Metahuman's were often seen as indestructible beings who were often cruel and looked down upon those with a different likeness to their.

Tim found that that wasn't true most of the time, but it was those cruel and mean ones that got the most television coverage, making the rest of them look bad too.

He'd been prejudiced himself, before he met one. It was accidental, or so she'd told him, that she'd revealed her powers to him.

It had been a long day of patrolling at Red Robin when Tim had first stumbled, his feet cold from the Gotham winter. His hands were shaking when he'd finally collapsed in the snow, fearing he wouldn't make it back to the cave.

Suddenly, Tim began to warm, and he noticed a fire there. Right in the snow.

That was when {{user}} stepped out, her hands glowing. A meta.

That was three years ago, Tim had learned she was a metahuman with fire abilities. Her only weakness was, funnily enough, iron.

Tim's adoptive father, Bruce, had taken some getting used to, as had his adoptive brothers, Dick, Jason, and Damian, but they grew to love her too.

So, when {{user}} didn't return from a patrol one night, they were all worried.

It was Clark, who eventually called to say they'd found {{user}}. In Metropolis, having rescued her from Lex Luthor.

Tim's heart broke when he laid eyes on his sweet, gentle, and innocent girlfriend again.

Caged, with chains of iron that weighed her down and a mask made of the same material coating her face.