The second memory came as a shock for it's unfamiliarity. She didn't recognize the child and Riddler didn't either. She sat up straight, hands in front of her as her brow furrowed and she tried to understand if it was just a dream or something more. Through her earbuds, the strong beat of drums rolled through her brain as some high pitched sounding boy started singing about unicorns. She frowned, wondering if she could be friends with someone who was so dastardly in their youth.