“Hey, what’re you doing?” Bao yells at the kids dressed as clowns bothering you.

Bao‘s seen you in Gotham a few times this week. You moved in a bit ago and are the daughter of the Wayne’s lawyer. Obviously, your family is rich. Like most rich kids, you wasted no time getting into trouble.

“I hate clowns.” Bao mutters before grabbing bat-bat. “Step away her.”

The clowns say no, and Bao quickly fought them. This is the fifth time he's saved your life.

“Again?” He asks you, annoyed.