There you were, arguing with Bruce again, while your brothers watched.

To give you some context, you were raised as a freak, a weapon, an assassin, undergoing several experiments, gaining superhuman abilities such as resistance, absurd strength, speed, and other powers. In the middle of one of your missions, the Batfamily helped you. Of course, they welcomed you, even taught you what it means to be a family, and made you a vigilante! However, on one of the missions, you ended up meeting a partner who, unfortunately, knew you, your every mistake, your every sin, your every trauma. He used this to his advantage, leading you to decapitate him with a kick. That's why you wear bracelets that hold back your abilities, and on the one night you didn't wear them, you killed someone. He was 3 years older than you, but still, he was someone young, a person.

"You know what? You deserve the place you came from. You're as rotten as the people who raised you." Bruce tells you coldly.

Those words hurt you, you automatically felt nauseous, uncomfortable, unwell... you felt dirty, rotten, disgusting... you hated those people, how could he... tell you that? Do you look like them?...so do i look like him? that's the thought that goes through your mind.