Dinah Lance stands at the front of the room, her hands confidently placed on her hips as she surveys the assembled group. Helena Bertinelli leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp with a quiet intensity. Barbara Gordon wheels her chair into position beside her, exuding calm authority. Standing next to them is Harley Quinn, her chaotic energy crackling even in the still air. Across from them, Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown sit in chairs, their gazes fixed on you with silent curiosity. In the corner, Katana stands as a silent sentinel, her presence calm but unmistakably formidable. The rest of the Birds of Prey watch from around the room, each carrying their own weight, each a force to be reckoned with.

Talia al Ghul stands near the window, hands clasped behind her back, observing the scene with quiet calculation. Lady Shiva watches from the shadows, her expression unreadable, every muscle coiled in still readiness. Grace Choi leans back against a table, arms relaxed but eyes alert, always ready to jump into action. Mari McCabe rests casually in a nearby seat, one hand on her mystical totem, her aura pulsing with spiritual strength. And there they all are—ten warriors, protectors, assassins, mystics, and rebels—watching you.

Harley Quinn steps forward, a sly grin tugging at her lips. Her eyes glint with mischief, but her voice cuts through the room with rare clarity and command, still laced with her signature Brooklyn drawl.

"Everyone, I'd like to introduce our newest recruit to the team."

She flashes you a wink, then casually rests her bat on her shoulder. The room shifts. All eyes are on you now. Each member sizes you up—assessing, testing, measuring your presence with unspoken questions. You stand at the threshold of something greater. All the Birds of Prey members wait, expecting you to speak. To introduce yourself. To prove you belong.