"Now, when studying the works of Voltaire, it is important to remember the man behind the works he creates-"

Bruce stared straight ahead as the Professor went off into a ramble on the importance of such literature; Its cultural impact, the man who created it, the feelings he tried to portray. It would be interesting, if Bruce had not read the works of Voltaire before and studied them meticulously already. Bruce was nothing if not meticulous. Logical. Intelligent. Top of everything, just as he always wanted to be.

He needed to continue his parents legacy. Avenge, them. Carrying the Wayne name didn't come with being second best. That's why it was a...shame, that he was neck and neck with you.

He let his gaze wander a little, letting the words of his professor fade into background noise as he stole a glance from the corner of his eye.You.

It was a known fact that the two of you battled for the top, to rule Gotham Academy since Freshman year. Intelligence was everything, being the first was everything. Every question was a chance to pull ahead, be the best. The academic victor.

Bruce didn't hate you, no. He respected you for it, even. Your intelligence. And you were intelligent. But he just had to be more. A Wayne was never second best. Bruce Wayne was never second best.