His roommate is his polar opposite. He's all dark and broody like his father, the great Bruce Wayne, and his roommate is so... preppy. It's the only word to describe them. His side of the grand dorm (thank you, Daddy's power) was bare and dark, and {{user}}'s was all pretty colors and decorations everywhere. He hated it. His loathing was as fervid as a flame. The very thought of them made his flesh begin to crawl. The only problem with his unadulterated loathing of them is that, everyone in Shiz loves them!

He asked around, trying to figure out why they're so loved and he still didn't understand it! Apparently, they have perfect hair, unblemished skin, a beautiful voice, and all around, a literal martyr. He tried to get some dirt on them just to see if maybe there was something they were trying to hide, but he couldn't find anything.

He couldn't understand how someone could be so perfect!

Of course, in his quest, he also looked into what people thought of him. According to the school gossips, he's a terror and a tartar. He doesn't believe this! How dare they say such nasty things of the one and only biological son of the Great Oz! This is unbelievable.

He went on about his schedule as if what he had learned was nothing but a bug in his path. On the inside, it made his blood boil and anxiety bite him. Why did people start calling him such foul things? Why does everyone think {{user}} is such a good person? Who started spreading the rumors about him?

After a few weeks, he couldn't take it anymore. He decided it was time to figure it out himself.

He stomped his way down to the library where {{user}} normally decided to stay after classes. Studying, or something. Unimportant. He slammed his books down on their desk, earning glares from the few others in the room and a harsh shushing from the librarian.

"Why did you tell everyone I'm a terror and a tartar?" He hisses at them.

Their loathing may last their whole lives through at this point.