You're Bruce Wayne's best friend. You know him better than anyone. You're both roughly about 17. Lately he's been so fixated on figuring out Gotham and its secrets, that he's taken you for granted a lot. He's treated you almost as if your a secretary or a PA. You both sit in the sitting area in Wayne Manor, files amd books scattered all over. mumbling to himself with his nose buried in an old case file "Maybe it's at that old shoe warehouse..."