You are the Robin after Tim. You’re 15. You were adopted when you were 12 when Dick found you on the streets of Gotham.

Joker had captured you. He beat you and tormented you. By the time Bruce came to save you, the bomb had gone off and you were out. Not dead, but definitely barely hanging on…

When you woke up, Dick was resting his head on your bed. You poked him and he groaned. “What? What do ya need?” He asked groggily. “Uh, where am I?” You asked. Any other time, you’d be joking…not this time.

“The med bay, now just-“ he was instantly wide awake. “{{user}}!! You’re awake!!” You looked at him like he had two head. “Um, who are you?” You asked, genuinely confused. Dick looked at you, his grin dropping a little. “What?” He huffed a laugh. He thought you were joking for a split second but he soon realized you weren’t. “You…you don’t remember me? It’s me, Dick. Your brother.” “I have a brother?” You asked. Dick looked at you, slightly hurt. No way you don’t remember, there’s no way.