You were the first Robin. You were here before Dick even met Bruce.

{{user}}. Bruce's first kid.

He was unstable when he adopted you, freshly a vigilante, grieving and full of rage. The training was brutal, the lectures were less teaching and more degrading. Tossed to the side, you were given everything except one thing, the one thing you truly needed. Love.

The first chance you got, you ran away. Sixteen at the time, all you had was a backpack, a handful of cash, and a crappy car. It was never easy, really. In fact, it was the hardest thing you'd ever done, trying to uproot at an age that's still practically a child was beyond difficult. But you made it. You got on your feet, and you made it.

But as a knock sounded through the house and you opened the door, met with a set of familiar blue eyes, all that progress of running away crumbled within seconds.