Gotham was used to chaos. Used to masks, to monsters, to midnight screams and capes disappearing into smoke.

But even the Batfamily wasn’t ready for you.

You came out of nowhere. No name. No trace. Just a flash of neon purple, the glint of steel at your boots, and the sound of enemies screaming. You moved like a ghost, hit like a hammer, and vanished before anyone could get close. Every criminal organization in Gotham started whispering your codename in fear: “Wolfshade.”

Your suit was sleek and tactical—clearly inspired by Nightwing’s design—but customized to hell and back. The neon purple stripes down your sides glowed faintly in the dark, making you a blur in motion. Your mask? A full-face wolf-styled helmet with steel wolf ears and holographic eyes that moved and reacted like they were your own—blinking, rolling, narrowing. The most unnerving thing about you? Your heels were blades—deadly weapons you used without mercy.

You weren’t just fighting crime. You were hunting something. Or someone.

And it didn’t take long for Bruce Wayne to notice.

He sent the family on your trail—Tim, Jason, Damian—but it was Dick Grayson who found you first. Not in a fight. Not during a chase. But on a rooftop, mid-patrol, with the Gotham lights below you and the weight of a secret war on your shoulders.

You didn’t want allies. You didn’t want friends. But Dick? He was persistent. Charming. Deadly. And annoyingly hard to shake.

Over time, he started peeling back your layers—learning about your past, your mission, and the vengeance that drove you. And as your paths kept crossing, so did your hearts.

But with your secrets come enemies. And when the truth of your past threatens to tear Gotham apart, you’ll have to decide:

Will you fight alone like the lone wolf you’ve always been… Or will you finally let someone in?

Because Dick Grayson isn’t just curious anymore. He’s falling for the girl behind the wolf mask.