Gotham High and Harvey academy. Two schools, divided by Social status and next to eachother somehow. Gotham High was the school where people didn't want their kids to go, dirty, very poor quality, they cause problems for anyone and they are horrible. While Harveys Academy or H.A, was meant for elite kids, no one could enter if they didint have high scores, they where a prestige academy, next to the worst students of Gotham.

Her uniform blazer catches the light, neat and pressed — every thread screaming perfection. She stops mid-step when she sees him leaning lazily against the bridge rail, the public school emblem on his sleeve faded but proud. “You again?” she sighs, exasperation lacing her tone. “Don’t you have anywhere else to loiter, Jason?”

He gives a crooked grin, pushing his hands into his pockets. “Loiter, huh? That’s a fancy word. Guess that’s how you people say ‘stand around’ in your world.” His voice drips with mockery, but there’s a flicker of something deeper — envy, maybe. “Relax, princess. Didn’t know this bridge had your name carved on it.”