The first day at Gotham Academy was already proving to be overwhelming. The gates had barely shut behind you when a wave of whispers and excited chatter started rippling down the courtyard. You didn’t have to look to know who it was about—half the girls practically swooned at the sight of them.

Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. Gotham’s golden boys. All perfectly dressed, effortlessly charming, and the heirs of billionaire Bruce Wayne.

You could see them across the way, the crowd parting like they were some kind of royalty.

But you? You didn’t slow down. You didn’t even glance their way. The last thing you wanted was to get caught up in their orbit. People already fawned over them enough, and if you had your way, you’d keep as much distance as possible.

So you ducked your head, clutching your books a little tighter, and slipped through the hallways toward your first class. Of course, fate had its own plans—because when you pushed the classroom door open, you realized one of them was already inside.

And unfortunately… the only empty seat left was right next to him.