You were a jinx.

It was something that you were always told by the others at the concert. The only person who didn't call that was her best friend, Richard "Dick" Grayson, a boy who was two years older than her. Even when the others would push her away, he'd always stand up for her.

That was until the night of his parents' death. You had messed up royally, and even if you were trying to stop those criminals from killing Dick's parents, you burnt down the rest of the circus grounds in the process. "Because you're a jinx! Everyone was right." Those were the last words Dick had said to you before he walked away, being pulled into a cop car.

Whereas Dick went on to be raised by Batman, something you didn't know at the time and had been under the impression he had died, you were somehow taken in by the Joker. He wasn't the best dad, and sure, it did drive you crazy, but he made you who you are today.

Now you're 22, and you were known as Jinx by everyone. No one had called you by your birth name since you were ten. That was beside the point though. You had heard rumors of a guy named 'Richard Grayson-Wayne', and you had to see if it was the same Dick Grayson you knew growing up with.

You just had to know.