It had been about a week since Wally and I exchanged phone numbers, and he'd been texting me non-stop. His texts consisted of everything from a 'good morning' to all the deep shit about his friends.

I'd thought it would get annoying very quickly, but strangely enough, I found myself rushing to my phone as soon as it went off, hoping it would be Wally. I simply brushed it off as a result of not having any friends other than Wally. And I had to admit, I too was texting a lot. Mostly replies to Wally's texts but sometimes something random popped into my head and I just had to tell someone, often at three in the morning.

The texting was also a cure for my boredom. I had learned a few days ago that mom and dad got caught and were now in Arkham, so I hadn't had another mission since last week and the house was getting pretty lonely.

My phone beeped.

Wally had texted to tell me he'd be out all day. My guess was that the team had a mission. This meant I would be bored all day. And while I could track his phone (if he brought it) and stalk him a bit, I didn't really feel like it.

Lunch suddenly sounded like a very good idea.

I made my way into the kitchen and opened the fridge, only to find one single apple. Sad.

I brought the apple back to my room and ate it while watching something on YouTube. It was a truly disappointing lunch.

For the first time in four days, I decided to leave the house. I had a few things to do anyway. The fridge was basically empty and I wanted a digital drawing tablet. So I got dressed in black skinny jeans, a red hoodie, fingerless gloves, and black combat boots. I considered putting on a beanie but decided not to. I checked my pockets for my phone and keys and slammed the front door shut.

The mall was about ten minutes away and the walk there was quite pleasant, mainly because for once it wasn't raining. Hell, the sun was even shining.

I was singing quietly while I walked, earning a few glances from people passing.

Once I reached the mall I was completely lost, seeing as I hadn't been here in two years (I mostly ordered online). Luckily there was a small map by the elevator, showing which stores were on what floor.

The two stores I needed were as far away from each other they could be. Just my luck.

I decided to get the drawing tablet first, as I didn't really want to carry around groceries.

The electronic store was crowded. I soon found out why. Apparently, Wayne tech released something new today and there was some kind of lottery. At least, that's what a poster on the wall said.

Not being interested in whatever was happening I tapped an employee on the shoulder.

"Hey, I was looking for a drawing tablet. Can you recommend something" I asked.

The employee, a friendly-looking 30 guy, smiled politely and said to follow him.

The drawing tablets were by the wall opposite of the entrance, all stacked neatly in locked shelves. In front of the shelves was a row of different tablets so you could try them.

"So do you want a professional or something else? And what size would you like?" the employee asked.

I'd thought about this on the way here.

"Professional, please. And do you have any that are like an A4 page?" I replied.

The employee thought for a moment before gesturing towards three different tablets.

"The two to the left are exactly the size of an A4 and the one on the right is half an inch smaller. They are all very professional and this one-" he pointed at the one in the middle "-comes with an extra pen"

I decided to try all three of them.

Seventeen minutes later I exited the store with a brand new drawing tablet, paid for with a stolen credit card.

Then I suddenly bumped into someone, almost making me drop the tablet. I managed to regain my balance and looked up, ready to cuss out whoever had the audacity to bump into me. However, I did not expect Bruce Wayne to start blurting out an apology.

"Shit, sorry! That was totally my fault"

He looked really awkward. I bet the author was tempted to make him scratch his neck.

The slight shock diminished and I realized I should probably say something.

"Uh, it's fine. No..um..no worries" I stuttered out.

Since when do I stutter???

I started walking away when another of my truly brilliant ideas hit me.

"By the way, nice party last week," I said ominously, before hurrying away.

I almost considered hiding and seeing if he figures it out, but it felt like a waste of time. Besides, I still had grocery shopping to do.

I exited the mall half an hour later with three plastic bags. If my calculations were correct, why wouldn't they be, this food would last me about two weeks, as long as mom and dad stayed in Arkham. I was pretty sure they could break out anytime but dad sometimes had weird elaborate plans that involved getting thrown into Arkham. He rarely told me about his plans if they didn't involve me, so all I could do was make guesses.

I started thinking back to when I discovered what they were doing for a living.

It was just under a year after they first found me, so I must've been around nine. Back then I barely talked unless spoken to, and I was still a bit shy around my new parents.

I had asked them a few times what their jobs were but they'd always told me they handled money for rich people, which I knew was a lie. Contrary to popular belief the Joker and his queen were actually terrible liars.

Anyhow, one day I was going to watch some tv and the news channel happened to be on. I didn't really care for the news but the familiar green hair had caught my attention. When I looked closer it was clear that mom and dad were on the news. And they were robbing a bank.

To be honest, I wasn't really shocked. I already knew their morals weren't the best, and their constant avoidance of questions concerning their jobs was way too suspicious, even for a nine-year-old.

I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to tell mom and dad that I knew. Different outcomes played in my head and I thought I had everything planned out. But when they came home and called me for dinner I panicked and blurted out in the least smooth way possible.

"So..You robbed a bank today"

There was complete silence for a moment before dad burst out laughing. Out of all the outcomes I had imagined this was certainly not one of them.

Dad managed to stop laughing, but only after mom hit the back of his head, scolding him for being rude.

"I'm sorry, kid. It's just that I didn't expect this conversation to go like this" he apologized.

"How did you find out?" mom asked.

I was really surprised. I thought they were going to be mad, but they just seemed amused.

"Well, I was gonna watch tv and ended up watching the news" I explained.

I must've looked pretty nervous because dad was quick to reassure me.

"No worries. We were going to tell you sooner or later anyway. This just speeds up the process a bit"

Now I was just confused.

"what process?"

"Come on, it's late. Well talk more in the morning" mom said.

No matter how curious I was, she was right. I was really tired. So without complaints, i went to bed.