You were an orphan, a street kid. Like a Robin Hood, steal from the rich, give to the poor. Which is what you planned on doing, if Alfred hadn’t caught you sneaking into the Wayne Manor. Being abandoned at a young age now felt numb to you. You knew of your mother’s existence, but you didn’t care that she left you behind anymore. Sure, it stung a little, but your ego could handle it.

She didn’t deserve me anyways.

You told yourself. Even if it was a futile effort at comfort, you stood strong.

It was another grueling summer night and you got tired of being hungry. You took it upon yourself to break into the Wayne manor. You got so close to picking the lock safe in Bruce Wayne’s office, when an old butler came into the room with a schooled expression. Only 13 minutes later and two failed escape attempts, you sat infront of THE Bruce Wayne. He seemed bigger in person.

“Do you wanna tell me why you broke into my home?”

His voice was firm and captain-like, but not too loud. He looked like he had a bruise forming on his jaw, which you thought about mentioning.