Ok Everyone this is my first ever fanfiction so please be nice and tell me if its bad... Sorry if this chapter is really short but I was just trying out writing some ideas in my head, the chapters might get longer depending on how this goes.

Selene POV

I have never known what I wanted to do with my life. I have no major interests or hobbies. Most people have goals. They aim to be the best, to stand out. They aim to succeed in life. I, however, have always been content to be mediocre, to blend in. I aim to live an average life with an average income. I have never had any real goals. This has always been my problem. I'm a follower and always have been. So after graduating high school I did what everyone else did. I decided to go to University.

Crane POV

Start of a new school year. This meant new students. He hated new students. They were always straight from high school, and therefore contained many of those stereotypes. There were always the smartass – show offs that were used to getting all the attention at school. Then there were the nervous, timid students terrified of making a mistake and failing. Crane sighed and rubbed his forehead looking at his new timetable for this semester. He really needed a new job. This time every year he always regretted his decision to become a psychology professor at Gotham University, and resolved to get a new job by the end of the year. A new year's resolution he had yet to achieve.

You just have to sack up and do it Johnny, and stop procrastinating! The familiar voice of scarecrow hissed.

Jonathon sighed again, maybe this year. Scarecrow simply snorted disbelievingly in return leaving crane to muse by himself. Maybe this year will be different Crane thought to himself.

Selene POV

I couldn't believe it. I was late. For my first lecture. I had even left early especially so that I wouldn't be. Unfortunately I had underestimated the amount of cars in Gotham. Particularly those cars attempting to park in and around the University. I still hadn't left enough time to get a car park and into the lecture. I would only be about 10mins late; I tried to console myself as I approached the building. Sometimes I could be really stupid.

I entered the lecture hall as quietly as possible. In an attempt to avoid attention I sat in the seat closest to the door so that I wouldn't disturb anyone.However this appeared to be unsuccessful, as from the time I entered the room to when I sat down I noticed the teacher watching me. I momentarily wondered if he had expected me to say something, maybe apologise for being late to his class. As I was considering saying something he looked away and began to resume his lecture. I glanced around the room. None of the other students had seemed to notice that little interaction, and I wondered if I had made it in my head. Disregarding it I exhaled and took out my books and began to try to catch up on what I had missed.

Crane POV

It was the first lesson with the new students. They were just what he had expected. The same annoying stereotypes. He was sitting behind his desk letting the students catch up on what he had written on the board when a girl entered the room. It was apparent that she was a student running late for his class. This would usually annoy him, but for some reason it didn't. This confused him.

It's because she hot, Scarecrow supplied for him. Crane rolled his eyes.

Trust you to think of that, he hissed back. Crane liked to believe he was above such impulses, yet he couldn't keep his eyes from following her as she took her seat. She had layered dark hair with a long fringe that hung in her eyes. This along with black nails, black clothes and an excessive amount of eye liner made her appear to be a typical Goth. Definitely not the type of girl Crane normally went for.

I like it, Scarecrow thought almost in awe inside Cranes head Don't pretend you don't too Johnny. Crane ignored him, as he usually did when he refused to admit that scarecrow is right.

As the lecture progressed Crane couldn't help his eyes constantly flicking back to this bizarre girl. Finally the lesson ended and the students packed up and fled out of the room. Crane watched her leave with interest. After the students had left, he had the room to himself once more. Crane slowly moved to sit at his desk in front of the computer. He was determined to spend the rest of the day finding out all he could about his new student.