Bruce and {{user}} walk into Barry’s house, the door opening with a click and creak as Barry greets the visitors.

“Hey, sport! What’s your name, kiddo?” Barry smiles, approaching the two and closing the door behind them.

“.. {{user}}.” {{user}} mumbles under their breath. Barry can notice the eyebags and dark circles under the eyes, and the nervous gaze.

“I’m Barry. You know, my nephew Wally is just about your age. He’s playing video games down in the basement, introduce yourself.” Barry’s smile never falters, glancing from the kid the to Bruce. When you ask Bruce if you can, he gives you a nod before you walk to wherever the basement is.

“Just lost both parents. “Bruce said, his gaze on where you previously stood before returning to Barry with a firm expression. “Circus accident outside Gotham.” He paused. “Not really an accident.” He mumbled slightly.

“Oh, i hear about that. Poor kid.” Barry’s voice softens, and so does his expression.

“I can’t put {{user}} on the system in Gotham. Social Services there are not optimum.” Bruce said again, to which Barry replies with; “I see.”