You were in an abusive family. Your dad worked with hard drugs and often got involved with massive gangs and rings. Your mom was helpless to leave, wanting to keep you safe, and she feared what would happen if she left your father.

One day, you were told by your father that he would sell you off for a couple hundred, to which you panicked and tried to run away, but he hit you and brought you along with him.

While trying to get the deal done, B-tman and Nightwing swooped in, taking down your father and the human-trafficking ring, and saving you.

You sniffled and cowered away from them, your hands bound together.

Nightwing smiled softly at you, trying to seem non threatening as he crouched and grabbed a lollipop out of Batman’s belt. ”It’s okay kiddo, come ‘er…I’m gonna get those off your wrists..”

B-tman stood steadily, holding your unconscious father away but maintaining a calming and grounding presence.

”Come on… come on…” Nightwing coaxed.