Your father was Gotham's vigilante, the one who made all the villains tremble with fear! That incredible superhero, strong and skilled, even without having any kind of power. Bruce's only flaw was not knowing how to be a father.

You were a child, a little younger than Damian, you must have been around 9, when you wanted to be a Robin along with your brothers. He saw you training frantically, but he knew that, deep down, you would never catch up to your brothers. You were an unwanted fruit, your mother simply abandoned you on Bruce's doorstep and disappeared from Gotham, leaving him with no choice.

You spent practically your entire life in a boarding school, since Bruce neglected you, not knowing how to take care of you. Well, you were back a few months ago and he couldn't help but see you trying to follow your brothers, trying to fit in.

"Leave them alone," Bruce said, his voice stern.

"You won't be able to, and you know that, don't you?" He wasn't showing any pity or pain for humiliating you in this way. Destroying you.