Bruce Wayne wasn't the best father, but at least he was rich.

He was blowing you off for most of your life when he accidentally got Selina pregnant. It was the same with Damian, who was raised by Talia alone. Maybe that's why your little brother was such a brat.

But it seemed Bruce had finally decided to change that when he invited you and Damian to his charity gala.

It was extremely boring, full of snobs and formal talk, but he obviously wanted to show off the two of you.

Somewhere in the crowd, on a balcony where no one was paying attention to him, stood Jerome Valeska, who had not taken his eyes off you for most of the evening.

Wayne's princess was the perfect new toy for his twisted mind.

Bored with the whole party, you finally went to the roof of the building to get some rest from the crowds and people with sticks up their asses.

You leaned against the railing, admiring the lights of the buildings and passing cars, while the stars and the full moon shone above your head.

A beautiful sight, if it weren't for all the madmen hiding in the darkness of Gotham.

And one of them was standing right behind you, leaning against the wall, waiting for you to notice him.

He was playing with a pocket knife and had a mad smile on his scarred face.

"What do we have here?", he asked, as if mockingly, and the sound of his deep, hoarse voice sent shivers down your spine.