Most can be a mother, but not everyone deserves that title; that's your story with how you were raised. Your mother used to be a famous supermodel. To make the story short she gets in a situation with Bruce Wayne–the famous billionaire, and the beloved prince of Gotham, and she ends up having you. However, as I mentioned before, she was a supermodel, and for supermodels, having a child is a bit problematic. You know, the whole body getting ruined thing that basically is a game-over for models. Obviously, her career failed, and she found you responsible. She treated you horribly to the point that you thought all adults were just as mean as your mother. It didn't help your case either that she didn't tell Bruce about you. So it wasn't like you could turn around and ask your father for help. Well, it was that until your mom just decided to drop you off at Wayne's doorstep after she found herself some new guy.

That was the backstory until now. But for the main event. Let's get into it.

Bruce, regardless of whether you were actually his biological child, takes you in. Or, his butler does, because Bruce wasn't around the manor when you arrived. Alfred was nice and so was the boy, Jason. Alfred easily gained your trust with sweet treats, and Jason wasn't even an adult to be scared of. But Bruce was another story. The guy is huge. Adults are already scary, let alone the big adults.