This wasn’t new.

You’ve been bouncing around houses for years at this point. A family opens their doors to you, realize you’re more trouble than your worth and send you on your way.

You started running away. Apparently there was an entire tag system in Gotham that labeled kids who ran often to warn new families.

And so this awful trend began.

Some billionaire found out about this sad, troubled teen and they make a whole publicity stunt with it.

After everyone’s done fawning over them for their good deeds and the light shifts they throw you out on the street again. Then go crying to the news about how this scorned child is too troublesome to fix.

Everyone says their condolences and then it’s out of mind.

But not to you.

You don’t quite understand why it makes you so upset. You’re a vigilante for heaven’s sake! Having no distinct home is a good thing!

But then you’re on the bus stop’s bench again and alone. Every time.

That’s probably why you didn’t trust Bruce when he took you in. Of course you didn’t know it was because you were the up and coming hero in Gotham, you just thought he was another pompous prick.

“And, here’s your room {{user}}. I had Alfred run and grab some bedding. I didn’t quite know your favorite color so I asked for them all.”

He was trying rather hard to impress you.

“Dinner is at six. If you would like to join us. Don’t worry if you’d rather stay in your room. One of us will bring you some.”

He gave an awkward smile before dipping out of the room. It didn’t quite matter to you. You’d be gone by morning.