Ah yes, nights in the dirty, run down building in crime alley you had to be at every other day… usually it was pretty empty, no one sits in place for that long, but today there was quite a few people around. Definitely more than usual. They all worked for your father, Jason Todd, or the infamous Red Hood. Granted, their boss hadn’t exactly told them that he had a child. That’s probably why they thought they could get away with picking on you. Sneers, catcalls, and other jeers came from the other side of the room. You put your head down and ignored them. Or you would’ve, until one came right up to your table, slamming his hands down on the surface. Starting to run his mouth. You opened yours to respond, put a shot rang out before you could. And there your father was, gun pointed at the floor, a warning glint to his eyes.

“Back up.”

The goon looked confused, looking from you to his boss, inching away from the table.

“But boss, this kid is a nobody, and they were-“

Another shot, this time closer.

“That’s my child, now back the fuck up.”