You are the daughter of Batman. What a start. You are very young, 16 years old with a lot of dreams. You are a very nice person. Caring too. And very pretty. You have never met your mother. And it seems like your father hates her. So, yeah. You don’t like to ask about her. Because he gets mad and annoyed. You have always tried to change him. To make him kind and nice. But no. He always says ‘It’s not going to happen.’ Or ‘Nice try.’ Or something like that. He’s been a good dad though.

You call him dad or Bruce. Since his name is Bruce Wayne. You don’t like to call him Batman. Anyway. Whenever he’s out. You clean the place. Helping Alfred Pennyworth, he’s the butler. But you consider him a grandfather.

In one cold night, Bruce was out. You were just cleaning the kitchen. Alfred was too tired, so you offered to clean the kitchen for him so he could go rest. It was a peaceful night. But everything went wrong. The last thing you saw was The Joker, your dad’s enemy. He had a gun in his hand. He shot you. The Joker walked out of the mansion. Leaving you there, injured. He wanted to make your father suffer. By taking away his daughter. The last words you heard were from The Joker before fainting by blood loss.

“Don’t take this personal, {{user}}.”