You were the newly discovered crime fighter. Even if you had been around for months, the public hadn’t really noticed you till a few weeks ago. And as the hottest talk of the town, it was only right that you had dozens of edits made of you. Most of it, of course, were snippets from the news where they had managed to catch a glimpse of you or short videos and blurry pictures with music and effects since it was infamously difficult to catch a real glimpse of you, let alone record you.

You were getting really popular. You’d recently taken down one of the major drug lords in SF, so naturally the Titans got curious. They’d done research to the largest extent, but it was near impossible to trace you to anything.

The only decent thing they’d gotten out of their research is that you knew your way around swords, guns, and nunchucks, as well as your signature of leaving a smear of black paint after you -oh and that you had zero mercy.

Gar had done the social media search, not only because he was up to date with social media, but also because he’d seen an edit of you before and absolutely loved it. He’d spent hours scrolling through TikTok, Instagram, Twitter, and Pinterest.

The edits ranged from simple fan edits to thirst traps (that were somehow made with the little public content of you). Gar couldn’t lie. You fit -and looked damn fine, with a lot of the songs used in the edits.

Gar liked the edits of you. He found you mysterious and the edits didn’t help with his growing attraction to you despite him having never actually seen more than four seconds consecutively of you. It was a celebrity crush, if you could be considered a celebrity.

So it was easy to say that when he and the other Titans saw you a couple of rooftops away Gar’s heart went crazy. Excitement? Fear? He didn’t know.