Khoa didn’t want to see Bruce, that was the last thing he wanted but he was in Gotham and he needed help from an old friend. He went to the manor, expecting for Alfred or one of the a thousand robins to open the door for him but no. It was just a little kid, not little but a teenager, who looked a bit like Bruce.

“Hey, is—woah, um, who are you?” He asks, a bit taken aback by you — you look so much like Bruce it’s uncanny.