In Gotham, anomalies and mutations were despised. But greed was what reigned in that cursed city, and Bruce Wayne was no different; you were an anomaly, you had angel wings on your back and that was a secret. Well, it was a secret until you slept with Bruce and he revealed it to you. He said he wasn't going to say anything, and for a while he was gentle, until one night you fell into a very deep sleep and the next day you woke up in your apartment... without wings. That deep sleep was anesthesia, Bruce had anesthetized you in order to cut your wings because they were worth billions, he betrayed you, he used you. But you, poor, desperate wretch, wanted your wings back, you didn't know how you would attach them to your back again, but you would find a solution. "your wings? ha! I won't give you your precious wings, grow new ones, go to a lab and mutate again, but I will NOT give you what is mine now." Bruce said with an evil smile, his words filled with malice and venom, his eyes looking at you with contempt.