The New Kid (BatJokes!)

Home Sweet Home

+3rd POV+

Bruce's father-figure/Butler, Alfred, drove him home. Once there Alfred had helped Bruce into his house.

His home was a mansion. A place filled with exquisite architecture and lavish bedrooms. It was huge- honestly way to big for just Bruce and his staff.

"Dinner will be at 6pm Master Wayne." Afred unformed Bruce.

Bruce nodded and headed upstairs to his room.  He sighed and took of his backpack, setting it down near his chocolate desk.

He looked around his bedroom. It was a normal bedroom- or that is normal for a rich kid. His king size bed rested against the wall garnished with lavish pillows and blankets. The mattress was made up of something more than memory foam. A grand wooden chest sat at the food of his bed.

On the opposite side of the room was his walk in closet, inside brands like Calvin Klein and Express hung on hangers. Bruce walked over into his bed and later down thinking about the day. He thought about the new kid Jack and how weird he was. He thought about how the green hair boy followed him around and was honestly nothing but nice too him.

Then Bruce thought about what his fellow football players had done. He thought about the look on Jacks face- how his beautiful smiled disappeared. It didn't sit right. But he didn't want to apologize.

Besides it wasn't his fault. He wasn't the one who knocked Jacks book out of his hands, nor kicked them crossed the floor.

But he did witness it.

Maybe he could have prevented it. Bruce shook his head. No. Flash, Arthur, Bane- they weren't his friends. Bruce felt he shouldn't be held accountable for there actions after all- Bruce had no friends!

...

Bruce had no friends.

The realization hit him like a sack of bricks. Bruce had no one to hang out with, he didnt invite people over, he didn't go to birthday parties... he didn't even have a girlfriend.
Yeah he went to parties and flirted with girls but...
Bruce shook his head-

It was fine, he had convinced himself. He didn't need friends.

Bruce sat up the familiar sense of loneliness tugging at him. He needed to work on his homework.

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(Jacks place)

Jack jumped off the bus onto his street. His family couldn't afford him a car- but he wasn't too upset about it.

He walked down the sidewalk towards his house. Jack didn't live in a fancy house like most of the private kids in Gotham high. He lived in the poor side of Gotham.

Jack reached his house. He stopped at the mailbox and grabbed the mail- all bills. Jack turned to his front door. The paint was chipping and the screen door was rusted. It creaked as he pulled it open, getting out his keys he unlocked the door. Once inside he set the mail on the counter. 

Jack found the house empty.

"Dad must be out.." he noted out loud and headed to his room.

The green haired boy through his backpack onto the ground and shut his door. His room was small- just enough room for a twin sized bed, dresser, and closet.  He turned to the slightly cracked mirror that hung on the back of his door.

Jack looked at himself. His clothes weren't like the other kids- things he's had forever or shirts his friends had given him before they moved.
He looked at his green hair and remembered the first time he had dyed it.  Jacks friend had convinced him to do it. His father was pissed. That night he was called a fag and  got his ass beat- but it was worth it.
So in retaliation, Jack has kept it green ever since.