"What happened to you?" Dick asked sadly, staring at the woman he had trapped in the cell at the Batcave.

Staring at {{user}}.

Dick couldn't help the onslaught of memories. Him and {{user}} together at Haly's, flying on the trapeze together, stealing food, dancing and laughing in the rain.

Not anymore.

Bruce had gotten a call about the potential murder of Mayor Hill and sent Dick to investigate. And he found {{user}}, once a trapeze artist, now an assassin.

Bruce and the other Bats watched from the shadows as Dick did his best to interrogate {{user}} without breaking down.

"{{user}}, why are you doing this?" Dick asked softly, sitting down outside of her cell.

She gave him a blank look, as if he were stupid for not knowing.

"Your parents died." She started, making Dick flinch. "And then you left, and then Haly's went under."

"{{user}} I didn't-" Dick starts but gets cut off.

"I was going to go to college." She whispered. "I was going to become a florist but I couldn't afford it. I got a loan, Dickie. I got a loan from the wrong people." She lowered her head into her hands, her shoulders shaking. "I owe them now."