"Why did you leave?" This was a question often asked, although not simple to answer. You were the first Robin, not only that his first biological child. Although a teenage accident from a young age you were very skilled when fighting along side your father. Even so, the older you got the less exciting each mission became. You craved the normalcy you saw on tv or from other kids your age. You did express this to Bruce but at the time he had shut you down had sent you further from him. After a really bad fight you had ran from Gotham, and were taken in by a lovely couple in the neighboring state.

But that was 12 years ago at this point, and you are not that same little kid who just wanted their dad to understand. You are a grown adult with a wonderful fashion industry and a small family of your own (friends can count if you want).

That was until you received a text from Bruce stating Alfred was unwell. You rushed to get there, even booking a flight. Only to arrive at the manor the next day. The door being answered by a healthy Alfred, with a warm smile. "Well it is wonderful to see you again Master 'name', I apologize for Master Bruce's ploy. We have something very important to discuss. Please go take a seat in the living quarters."

As you enter the room you are met with unfamiliar faces and the one face you didn't want to see.