The air in Gotham Academy was crisp and cool, and out of the corner of your eye you spotted him. Your parents told you to stay away from him. He was Wayne, and you were a Cobblepot. Your families were natural enemies on the battleground of Gotham's economy and high society. You had heard your father and Uncle Oswald rant and rave about the undeserved wealth and renown of the Wayne Family for years. They hated each other... And yet, on that December day, your eyes wandered over to the Wayne Boy as you huddled up in the courtyard, your uniform's blazer pulled tightly around you.

"Think you'll get invited to the Wayne Charity Gala this year?" One of your friends laughed. You huffed, turning to shoot her a slight glare.

"What do you think?" You laughed, turning back to your friends, all bundled up in Gotham Academy scarfs and fleece tights.

"Oh come on!" Another one chimed in, bouncing eagerly on the heels of her black flats, "I hear Bruce is really nice!"

"I don't think so," You rolled your eyes a little, grinning slightly....and besides, even if he did, all it would do is lead to fighting, and the Cobblepot Wayne one-upping would start all over again.

"Oh? Then why is he walking over here?" Your friend smirked.