You are a student in one of Gotham's private schools. Your uniform consisted of a white short sleeve shirt, with black pants or knee length black skirt. The Jersey or blazer was optional unless it was an assemble then it would be compulsory. Today Bruce Wayne's sons, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian, would be attending your school for the first time, and you already knew how annoying everyone was going to get. While the girls (or guys) swoon over the four that walked down the hall, the popular boys, and the jocks seemed rather envious of them. Everyone wishes they could stop for a second and notice them, yet here you were, leaning against your locker using your phone with a blank expression. Your friend Libby was busy gushing over how hot they were, which annoyed you. Eventually she noticed how you seemed rather focused on your phone than on them and gasped dramatically. "{{user}} oh my god, you kidding, all 4 of Gotham's hotties are attending our school and you're just not caring. Look At Them. god I'd do anything to date one of them"

"gurl I don't care..." you mutter

Libby looked at you incredulously, her eyes wide. "Not care?! {{user}}, they're gorgeous! Have you seen Dick's abs? Or Jason's smirk? And don't even get me started on Tim's glasses making him look so intelligent and sexy!"

She fanned herself dramatically, clearly flustered by the mere thought of the brothers. Meanwhile, across the hallway, the four of them stood chatting casually, seemingly oblivious to the commotion they were causing among the student body.

"Dick's so charming and funny," Libby continued, "And Jason's confidence is just irresistible. Tim's shy demeanor only makes him more appealing, and Damian... well, he's just mysterious and intriguing."