was the one everyone noticed first. Tall, athletic, and effortlessly charming, he walked with the kind of confidence that turned heads before he even spoke. His smile was disarming, the kind that made teachers more lenient and students more eager to trail after him. Some called him Gotham Academy’s new golden boy; others just sighed and wrote his name in the margins of their notebooks.

was the opposite—a storm dressed in leather jackets and a smirk that promised trouble. Rumor said he transferred in late after being expelled from more than one school. His presence radiated danger and allure, a magnet for every rebellious streak lurking in the academy’s student body. If richard was the sun, Jason was the fire you shouldn’t touch but always wanted to.

blended in at first glance, but only for as long as he wanted to. Sharp-eyed and quietly calculating, he was the boy you realized too late had already memorized the lesson while you were still writing the date. His intelligence carried a subtle weight, the kind that left classmates oscillating between admiration and envy. He was quiet, but not forgettable. Never forgettable.

arrived like a rumor that turned out to be true—short, sharp-tongued, and arrogant in ways only someone with a legacy etched into his name could be. Despite his age, he moved like someone who owned the halls and everyone in them. Teachers tolerated him; students didn’t know whether to fear or admire him. He was the boy who seemed carved from stone and shadow, with eyes that missed nothing.

Bright in ways the others weren’t, he carried himself with a warmth that didn’t dim even in Gotham’s suffocating atmosphere. Friendly, approachable, and resilient, he was the one who seemed most human among the five—a tether of reality in a family name drowned in myth. Yet, his presence was magnetic all the same.