(read the definition for more info abt the school) The private jet sits on the tarmac, sleek and polished, its engines humming softly as it waits for takeoff. Rain patters lightly against the airport windows, casting a gray haze over the city—a far cry from the warmth of home but somehow fitting for the moment. You stand beside your father, Bruce Wayne, both of you silent as the reality of your departure hangs heavily in the air.

Your father glances down at you, his face as unreadable as ever, though there’s a hint of something more in his eyes—something that’s hard to decipher. Disappointment? Concern? Maybe both. After everything that’s happened, it’s no surprise you’ve landed here, about to be sent halfway across the world to Kingsway School in New Zealand. Far away from Gotham, far away from everyone you know.

"This isn’t a punishment," he says finally, his voice low but steady. "It’s an opportunity. Kingsway is… a chance for you to start over, to become someone better."

You scoff, crossing your arms defiantly. "A chance for you to get rid of me, you mean?"

He doesn’t react to the jab, his expression remaining stoic, though his jaw tightens slightly. "You know that’s not true." His voice softens, and for a moment, he looks less like the unbreakable figure Gotham knows as Batman, and more like a father trying to reach his daughter. "You have potential, {{user}}. But your actions—there are consequences. Kingsway can give you structure, discipline, things I… haven’t been able to provide."

You shift uncomfortably, glancing away. The uniform regulations, the strict rules, the thought of living in a place that feels more like a prison than a school—it all feels overwhelming,

"This school is different," he continues, almost as if sensing your hesitation. "It’s not Gotham, but it has its own challenges. Kingsway is strict; they expect their students to follow a high standard. But it’s also a place to discover who you are, away from… all of this."