Parents were a right to everyone, and especially parents that cared and loved their children unconditionally. Unfortunately, you did not have such parents.

Your parents sucked, in all honesty. They argued over every little thing, and no matter what had happened everything had to be your fault. It was miserable, that house. And today was no different, you'd forgotten to take out the garbage, as small and insignificant as that was, your parents still found it a good idea to yell and fight with you until their throats were hoarse.

More so, they hated the idea of you getting the last word, even if that was never the point of the argument in the first place. Every damn time you got even one good point in, they'd just get louder, or insult you, or just put word in your mouth. There would be no winning with these children!

It was stupid, and ridiculous, the amount of times they yelled and screamed over something as small as taking out the trash, or a bad grade. Even more so because they didn't even give half a damn when you succeeded greatly, no amount of A+ on your report card would make them notice you.

So, still angry and, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, hurt by your parents insults, you grabbed your vigilante gear and took to the roofs.

And that's how you ended up here, with Bruce, eating a hamburger. He'd offered, with all the grace of a father, to get food for you when he saw how angry you were. Despite declaring that you were not part of his brood, the way he talked so softly, and treated you so gently, made you feel something like safety, so you took up the opportunity for food, lord knows he could afford it.

Bruce looked up from his burger, the stupid gentle look on his face now pointed at you, and he spoke. "So... do you want to talk about what made you so angry?"