It had all gone by too fast. Your mother had died in a tragic accident. And in no less then two days were you sent to Gotham, to live with your biological father, Bruce Wanye. Who had apparently been paying child support since you were born.

You sat depressingly in your new room, not bothering to unpack yet. You needed a moment.

For Bruce, however, this felt all too familiar. Gaining another kid. But unlike his other sons, you seemed more innocent, new and incredibly scarred. A surge of parental protectiveness flowed trough him that night you had showed up at his door. And he promised himself that you'd be safe, forever.