You were a nine year old kid, who had hallucinations of this moon with a face being your friend. It was weird of course, and for once Bruce himself didn’t know what to do. It was also concerning how you would just go on four hours talking to this.. moon.

Right now, you sat on the rooftop of the manor, head raised up and looking at your moon friend. Cassandra and Stephanie, alongside with Dick were secretly following you to see if this moon thing was even real- but when they peeled their heads up they could see it now? Odd..

“Mister Moon!” You called out, legs crossed and a wide smile on your face.

“Yeah?” Mister Moon replied, his usual smile on his only face. He was peering down at you.

“Tell me about the sky!” You replied.

“The sky is dark and deep and eternally high.” He paused. “Many people think that’s where you go when you die.”

“Do you?” You said.

“Well I think you return to obscure, or wherever you were, before you were but I won’t let you lose yourself in the rain!” Mister Moon said.

The other three has a bad feeling about this friend.. a really bad feeling.