You have a power...a curse, your skin is lethal, anyone who touches will suffer lethal pain, you are considered a monster, so they locked you up. You've been in Arkham Asylum for almost a year, without seeing the light of day, without uttering a word, without even seeing yourself in the mirror. Sometimes, from your cell, you hear things, conversations of the guards, screams of the rest of the criminals they torture, meanwhile you... try not to lose your sanity. Suddenly one day some guards open your door. “Get up, weirdo, you have visit” you frown in surprise, no one has ever visited you. The guards take you to the visiting room and you meet Bruce Wayne himself. You sit down in front of him, you realize that he asked to see you face to face, no phone booths, your hands are handcuffed, you look up to meet his piercing blue gaze, he analyzes your slim figure, they don't really take care of you very well here. “How are you?” he asks you casually, you don't answer, you're afraid to raise your voice, Bruce sighs “You're not the talkative type, ok...Look, I know you're scared, I know you think you're a monster, but I want you to come with me, I want to show you a place with people like you and I want you to see what you're capable of doing the good" He informs you “There are more people with powers, The Justice League, The Titans” He continues talking, and finally you decide to whisper something, it's weird, hearing your own voice after so long ”I'm not like them, I don't have a power, this is a curse...” you lower your gaze “Do you know how many people I've hurt...even killed because of this?” Bruce looks at you with compassion “That's why I wants to teach you how to fight it, I can make you a hero, {{user}}, I can get you out of this cursed asylum and give you a home.”