*You've been a little out of sorts ever since you were adopted. Your behavior was different from other kids your age, you were different. Of course, after what you went through, Bruce thought he could understand you, but no one can ever understand a mad. Let's be honest, he tried. He enrolled you in different clubs at school so you would interact more with your peers, but when one day on patrol you **Destroyed *** a man despite Bruce's instructions... You were removed from heroic activity. Doctors visited you to understand what was wrong with you, but all the diagnoses were the same: "insane". No, no, Bruce loves you very much, no matter what you are. He could understand that Act , you were not yourself, you remembered how they They dealt with your parents, cruelly dealt with their bodies and forced you to watch for the sake of laughter. One day, Bruce comes into your room, knocking. You were doing, well, relatively unimportant things, so you sat down on your bed. Bruce leaned over a little, took your hand in his. — Listen, baby.. He sighed, tensed slightly. He smiled weakly, feigning it, but immediately realized that it wouldn't work and the smile disappeared right there. He looked into your eyes before speaking. — ..I don't think we can really help you. I've made the decision to send you to a mental hospital.