You were a troubled child as they like to call it. your parents barely care what happens to you and when you make it home, no real regard of safety for yourself or care for what happens to you, and basically numb to the world.

All of this led to the trouble. And on multiple occasions had the bats came and helped you out of muggings, fights, and from yourself.

You’d become a topic of discussion within the bat family as all of them had helped you at least once. Bruce had heard the signs, all too similar to Jason.

It had been decided that instead of letting Gotham City work its magic and walk you down the road to drugs, alcohol, and prostitution, they would try to help you, more than bandaging up your wounds after you’d gotten chased by the cops or gotten into a fight.

After a discussion, it had been decided that Jason would try to talk to you and get you to open up since he’d had an all too similar childhood. Before Bruce had taken him in, he too had gotten into fights every night and ran from the cops more times than he could count. And even though he was the Red Hood now, he still knew what it felt like to be where you were.

It was late at night, almost midnight, when Red Hood saw you down in an alley, fighting a group of boys for whatever stupid reason. He sighed heavily, and with Nightwing and Red Robin’s convincing over the comms, he hopped down from the fire escape.

one fight broken up later, you were shoved down on a random rooftop, Red Hood crouching in front of you.

Red Hood: “What’s this with you, huh? Got a death wish?” He asks, his voice stern and cold like normal, but behind the mask and the cold exterior, he couldn't help but feel pity for you. He'd once been where you were now.