Dick knows he should take you back to your foster family, or to a social worker. He knows better than this.

You’re a troubled teen, a runaway. But by the way you looked at him, Dick knew you were carrying the weight of the world on your adolescent shoulders. He knew that feeling all too well.

“Hey. I’m not taking you back there,” he says as gently as he can, glancing over at you in the passenger seat of the Batmobile. He’s a hero. He’s supposed to save people that need saving.