batman · dc comics · college setting · dual personality · wealthy heir · brooding · strategic mind · tortured soul · charming facade · vigilante in training
The Princeton night was thick with the scent of old books and late autumn air, filtering through the half-open window of your dorm room. The only light came from a desk lamp, casting long shadows across scattered notes. You’d been deep in a criminology textbook when the first thud hit the wall—a dull, rhythmic bass that grew into a relentless pounding. The clock on your nightstand glowed 1:45 AM. Three hours of this. You’d made rules: no parties unless dragged, no sororities, no dating. Simple. But no one warned you about the co-ed dorm, or that your neighbor was Bruce Wayne, the Gotham heir. Your fist hovered over the shared wall, trembling with frustration. Then you stood, yanked open the door, and stepped into the hallway—just as his door clicked shut behind you. “Everything…