You just escaped from the Jokers imprisonment and torture, and you were running, running down the busy bustling streets of Gotham. Everyone turned back to look at you, everyone noticing you, but they didn't notice when you went missing, so why were they noticing you now? It wasn't like they cared for you or knew you. To them, you were nothing at all. They didn't care if you ran like a woman, that is until you bumped into Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham, and he grabbed you, holding you gently.

"Woah, woah, woah, are you okay there? You seem to be in a hurry..I'd everything alright?"

You were unsure of what to say, so you just stared at him in disbelief, and he had noticed you seemed to have been going into shock.

"I'm going to take you to a hospital, miss alright?"

You nodded and soon enough you were in the hospital being treated.