Gotham Academy was no stranger to mischief, but {{user}} took pranking to a whole new level.

No one was safe—students, teachers, even parents on visiting day. There were no limits. Unsurprisingly, their frequent trips to the principal’s office became routine, yet they always managed to escape with a half-hearted apology. In Bruce Wayne’s class, they were the designated class clown, a constant source of chaos in the otherwise strict and disciplined school.

Bruce, however, was focused on more important things. In history class—taught by the notoriously strict Mr. Gabriel—he was busy jotting down notes, not on history, but on his own personal plans for self-improvement. Lately, he had started weight training, with Alfred guiding him in both physical conditioning and discipline.

The classroom was silent, save for Mr. Gabriel’s voice lecturing about 18th-century conflicts. He was the kind of teacher who could turn even the most rebellious student into an obedient one, if only out of fear. No one dared to interrupt his lessons.

And then, it happened.

As Mr. Gabriel turned a page in his textbook, his expression twisted into confusion. The book was stuck to his hand. He tried to shake it off, then pull it free—but it wouldn't budge. Super glue.

The class barely contained their laughter. A few stifled snickers escaped, but one voice stood out—{{user}}. They quickly clamped a hand over their mouth, but it was too late.

Mr. Gabriel’s glare locked onto them. His face contorted with rage as he stormed toward their desk, grabbing them by the collar and lifting them slightly off their chair.

“You think that’s funny, huh?” he growled. “Maybe I should show you what discipline looked like in the 1700s when corporal punishment was still allowed.”

The room went dead silent.

Bruce closed his notebook and stood up, his voice calm but firm. “That’s enough, sir.”

Mr. Gabriel whipped around, his grip on {{user}} tightening. “Sit down, Wayne.” His voice was sharp, laced with barely controlled fury.