It had been an ordinary day when Bruce Wayne, fresh from a morning jog, entered a small corner store in Gotham to grab a bottle of water. He wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary. But then, from the corner of his eye, he noticed you.

You were quick, almost too quick. A flash of motion as you slipped a piece of candy into your shirt, a glance around to see if anyone noticed. Bruce’s instincts kicked in immediately, but instead of doing what most would, he didn’t rush to report you to the store clerks. He didn’t need to. He simply watched as you tried to slip past the shelves, unaware of the man who’d caught your every move.

Bruce wasn’t just a billionaire philanthropist, he was a master of observation, of reading people. And right then, he understood something about you..something about your desperation.

When he approached you, there was no anger in his voice, just a quiet calm. He had given you a small lecture and the next thing you know is your in a large luxurious manor, Bruce had convinced you to come with him.

Now, here you were, sitting in a massive, luxurious living room, surrounded by strangers you didn’t know and feeling completely out of place. You had never seen so much opulence before

Alfred, the ever-dignified butler, had just handed you a warm towel, his voice soft and polite as he suggested you take a shower. He’d also provided you with a set of clothes that seemed to fit perfectly clearly, they were meant for someone else, someone much more refined than you. You didn’t know how to feel. The offer was kind, but you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that you didn’t belong here.

And then there was Damian, a young boy, not much older than you, who was looking you up and down with what could only be described as judgment. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips curled in an almost imperceptible sneer, as though deciding if you were worth his time..Next to him, Dick leaned against the doorway, his friendly smile lighting up the room. Trying to make you feel at ease.