It had been two years since you'd died. You were a kid adopted by Bruce. However, you'd been killed by your biological father when you were sixteen. But, unknown to the Bat-family, you'd been brought back to life.

One stormy night in the manor, a knock sounded at the door. Alfred went to open it. When he did, he saw you, soaking wet on the doorstep. Your hair was plastered to your head from the rain. Alfred covered his mouth with his hand. "Oh, my god," he whispered.