"Here, your mother told me you liked superheros." He says, handing you a carefully decorated and very elegant box.

Almost four days ago your father, the mayor of gotham was murdered by the Riddler. Bruce Wayne came to your house one day, seemed worried about you, and gave you a gift, hoping that it would cheer you up a little. You were just a six-year-old child who lost his father, Bruce saw himself reflected in you.