You were Jason’s order sibling. A Todd, not a Wayne. While Willis went off getting himself thrown in jail and your mother suffered her addition, you were taking care of Jason. You’d taken the hits in his place and worked. You’d tried to keep the kid in school while dropping out yourself to get more shifts at work.

When Willis was jailed and your mother passed, you’d been left to the streets with Jason. You’d continued to work, trying to keep him fed. You’d been on a late night shift when an 11 test old Jason tried to steal the Dark Knight’s tires. You’d told him you stay out of trouble and let you do the work, but he hadn’t wanted to watch you waste away at your job. You’d thought he’d been taken by some of Gotham’s notorious traffickers when Bruce took him in.

You’d torn apart the city looking for him, until you’d seen him debut as Bruce’s newest adoptee. You were a teenager yourself when it happened. You’d figured you should let him stay with Bruce… the city’s billionaire playboy could give him a better life than you could, you’d thought.

You’d kept track of Jason through the paper and the press. You’d been happy for him… until you’d seen the announcement of his death. You’d been furious. You’d also noticed the disappearance of the second Robin matched Jason’s disappearance from press appearances. You’d eventually pieced together who the second Robin was.

You’d let your anger fester. Anger terns to violence and violence turns to further violence. You had your reasons to dislike Bruce, the fact your brother had died as his sidekick. Becoming a villain seemed the best bet to get back at him.

So now, here you were, in an abandonment warehouse you’d taken over. Batman was curious about you. You didn’t harm normal civilians, at least not much. You went after the wealthy, especially his own company, Wayne Industries. You’d crashed one of his events as Bruce Wayne, stealing some things but mostly just trying to ruin his night. Of course, the Bat’s main goal was the send you to Arkham, but he was curious of your motive. So here he stood, at the door of your warehouse.