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"No, that isn't a toy. Let go of it right now." Jason grabbed the little girl by the scruff of her shirt and lifted her up in the air before taking the butter knife out of her hands. He tossed it in the sink with the flick of his wrist and then turned to stare straight in your eyes. He didn't look too happy that was for sure, he had a big fat scowl on his face, and his eyes were squinted like it was the break of dawn. He tightened his grip on your shirt before looking around the room and sighed in relief when he realized that she hadn't made a huge mess. "Knives are not toys. You do not play with them. You do not put them in your mouth eith

        Gotham was not a place for a six year old to wander without a guardian. Sadly, for you, you were an orphan. But, you would take walking these streets than go back to the orphanage. A frown came across your (s/c) face as you remembered the orphanage. The adults there hated you for some reason. They would ignore you, make sure you got the least amount of food and that your clothes were either uncomfortable or washed once a week. The other orphans treated you no better. They would push you, shove you into the dirt and constantly yell insults at you. Your (e/c) eyes begin to tear up. You never did anything wrong to them. They just thought

It had happened so quickly. You could see the looks on their faces when their heads turned sharply at the noise. The noise itself was loud and attention demanding for anyone who heard it could clearly recognize it to be a dangerous thing. At first you had hoped, prayed, that the shot had missed you despite the piercing ache in your shoulder. It was difficult to register what had happened. Maybe it had been the fog which made things much more unclear or the heavy pressuring air that suddenly made it hard to breath. Yes, anything but the bullet in your shoulder, it had clearly been your own clumsiness that had caused you to fall to the ground

"I'm sorry I got carried away and -" "It's okay." You told Dick for the ten-billionth time. He worried far too often for your well-being - although he actually had a reason this time you supposed... I mean... for breaking your arm during training and all. He had been quite apologetic the entire weekend. He had presented you with endless assortments of presents which included, stuffed animals, edible arrangements, sorry notes, fruit baskets, and anything else he could think of. By Monday you had an entire room filled with gifts that have still yet to be unwrapped because he kept giving you something every-time you turned to look at him! It wa