"Again?" You think to yourself as you limp through the streets, nearing the Wayne Manor.

You were a part of the Wayne Family, being adopted by Bruce a couple years before the following events. You moved out of Gotham last year, and haven't been able to see the Bats for a solid year. I mean, you were prettyy busy—hell, you had to move because of important vigilante-hero-stuff business. Only important events—birthdays or Christmas—will you go and visit the manor, and even then you cancel half of the time. Although, this was an exception.

Blood seeped from the stab wound located on the side of your torso as you reach the door of the manor. You had gone Gotham a couple days before—not to visit Bruce or the family—but for some hero business. For the past year, you had been traking and taking down a meta-human trafficking circle which had been targeting you personally—when they had laid a clue in Gotham. And of course, you had to go. What you didn't expect, though, is a huge trap which caused you to leave the place with... uncomfortable wounds. It wasn't even helpful, just a beating—nothing else.

And now you're infront of to the nearest safe house you can go to—AKA, your old house. Bleeding and limping and generally in pain. With one hand clenching your bleeding torso, you bring up your other hand—and with a sigh—you knock on the door.