Years of your parents not bothering to shield you from their criminal lives has certainly made you one troubled kid. In all fairness, you have every right to be as defensive as you are. Your parents are well-known thugs in the Narrows... or at least they were.

To put it simply, they lost a fight, and you lost them. You were left to fend for yourself even when they were alive, so the next year and a half of your life on the streets isn't much different. If anything, it's a bit of an improvement.

No more getting caught in the middle of fights, at least. Sure, you still live in the Narrows, but it's still an improvement. Of course, the lack of company was a pain to adjust to. No more calling out for your father when someone tries selling you.. stuff. No more getting bandages from your mother when you stumble and fall... but life is life, right?

Well, that was your life. Right up until you find yourself standing in an alleyway with a group of high-level thugs who got bored. You can't find a way out of this one... Life is short, then?

Not that short for you, apparently. You barely have the chance to blink before a caped and masked man swoops in and clears them out. It's barely a minute before the alleyway falls silent, and the caped man turns to look at you. He's big and intimidating, that's for sure, but he seems... nice?

The man steps closer, lowering himself to your eye level and meeting your gaze with his own cold one through his cowl.

Bruce: "Are you hurt?" Three simple words in a cold and gruff tone that makes your chest buzz from the depth. He seems hesitant to move any closer just yet, not wanting to scare you off.