Gotham High

I know most of you almost never see me on the RPG forums, but hear me out.

Have you heard of the Batman Cartoon that Never Was (and Never Will Be): Gotham High? (Kaioken Kid posted about it on the site)

Well some people are bummed by the fact that this project was cancelled. Others (like me) are not, but this doesn't mean that the idea would not be fun.

So here's how it's going to go:

We each get to be a Gotham character in Gotham High School. (I posted a list below, so pick your character and begin RPGing)

Characters: (Characters that have been taken are written in BOLD)

• Mat Hagen (Clayface): Master Assasin
• Harvey dent (Two-Face)
• Oswald Cobblepot (The Penguin)
• Waylon Jones (Killer Croc): Bannanabob4
• Edward Nigma (The Riddler)
• Barbara Gordon (Batgirl)
• Bruce Wayne (Batman): Pyrogram
• Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow)
• Selina Kyle (Catwoman)
• Jay (Joker)
• Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn): wildvine
• Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) DVSPrankster
• Bane: zoronoa
• Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze)
• Dick Grayson (Robin/Nightwing): sora_thekey
• Talia Al Ghul (Talia)
• Garfield Lynns (Firefly)
• Stephanie Brown (Batgirl)
• Linda Lang (Supergirl)
• Jason Todd (Robin/Red Hood) deathbymanga
• Michale Jon Carter (Booster Gold): lordgawain
• Ted Kord (Blue Beetle): ShadowSwordmaster
• Rory Regan (Ragman): Sideslash
• Arnold Wesker (Ventriloquist): Monsuier_awesome
• Slade Wilson (Deathstroke): DemolitionGuy

Here's some other images from the never has/never will animated show for reference:

Gallery

There's also so many other Gotham characters to choose from besides these ones, so be sure to enroll in Gotham High!

(Remember to write in paranthesis anything that is Out of Character [OOC])

I'll start...
Character: Richard "Dick" Grayson << Freshman and new to the school and city.
 
The rain didn't bother him. He preferred it actually. 
While the rest of his new classmates were probably being dropped by his parents Richard Grayson didn't want the whole school to know that the circus was in town. So he walked to school that morning.
Under the black hod of his jacket "Dick" hid from the rest of the kids. After all, he was "the new kid". 
As he enters the halls of Gotham High he thinks he better keep a low profile. He wouldn't want for his classmates to know who he really is. 

Character Harleen Quinzel Freshmen  
 
"Weeeee..rain rain rain!!!!!!!" Harley screamed joyfully as she rid her bike down the road dropping it at the entrance to her high school. 
 As she glanced up at the huge building an almost uncontrollable feeling came over her. 
"New People!" she said leaving her bike and running towards the entrance of the school, no sooner than she walked through the door she almost ran into another kid. 
"MOVE IT JERK JOCKEY!

"Yeah well just stay outta the way!" Harley quickly moved towards the nearest locker,  and proceeded to stick her head in to smell the scent. 
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" smells like Gym socks and Pizza residue!"

From the corner of her eye, Harley could see the boy walking off; pulling her head out of the locker she quickly ran behind him. "Soooo, whatcha doooin?, My name's harley's what's yours? don't you just love school!"

"Um" He stared at her blankly.  
This girl had just been the meanest as he arrived and now she was friendly? 
 
"I'm... Dick, Dick Grayson"

"Hmmmm I don't meet tooo many Dicks, latley how do ya do!" Smiling at him with a wide grin. "where ya headed!?"

"Don't meet too many...?" Confused by the possible comedic remark he created a fake smile. 
"I'm going to the principal's office. I'm new so I need to get my classes and locker combo"

Looks at him still with a wide grin, turning around digging in her back pack she pulled out a yellow piece of paper. "They mailed mine to my home; Homeroom, is number 21A" and my locker combination 3,2,.....your's not getting it" she said dimming her eyes and walking towards the end of the hall.

"I really hope my homeroom is not 21A..." He said under his breath.

Pam strutted in through the doors and shook the rain from her hair. Blatantly ignoring everyone else in the hall she stopped at her locker and fiddled with her lock. Vaguely paining attention, she overheard a conversation between two freshman, how dull was that? 
"The minute I'm out of here I'm never looking back. Goodbye, Gotham." Turning around she was unpleasantly surprised to see a poster that not only irritated, but also disgusted, her. "Harvey Dent for student body President? Ha, not bloody likely." 
Tearing the poster off the wall she balled it up and tossed it at some dark haired kid she didn't recognize. 

"DICKY!!!!!! come sit by ME!!!!!!!!!!" she said leaning out of her chair over towards the person in the seat to the right of her. Extending her arms she pushed the boy out of the seat to make room for Dick.

Smoothing down her skirt, Pam slammed her locker shut. Since that whole biology "mishap" last year she was going to have to repeat a year and that meant spending more time with prepubescent, hormonally challenged monkey children. Slumping into her homeroom, 21A, she dropped down into a desk near the back and buried her face in her hands. Some blond bimbo was shouting irritatingly loud at the front of the room. This year was going to be horrible.

"SOOO DICKY decided to come sit next to your old pal....Harleen!? an intense anger quelled up within her" The blonde's face turned red and finally she let out another deafining wail. "MY NAME IS HARRRRRRRRRRRLEY!!!!!!!!!!!"

The blonde let out another screech, more than Pam could take. Shooting upright she pointed at the ditz.  
"Listen, you horrid little banshee," she spat venomously, "if I hear your nasally rodent squeal of a voice one more time I will smack you so hard your eyes will pop out. Are we clear?"

By the end of class Pam was more miserable than ever. Her mood did now improve when some boy decided to introduce himself, effectively blocking her escape route. 
"Dick? Really? You're in high school and you want your friends to call you Dick?" Pam practically keeled over laughing. "You may be a loser, but I really appreciate you giving me a reason to laugh." Patting him on the head, she violently shoved him aside and left the class.

There was an extra something in Harvey's Dent's step as he made his way through the rain and into Gotham High. Despite the crowd Harvey was easily identifiable by his two-tone attire. Even his umbrella held two distinct designs, one on each side. "Ahh, the best place on Earth." He spoke aloud in the halls, the sarcasm in his voice evident. Other students turned to acknowledge him with grimaces and frowns as he strolled to his locker. 
 
Putting in the combination he set his things into his locker and grabbed his law book. He turned to a mirror on the inside of the lock door and smiled as he fixed his hair and admired his double-face. Slapped it shut it adjusted the "Vote Harvey" button on his jacket as he walked to his first class. He smiled back as he stared at the posters of himself on the walls. "It's going to be a good year."

Storming down the hall Pam let a devious smile slide across her face as she saw a better way to vent her frustrations.  
"Hey, Dent," she called out, prancing over to meet him. "How is the school's prime presidential candidate these days? It's like we never talk anymore."  Resisting the urge to gag at the sight of his stupid pin she brushed her hair over her shoulder and tried to be pleasant. 

Making his way down the hall in his typical uneven pace, Harvey paused as his eyes fell on school's resident green machine. 
"Well if it isn't my opponent. Me? I'm quite well, I have a feeling this is going to be a good year, especially after I'm elected student body president. Indeed, it's been a while, you've been a stranger. How about you? I see you love the freshman class so much you've decided to stick around with them for another year." 
He smirked, taking pleasure in being devilishly poisonous.

Pam was struck silent for a moment, but quickly recovered. She'd heard enough about her academic failings at home to be able to brush it off. Besides, at least she had enough of a spine to stand up for what she believed in. Harvey always seemed to need to flip a coin. 
"Well aren't you sharp as ever. Still not a very snappy dresser, mind you, but I'm glad to see that you've got something to fall back on." At least there was someone at this school she could have a somewhat intelligent rally with. "I promise to try not to bring that up in our debate, though. I'm sure I can manage with some of your other terrible flaws."

"Well Ms.Lang, it seems you set to go" She principal Gordon a smile and then set out into the halls on her way to her first class

Looking up at the clock she sighs heavily wondering what Bruce is up too in his senior class, The bell chimes and she dashes out the door heading back to her locker

Jonathon Crane sat at the base of his locker, his fingers in their torn gloves fiddled with several pieces of straw, eventually tying them together into the shape of a little stick figure, which he promptly tore the head off and threw aside. Sighing, he flicked his mess of hair from his eyes, fixed his scarf, picked up his books and began to shamble towards class. History was boring until you looked at the dictators.

Bruce walked out of American history and made a b-line to his locker. But he ended up in one of those ever occurring face off's Talia, she thought she owned this school, he stood while all others moved out of her way and kept walking straight at her. The two stopped for moment before passing each other. He made it to the locker and placed his books inside and began scanning the hall for his friends. it was strange being one of the only seniors who would hang out with the juniors, but someone had to watch out for them.  

"Cool, lemme just finis-" before she could finish what she was saying, Barbra snagged her by the arms and pulled her out to the courtyard. 
 
"Sheesh...I thought i was the strong one"