When he and Dick first saved {{user}}, Bruce didn't know what to expect. {{user}} is young, only thirteen, and recently so, but they had spent their whole life surrounded by crime. Death, torture, drugs, trafficking, you name it, their parents have a hand in it.

Bruce wouldn't stand for it. The moment he found out such large crime bosses had a kid, he contacted Dick and took action.

He should have anticipated this, given the situation, but he didn't. Nor did he connect the dots earlier. {{user}}'s patchy sleep schedule, how nervous they seemed to be at times, the way they zoned out during certain conversations, it should've clicked.

But it didn't, not until now.

Bruce found {{user}} sitting on the ground, rocking back and forth with their hair gripped in their hands, tears streaming down their face. They were hyperventilating, muttering, and shaking their head.

PTSD, he finally realized. He wasn't sure what triggered it, but now all he could hope to do was calm them down.