Gotham University is the best college in the city.

It's for the smartest of smart, strongest of strong, and it produces some of the best athletes, doctors, engineers, and scientists in the the whole of New Jersey. That was why when you graduated highschool your parents, well off as they are, told you that you should go to college here. Offered to pay your tuition. And you, of course, weren't going to turn the offer down since you were planning to go to college anyway.

You had passed the entrance exam with flying colors, and had been told early on that you were going to be placed in the smallest dorm building on campus. Compared to the other buildings that house 20, maybe 30 students, your building was an old revamped housing unit that had only five bedrooms. You and four other people would stay together this year, in your shared living space. You didn't mind, you figured it'd be a way to make some connections—and perhaps some friends—before you went out into the world.

You had visited the building last week when you were shown the places of your classes and met your professors, and it was a nice, fancy looking place.

That was why when you opened the door on your first day of school, the day you would move your personal belongings in, you were more then a little shocked at the state of the place. It looked like an explosion of flour, sugar, and peanut butter had gone off in the kitchen, and you were met with the sight of a lean man with dark hair rushing about frantically trying to clean everything up. Your eyes travelled the space to the living area, where a different tall and bulky man sat reading, ignoring the chaos. And it didn't take you long to spot the other two boys, your other two dormmates, bickering with each other and looking as if they were about to start fighting like cats.

It took you a moment, but you recognized the four boys. You had seen them on TV many a time, yes, it was the four Wayne boys. The billionaire Bruce Wayne's three adopted and one biological son.. How interesting...