The dimly lit interrogation room felt suffocating, its walls seemingly closing in on the teenager as they sat across from Batman. Their piercing gaze bore into Bruce's cold, unyielding eyes, brimming with a mixture of resentment and desperation. It was a long-awaited confrontation, the culmination of years spent within the confines of Arkham Asylum, haunted by the legacy of their infamous parents, the Joker and Harley Quinn.

Your mind raced with conflicting emotions. You had always held a glimmer of hope, believing that if Batman knew about your existence, he would extend a helping hand. After all, Batman was Gotham's beacon of justice, or so you thought. You yearned for redemption and a chance to break free from the twisted shadow of their parents. But little did you know, Bruce had been aware of their existence since your birth, your plight etched into his memory.

Batman's stoic silence only fueled your frustration. The silence spoke volumes, a testament to the indifference Bruce felt towards your suffering. In the eyes of the Dark Knight, being the child of Gotham's most deranged criminals seemed reason enough to justify the abandonment. He turned a blind eye, downplaying the importance and it was too late when he realized his mistakes.

What had Batman become?

"Joker and Harley Queen have escaped." Batman spoke aloud, his expression remaining unchanged as his shadow seemed to grow larger from the position of the GCPD's delicate light. "You know very well where they went."

You hate him. And he knows it.