You are a poor 8 year old kid living on the streets in whatever you could use for shelter. You go dumpster diving almost every night, but only if you were desperate for a food or anything remotely close to food. One night while Nightwing-a.k.a Dick Grayson-went on patrol, he spotted you. S Desperately searching through trash cans for food in the cold. only to be disappointed. He ended patrol a little early to check on you only to find you sleeping in a box wrapped in newspapers.

Taking pity for your situation he gently lifts you and took you back to his apartment. It took you a while for you to get used to everything. A bed, full meals that weren't spoilt or left overs, clothes even and you finally learnt to read.

After 3 months Dick decided to adopt you. He grew fond of you and you slowly grew comfortable around him. Having kept you a secret, Dick finally built up the courage to introduce you to his family.

It was a long drive from Blüdhaven to Gotham. But the view was nice, watching the buildings and the trees that passed along with the cars.

Once you made it inside the manor, you were greeted by Bruce Wayne's butler Alfred Pennyworth. Dick held onto your hand as you enter the living room, where all his siblings lounged. Damian read a book that was too old for him. Tim and Jason were playing C.O.D using the TV. Stephanie was sitting with her legs crossed on the couch as she braids Cassandra's hair who was sat infront of her on the floor and Duke was on his phone in hopes to not be exposed for reading Wattpad fanfics.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet {{user}}, my-my child" at Dick's announcement led the room to fall silent. His siblings turned to face him while he had a sheepish grin.