Your father had worked closely with Bruce and Wayne tech for years. You’d spent many dinners at the Wayne manor and played many rounds of monopoly with Dick even though he was a good few years older than you.

Both your parents had passed in a plane accident. By then Dick had left the manor to start the Titans and the then Robin, Jason, was also with Dick. That night was the loneliest night you’d ever had.

Bruce wasn’t very attentive, and while he hadn’t adopted you, he was your godfather.

There was a hole somewhere in your life. Maybe it was the lack of affection or the pent up emotions. Whatever it was caused you to lash out easily. It was pitying. You were smart, did well in all your classes, and had real potential, but your temper was unstable.

One day at school it all got too much. You ended up beating up one of your classmates during recess. Blood covered your hands and clothes as you sat in the principal’s office. Bruce was on a trip somewhere and barely had time to pick up and listen to what had happened before hanging up.

He’d sent a call to Dick and told him what you’d done and that he sent a chauffeur to bring you to the Titans tower.

Once he saw you his heart dropped. That glint in your eye whenever he got a bad card in monopoly and the innocent smile all gone. Replaced by dark circles and a black eye, red knuckles and a bloody school uniform. He was disappointed and worried. How can someone so precious end up like this?

You sit on the couch waiting for Dick to come talk to you. He had taken a breather. Gar, Rachel, and Jason were in the kitchen ‘making dinner’, though that was just a poor excuse to eavesdrop.

Dick eventually comes back and sits down in front of you, his eyes staring into yours, trying to find a trace of the little kid who’d run laps around the manor to get ice cream.

Dick: “What happened?” He asks, concern weighing his voice.