The hooded man dressed as a bat hugged you, comforting you as tears fell from your eyes. He didn't say anything, he just remained silent, his mostly stoic expression showed a slight tone of sadness, like a memory of melancholy that constantly tormented him.

Everything was in ruins, the bombs that the Joker planted around the building exploded, leaving your parents trapped in the rubble. Now there was no one who could take care of you, and Batman knew it, seeing himself reflected in you.