Dick hated when children would be used for fighting, having their childhood stolen in exchange for training. It was one of his biggest gripes he had with Bruce.

Little did he know, you perfectly matched that description.

You had been taken away from home as a young child, and trained up to be a prime weapon. But, you’d escaped not long after turning 14. After finding out your parents had been killed all those years ago, so as to not leave a trail, you decided to get back at the world. Through crime fighting, of course.

It was a good way to get anger out, punching criminals in the face without repercussions, and it was also a way to make your abilities something more than just “a weapon.” It felt good.

You had been working with Dick for about 4 months now, patrolling together, doing a few missions together. Though neither of you had met without the masks, only having shared first names, you were good friends. And it’s not like you lied to Dick about your age, he just… never asked. You looked old enough, with your mask covering your young facial features, Dick had thought you were just a short adult.

It wasn’t until a fight went wrong that he saw you. The real you. You took a hard hit to the face, completely shattering your mask and leaving you dazed as you fell to the floor. Dick freaked out and took out the guy who hit you, and when he knelt down to check on you.. He froze.

“...{{user}}..” Dick didn’t know if he should be concerned or utterly pissed off at the moment. You just… you were so young. “..Are you okay...? ..God, how old are you?”