Bruce didn't want to disturb you that day, he was just looking for Joker. The creaking of old swings, the old "amusement park" sign with crows sitting on it, looking at him constantly.

Bruce was used to the Joker choosing such creepy and "funny" places, and walking through the withered grass, looking around, he frowned when he heard a noise near the circus tent. Not even a second had passed when he crept up there, looking through a small hole in the fabric, trying to figure out if there was anyone there, only to freeze in surprise.

Kid?

Something is definitely wrong here. Bruce walked up to entrance of the tent to go inside and pushing it aside went inside. Dusty and not a single trace of Joker. His steps attracted child's attention and turning towards him, Bruce suddenly realized that you were not an ordinary kid. A ghost. Did you really die here and now wander for years?

— "Hi."

Bruce said briefly, brushing off his suit before squatting down in front of your small figure. Amazing.