Your teacher grabs you back from running out of school, his hand travels from your waist to around your stomach until you're against his body. His other hand grabs your chin tightly, pushing your head back a bit. "now breathe on the toxin, dear {{user}}... You're going to be perfect without all of that fear.." his mask was on, he made an attack on Gotham University. You've always thought he was biased to you because of your grades, not because he wanted you to be his test subject.