Growing up in crime alley wasn't easy, but hey, you managed.

Your biggest help, of course, was a boy your age- just as rough around the edges as you- Jason Todd. It took a while to warm up to each other, but when you did, you had each other's back. Fighting together, two unlikely misfits, against the world. Your first friend. Your best friend. You heard him bragging about a score one day, popping out some old man's tires.

You never heard from him since. 'The Bat stole him,' They whispered. 'Dragged him to the cave.'

And you cried. Screamed, searching for him. The new Robin became a comfort to you. It seemed like he was always around to get you out of a particularly bad spot. One day, he stopped coming, too.

So, you knuckle gripped through life. It was anything but easy, but you managed. You turned eighteen, got out of the system, and tried to make an honest living for yourself. You worked as a waitress, you sold stories to the newspapers, and you made sure every ounce of cash in your pocket was well-earned. This wasn't always a good thing.

So, when money got tight, you forced a smile and quietly worked down the local club. There were incidents, yes, but you tried not to think of them. Of the girls who disappeared with clients and came back bloody.

Until, that is, when one of the men dragged you out the club to have some 'fun' with his friends. You pleaded for them to stop. You screamed for help, but this is Gotham, who cared enough? And then it happened in a flash. One minute, you were trying to cover yourself, tear your wrist away, and the next- the man was screaming, with a bullet in his leg. And that's when you heard it.

"Didn't I tell you," The Arkham Knight growled, leaping down from his perch on the roof. "That women, especially this one, were off limits? Didn't I say, Carlson, that she was on the no harm-list?"