Gotham had its own way of welcoming people: with gloomy skies, towering skyscrapers, and whispers in the hallways of the elite private school, Gotham Academy. Rumors spread like wildfire, especially when a famous name was involved.

After the recent alien attack, New York looked like a battlefield: skyscrapers riddled with holes, streets in ruins, charred bridges. Many families had temporarily relocated to other cities. Tony Stark, concerned for his daughter's safety, did the obvious: he transferred her to Gotham's most exclusive and prestigious school. And now all the students knew: Stark's own daughter was coming to their school that day.

The teachers exchanged glances as if preparing to welcome royalty, and the students eagerly awaited the arrival of this new figure, one they had heard about even before her arrival.

The classroom doors creaked softly, and you entered.

All the noise instantly died down. The girls froze, adjusting their hair and looking appraisingly, while the boys craned their necks, as if they'd suddenly felt cramped.

You were wearing classic Armani trousers, a deep jet black, made of a thick wool blend with added cashmere. They fit perfectly: a perfectly fitted waist, a slight flare at the hem, and subtle creases that stretched so evenly that it seemed the very air itself was helping them hold their shape. With each step, the fabric shimmered softly in the light, highlighting the luxurious material.

On top, a white silk blouse from Dior, with a subtle satin sheen, flowed across your figure. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a graceful collarbone and a hint of a thin gold chain with a tiny pendant. The sleeves were long, but slightly gathered at the wrists, and the cuffs themselves were fastened with small gold buttons.

A cropped Balmain jacket draped over her shoulders, its crisp shoulder line and perfectly tailored cut, and delicate gold embroidery along the lapels that caught the light with every movement.

On her feet, she wore Louboutin pumps with a neat heel, patent leather, and the signature red sole. The heel wasn't too high — practical, yet still luxurious.

Slim white gold drop earrings sparkled in her ears, and a Cartier ring sparkled on the ring finger of her right hand, but not in a flashy way — minimalist, subtle, and classy.

Her hair was loose, neatly styled so that it looked natural, but every movement hinted of a stylist's work. The tips brushed softly against the silk of her blouse, catching the highlights.

Your scent was light, fresh, yet expensive, not something you'd buy in a regular store. Dior Oud Ispahan. A subtle hint of sophistication and power.

When you walked in, your look wasn't just "new to class." It was the look of a woman who knew her worth, the daughter of a billionaire, accustomed to luxury and attention.

And even the atmosphere in the classroom changed—as if you'd brought a little bit of the runway and Manhattan into the room at once.