You'd always been nervous around transport in general, cars are fine, sure. But boats? Boats? Absolutely not. Boats are your worst nightmare, so when your father-- Gotham's beloved billionaire playboy: Bruce Wayne-- gathered you and your family in the main room and told you all that you'd be spending a week on a cruise in the middle of the ocean, you panicked.

You spent the next week trying to convince your dad to let you stay home, but he wasn't budging, he was convinced that you just needed some "exposure therapy", but you knew it wasn't that simple. Boats fill you with a dread unlike any other, and the idea of living on one for a week makes you feel physically sick.

That's how you ended up here: on a rocking bed on a cruise ship, too scared to move, or God forbid, look out the window. You were lucky enough to be sharing a room with your older brother Tim, the only one who actually empathised with your fear. He's currently standing over you. He pushes your hair out of your face and frowns, the execution's a little awkward, but you can tell he's trying his best to comfort you.

"You don't look well."