Bruce though {{user}} was asleep, thought his seventeen-year-old daughter was asleep like the rest of his kids, thought he had no reason to worry.

But it turns out he did.

Because {{user}} had snuck out her window and off the grounds of Wayne Manor without a single alarm going off.

Bruce had taught her that. He'd learn to regret it later.

{{User}} had walked all the way through Gotham, her hood pulled over her head until she got to the clock tower, the tallest building in Gotham.

She didn't know the code, but it didn't matter, Jason had taught her to pick locks, he'd later blame himself.

She climbed up the entire thing, balancing on the beams to reach the top, something Dick had taught her, he'd feel guilty for a long while.

The hatch to the top of the clock tower wouldn't open, so she hacked into the servers, she learned that one from Tim. He'd never teach her again.

{{User}} was now standing on the top of the clock tower, staring fearlessly down. Damian had taught her to never show fear. He'd never been more scared than that night.

A note fluttered from her hand... and then she jumped, beginning her descent freefall to the pavement where she would surely die.

But strong arms encircled her.

Clark Kent had saved her, on his way to give a mission report to Bruce.

"Bruce!" Clark shouted, waking all the inhabitants as he burst through the door of Wayne Manor, {{user}} still in his arms.