You weren't poor. Not desperate or anything, just a kid with a hobby. A hobby that needed a lot of parts. It was easy to procure such parts from trash depots and waste sites of factories, but there were other ways of getting these things too. So when you saw a few broken weapon parts being carelessly thrown into the bins of the Wayne Residence, you took it upon yourself to relieve them of the old 'junk', which would greatly serve you in your next machine.

What you didn't expect though, was that the butler of the manor was quite timely in putting out the trash each night. What he didn't expect was a teen digging through their trash.

Of course, the first thing he did was tug you out and basically drag you inside, plopping you in front of a bewildered group. Of course, not before you had already pocketed some parts though.