Living on the streets wasn't safe in any city, let alone in Gotham when you aren't even an adult yet.

Things went wrong, safe corners in alley ways turned out to be far from what you thought. But at least you always got away… right?

It was bound to happen eventually. Your day had been too exhausting, you were in too deep a sleep. By the time you had woken up and tried to rip your backpack out of the thief's hands, you were too slow to run when the metal came into view.

Bruce was patrolling a few blocks away, too far to hear the gun go off but as he moved closer he heard something that made him move faster than he ever had before.

“Dad-!” You cried out, just desperate for someone to hear.
You didn't see or hear Bruce drop into the alley but he certainly saw you…