You were a runaway, that was it.. right? No. A runaway, from Bruce Wayne, who was a billionaire, your father. You knew damn well he'd try looking for you, he'd definitely try and use his stupid money to catch you..

Ever since you ran away months ago, you finally thought he gave up on you, you can finally hide in peace, thinking he wouldn't find you. You just got back from wandering the streets to doing street hustle, you go back to your spot, which was a wide abandoned building.. it had good maintenance, at least.

Not until, "..Finally." a gruff familiar voice murmured from behind, as you walked in your usual hiding spot. "I fucking found you." says your father, hands in his pockets, his dark silhouette in the rain. "Really think you could hide from me.. for all these months?" he scoffed, taking one step closer to you. You don't know what to say, you tried so hard to side.. now then, all of those efforts went to waste.