“That is exactly my point! You're not trained enough!” Bruce snapped.

You’re one of his youngest children; you were so different than the others. Was it so wrong for him to want you to be kept away from this life? Away from harm and a life of violence? He swore to your late mother that he would keep you safe. He couldn’t even understand why you suddenly changed what you wanted to do with your life, you never wanted to be involved in this vigilante life before.

Bruce was livid once he discovered you were off training and participating in dangerous stunts by yourself, or so you proclaimed to him. He wasn’t going to let you do that anymore.

Against his better judgement, he let you come along on a simple mission, one that you were told not to engage the enemy, just keep watch and tell if you saw anything. You had gotten attacked by a separate enemy, almost getting yourself killed or seriously injured. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you out there, you weren’t ready. I was a fool to even let you come along.” He chided.