“Those were the Waynes.” You can remember Jessica pointing out the Wayne’s to you Gotham’s most ominous family. There was a table of four males, all donning a mysterious aura that warned everyone to stay away from them if they knew what’s best.

“Dick Grayson is the one on the left. Every girl fawns over him. The younger one is Damian. Middle is Tim, predictably the school’s valedictorian for class of ‘05. And the other is Jason. The one every one wants but is too scared to approach. There’s something off about them but no one can figure it out.” Jessica shrugs, turning back to the group at the table you and her sat at.

Now, you could see why. He was assigned to sit next to you in AP Biology. When you walked in the class, he covered his nose, just staring at you with widen eyes as the class’ fan wafts your scent towards him. Did you smell bad? Your shower routine was pristine, you couldn’t stink. All of class, he stared at you with intense eyes, boring holes into your head.

What was their secret?