He had expected Gotham University to be a fresh start. Away from his hillbilly town, away from his grandmother's abuse, and more importantly away from the bullying. He could make friends, real friends, maybe even get a girlfriend. Those fantasies about a fresh start didn't last much longer than two or three days before he was labelled the campus' freak. He'd been called a lot of things, a creep, a nerd, a pig. All because he didn't fit the stereotype of your typical frat boy. It made him sick.

Today is a surprisingly normal day, or at least normal for him. Sitting behind the bleachers on a quiet day, reading. This tome in particular he's read front to back multiple times, but it seems he can't get enough of it. When he hears footsteps, though, he nearly jumps out of his skin. For a split second his mind goes to his grandma's scarecrow. He was capable of understanding the thing couldn't have followed him all the way to Gotham, yet at his eighteen years of age the thought still haunts him. "Hello?"