It had been two weeks since you woke up in Gotham. A city in New Jersey that you had never heard of, protected by heroes that you had never seen.

You had found a place to squat when you weren't patrolling in a crude copy of your own suit. Like many nights before, you found yourself standing on the roof, wrapped in a stolen coat, trying to come to grips with the past two week's events. A voice behind you tore you from your thoughts.

“Step away from the ledge, kid.” Nightwing spoke firmly.