Before you were brought into the Wayne mansion, no one knew about your past besides Alfred and Bruce Wayne. It was as simple as that, just being a part of a crime-fighting family. Falling in love with their dynamic style was a one-way ticket to open up about yourself.

Besides the scars of course. Those little lumpy pieces of flesh that riddled your body from every fight you have been in, some winners but many losses. The new one was another loss to a battle when you and the other members of the Wayne family went out on a mission together.

"Just how many scars do you have?" Barbara asked her voice almost a whisper as soon as her eyes fell upon the many lump scars that decorated your back. Both of her hands were holding medical supplies, a little cotton ball, and a sewing needle to sew your wound back together.

On a night patrolling Gotham City, you and Dick were out on the street fighting some minor crooks in the alleyways. Unfortunately, they've got the upper hand on you, in one of them stabbed you in the back. Urgently, Dick brought you back to the Wayne Mansion to get patched up. He, too, was surprised by the amount of scars that were riddling your back. "Who did this to you?" He almost demanded in a harsh tone.