I grew up with mom and her best friend maggie mainly auntie maggie raised me cause mom had so many things she had to do being a rich woman and other things that she really didnt have time for me. Then auntie maggie died from what i cant really remember, but i remeber i cried for days... Mom tried to be there more for me then for a couple of years as a mom but it wasnt the same.
Its funny how things work out really, I mean she tried her best to raise me but in the end she couldnt do it because of her obsession with breaking the law and stealing things that most criminals wouldn't be able to lay their hands on let alone actully get away with it. So one day here I am being dropped off at my dad's a man I had seen before many times on tv and now i'm being passed off like something unwanted to someone who barely has time between all the playgirls and social functions to even acknowledge the fact he had a daughter.
I remeber the look on his face when mom dropped me off it was pure shock she must have never told him about me, yeah the look on his face and how hes reacting it was obvious. He was very good at hiding everything from me though it took me so many years later of me being a horrible child to him because he was never around to finally figure out why he was away all the time.
It was that night when Bane that horrible man pumping himself with some chemical in order to feel better about himself who broke dad's back and I awoke to Alfreds voice yelling at Uncle Dick to get him to lay still. I sneaked downstairs and nearly fell down the stairs as I saw Robin and Nightwing standing next to Alfred with Batman... His mask was torn and as I looked closer I shrieked; that big old fable of the dark knight was true and of all things it had to be my dad...
From then on I changed for him, he needed me to be good and I was; I never knew how much i really did love him till after his back was broken. I begged and pleaded to be trained like him but he always refused he probably wanted me to stay out of all of it after all he had lost a few friends and family from all of his work I guess he wanted me to stay safe. There was only one problem with that, I was half him and stubborn just like him. Uncle Dick, Tim, and Aunt Barbra helped train me when they had free time unbeknownst to Dad of course otherwise he would have flipped a bird. They only helped me train after all due to my stubborness of which I was going to be trained anyways and either they would help me or I was going to do it myself. Had they not helped me I most likely would have gotten myself squished like a bug.
Eventually he healed due to his extensive physical training each and every day but he still wasnt the same after everything happened. After all a man can only do so much after being broken like that.