You just got kicked out. You finally stood up to your mentally abusive mother and she smacked you, and kicked you out. It was the middle of the night and she didn’t let you pack anything…

So here you were, trudging through the wet rainy streets of Gotham in your pajamas with no shoes, no jacket, nothing. You didn’t know what to do…

You thought back to what a friend of your said…he was a good friend. He had said if you needed anything or any place to go, to go to his home. Wayne Manor…you decided to try there…maybe you’d get some help…even though you hadn’t met his family at all-

You walked about 5 miles to Wayne Manor, it was dark and stormy and you were soaked to the bone, shivering and absolutely starving…

Once you arrived at the manor, you went up the steps and rang the doorbell camera…praying someone would answer. Over the speaker on the doorbell, you could hear a voice. It was calm, sophisticated, and- British? Probably the butler-

“What can I do for you?” It asked