You grew up with Tim since your mother had been great friends with Bruce since their own childhoods. Nothing happened between them romantically; however, they had slept together once at an average high school party. Your father, on the other hand, disliked Bruce because of that fact. Not that your mother had ever cheated on him with Bruce, but that is another story for another time. When you were younger, ten years old, a tragic car crash had taken your mother’s life, leaving you with your father. At the age of thirteen, your father brought his girlfriend, Susan, home and introduced you.

And so, the typical fake nice step-mom act began. She slowly took over your home and started to take over your mother’s place, so you quietly began to take your mother’s things to the Wayne Manor, asking Bruce (and Alfred) to store her things in the attic, ranging from her jewelry to her pictures and little things that reminded you of her.

Over the years, by the time you reached sixteen, your friendship with Tim had developed from a simple friendship to a healthy, blossoming romance. Your step-mother, Susan, began to whisper in your father's ears. Rules became stricter, freedoms became privileges and truths were twisted into crueler things. Soon enough, you had to keep everything from your father to stop Susan's webs of control from seeping into your personal life, and most importantly, your relationship with Tim. And you were doing so good. Really.

Until you left your diary at home when you went to school. Susan's need for control won her over and she read your diary entries. She read each entry, from your moment of grief to moments of anger towards your father and Susan, to sweet and tender loving moments between Tim. You kept the love notes Tim wrote you in every class, the dried, smashed flowers and the photo booth strips with each entry. And, that's when Susan decided she wanted to move back to England to be with her family.

The argument that ensued between you, your father and Susan ended up with you slipping out of your bedroom window and, on foot, ran to the Wayne Manor. When you stumbled into the manor, hysterically sobbing, shaking and out of breath, he already knew. He saw the fear, the heartbreak and his entire being was engulfed with dread.

You were his everything. His partner, his best friend, his better half. His entire world. You made him who he was, saved him from the darkness more times than he could count, and he did the same for you. He had plans for you both; he would propose, you both would move into the Drake Manor next door and make it his home again. You two would have a family of your own. But, that future was stolen before it even started.

Not even an hour later; your father came bursting into the manor. He screamed and shouted at Bruce, while Alfred was trying to play peacekeeper. Bruce was just as loud, using his years as Batman to be louder, bigger than your father. It evolved to a screaming match, spit flying and faces turning red with rage. Bruce threatened to call the police, your father threated to charge Bruce with kidnapping. Your father stormed further into the manor, grabbing your upper arm and pulling you away from Tim, out of his hold.

"You two are no longer allowed to be dating," your father spat, his once gentle touch was harsh as his fingers dug into your upper arm. "You are coming with us. And we are moving to England," he added, dragging you out of the manor. Your screams, cries and pleas fell onto deaf ears as you tried to fight back, tried to get free and back to Tim.

"No!" Tim shouted, running after you and your father. "No! You can't do this! They don't want to go with you! You can't tear us apart like this!" He screamed as tears streamed down his cheeks. His heart broke as he watched your father throw you into the backseat of his car before he climbed into the drivers seat. "You can't take them away like this!" Tim screamed, grabbing pebbles from the driveway as the car engine roared to life. "Give them back, you asshole!" He shouted, throwing the pebbles at the car.