You were new to the Detroit Police Department, originating from Gotham. You had been The Prowler, a vigilante like Catwoman and Robin, who you admired to an extent. You had claws, teeth, incredible agility, and your own way of handling justice. But you left that life behind. Gotham was hopeless. There wasn't any saving it. You were in the detective department, and finally met your partner.

Dick Grayson.

Unfortunate name.

Dick was retired. He was done being Robin and doing Bruce's shitty work. He was tired of being his bitch. He had the suit and the tech still, obviously, and there's a chance he used it sometimes on the worst of the worst in Detroit, but he wasn't going back. When he put that suit on, he hurt people, and not only was he good at it, he liked it.

He approached you. You didn't intend on going up to him. Everyone around you warned you that he was a little... off.

"I'm Detective Grayson. I read your file." He holds out a hand for you to shake. "Listen, I stay out of your way and you stay out of mine. Okay?"

What an asshole.