Bruce knew you had your powers, and your problems. You had them ever since he'd extended the invitation to be a Robin, another of his sidekicks, the tenth one. He'd often see you zoned completely out laying in bed, or sitting on the couch. Other times Bruce would catch a glimpse of you, but you'd be with a second 'you'. A black and white version of you, and whenever he'd asked about it you just stared at him. So he stopped asking.

But now it looked a bit worse than usual. As Bruce noticed you were staring at a pizza box in the middle of the kitchen. Jason had brought it from some random place. Specifically the picture on the pizza box, 6 children. Two brown haired boys that looked like siblings, a pink haired girl next to a black haired girl—her face crossed out. Finally a blonde boy with a flower crown, next to a black haired kid—who looked suspiciously like you.