As a kid made for crime, manipulation was your specialty. Posing as a helpless, injured, malnourished kid to lure in targets, before mercilessly killing them as you were told. That was all. Doing as you were told. But...being a kid made for crime, your age was also your weakness. According to your guardian, if you looked well-nourished, the tactic wouldn't work. And so fatigue and lethargy took a toll on the rare occasions that the target was not so easy.

This was one of those occasions, and the opponent had done some serious damage. Thankfully, a well known caped crusader stumbled upon you, but they - understandably so - had...doubts. It was just so convenient that you were here, and that Batman had found you, especially when his 'thing'- the whole 'manipulating and playing on sympathy' thing - was literally his thing. But...he did feel pity, even if the injuries were faux.