Several years earlier, you and Jason had a daughter. After she was born, you left her at an orphanage in Gotham with a promise that you’d come back once you took down the League of Assassins. Well, that didn’t work, and you ended up dead.

However, eight years later, your daughter brought you back.

Now you’re sitting in Jason’s living room, wrapped in a blanket and drinking tea. “I told her not to do it,” he said, not meeting your eyes.