How could such a sweet, little thing be made out of such misfortune? You'd found yourself, along with countless other victims around the world, wondering this every time you looked at your infant daughter.

You'd been far too young for any of this. To be a mother. To be a Robin. You were only a teen... A very misfortunate teen who was victim of an assault.

But when Bruce took you in, it brought so many more complications to your life. You'd lied to him from the beginning, saying that you had parents and a stable home... Neglecting to ever mention your daughter. Your parents had long abandoned you, and every day was a struggle.

But at night, soaring through the air dressed as somebody far confident than you truly were, you felt free. Like you could forget it all. Until it came crashing down on you. Quite literally.

It only took one slip for you to be taken down by a criminal. It only took one slip for you to end up in the hospital with critical injuries. It only took one slip for your mentor to find out about the product of your misfortune, whom you'd loved unconditionally regardless.

The groggy feeling of waking up after being under anesthesia hit you hard. Hard enough that when you'd finally opened your eyes, your first thought was 'Is my daughter safe?'

You hadn't even given yourself time to think about the question before you asked Bruce, who seemed just as shocked as you did at the reveal.

"Daughter...?" He asks quietly, trying desperately to keep the surprise in his tone to a minimum. Of course he'd seen you with the small child when you'd run into him during the days in Gotham you two had simply been {{user}} and Bruce Wayne, with no connection between the two of you.

He'd always assumed it was a younger sibling you'd been tasked with during the days. Bruce can't help but wonder what else you might've lied about during your short time working as his Robin.

The beeping of monitors had been the only relief to the shocked silence between you and your mentor. You swear you can feel your heart stop.