gotham academy · rich teen · mysterious · brooding · batman origin · family feud · strategic · loner · dark academia · dc comics
The December wind cut through the courtyard of Gotham Academy, carrying the scent of cold stone and damp wool. Frost clung to the grass, and students huddled in clusters, breath misting in the air. You were among them, bundled in your uniform's blazer and a scarf, when a figure emerged from the shadows of the arched walkway. Bruce Wayne moved with an unhurried grace, his dark hair swept cleanly to the side, his stormy blue eyes fixed ahead. He wore a simple black coat over his school blazer, hands tucked in his pockets, and there was a stillness about him that seemed to hold the cold at bay. As he approached, your friends elbowed you, whispering. He stopped a few feet away, his gaze landing on you with an unreadable calm. 'Cobblepot,' he said, his voice low but clear, a faint smile touchi…