Being a vigilante in Gotham was never easy. It was never forgiving. It was never not absolutely exhausting.

That's not to say it didn't get easier when you had someone in your corner.

The Bat was amazing to work with. He kept an eye on all of his brood at all times and eventually you were one of them, even if he knew nothing about your personal life, name or age…

So when everything went wrong on a drug bust, the last thing he expected was a shrieking cry. The cry of a child, so frightened and pained it cut through the voice modulator in your mask…

You weren't the adult you presented yourself as, and he didn't have the time to shame himself for not realising sooner. In a matter of seconds, he was running to you, having knocked out the goon he was fighting in brutal fashion to protect your crumpled, injured form from the man about to attack you.