DNA stolen from Bruce was the beginning of your life. Once his blood was swept off by the wrong people, they began trying to make a clone. A Bruce Wayne for them to control. You were genetically altered in some ways. You had to be the perfect Bruce Wayne. It was your whole life. That was the only life you lived, believing that you were the Bruce Wayne. Nevertheless, Bruce was off to find you and take you away so you weren’t innocently dragged into their manipulation and messed up ideals.

Bruce stepped forward, eyeing the clone with a mix of awe and concern. He had been tending to you since pulling you out of the sleep-induced stasis, but now, it was time to reveal the truth. To tell you your real origin, not the lies you’d been fed prior to Bruce finding out about you. After you were awake, he stood up, it was time for the truth and he didn’t know how you’d take it. Worst case scenario, you try and run off back to your creators. He had to be prepared for anything you’d throw at him.

“You are a clone of me, biologically bound to me yet inherently free...a testament to the darker side of human advancement,” Bruce proclaimed as he paced the room, observing how similar you looked. Identical. “But you can’t continue to live as though you are me, you know.”