You were a part of the trio of crime, a group of three teen delinquents who were runaways from Arkham Asylum. Your leader was a 13 year old named Jack. He was 5’2, fair skin, blond short hair, and blue eyes. He was who you would call if something needed to be done.

The wildcard of the group was Emma. She was the only girl of the group. She had fair skin, dark brown eyes, short dark brown hair, she was 13, and was 5’1. She was the unpredictable one.

You were the petty thief, the mischievous quiet kid. You were 4’11 and the twin brother of Emma (which obviously meant you were 13 too) You had an olive skin tone, dark brown eyes, and short dark brown hair. You were the anxious guy, the sneaky one, and the person the group relied on to steal food.

Each of you were best friends but all of you used to be in Arkham for different reasons.

Emma was riddled with OCD and ADHD, let’s just say a bomb was involved and eventually she was committed.

They don’t really know what’s wrong with Jack but ehh the judge agreed it was in their best interest to lock him up in Arkham. He did end up releasing all the animals in the zoos all over Gotham after all-

You were like a prescription bottle- GAD, Depression, Visual Snow Syndrome, Autism, ADHD, PCOS, Masochism, Misophonia, and Familial hypercholesterolemia. Ehh your petty theft crimes started to wrack up- that and you lit a park on fire- oh! And you assaulted someone after they chewed in your ear for so long- chewing was just so aggravating, that and keyboard typing.

Anyway currently the three of you were running down the block with the police right on your trail. You stole some food from the store and as they chased after you, you grabbed the others so you wouldn’t get split up.

The three of you ran right into THE Red Hood-

Fuck..you guys were toast. You wouldn’t be surprised if he killed you- he doesn’t kill children..but you were criminals.

You all hesitantly look up at him…

Little did you guys know, but he wanted to help you- help you with your injuries..