lanky, too. His orange eyes stood out against his skin. They were solid in the color, and he had hollow lighter-colored circles for irises. His dark auburn hair fanned out at his neck, and his fringe was slightly parted at the right.
Soon all seven were walking down the path, idly chit-chatting. J'onn was content to just listen and stood off to the side a bit but remained in pace with the group. Bruce was also quiet and looked back and forth between his left and right.
I've always walked home alone. And no one's ever just come up to talk.
Could this be what it's like... to have friends?
Now for the Preview!
I've survived my first day of U.A. High School.
But that's only because the actual schooling has yet to begin.
Next time: Let's Be Heroes!
Hero Basic Training is a start.
The Big Seven have met!
So this chapter has an explanation for how Bruce was able to go to a public school without a big fuss from the media. The fake name isn't random by the way, there is a reference behind it.
When writing this chapter, I wished I could have given the DC characters anime hair colors, but that would be weird.
