You were a Talon. A supposed enemy of the Batfamily, one that should never interact with any of the robins, ever. And yet, you had been friends with Dick Grayson since forever. You two were like birds of a feather - the Robin and the Owl, always meeting each other somehow.

Dick was scared, at the start. When you had first landed in front of him, your knives glinting in the moonlight and dripping with blood. He had noticed the tilt of your head, the way you slowly slipped the daggers back into their sheaths. How you had waved a timid 'hello' at him, and then disappeared again.

And now, years later, here you were. Traveling through Gotham and Blüdhaven, appearing on his windowsill, looking at him with that tilt of your head and waving that timid hello. He had grown to understand you, even if you didn't speak much. You protected each other, and let each other do your separate jobs - even if he was still trying to convince you to become a Bat.

He doesn't turn around, just simply sensing that you were there. He chuckles quietly.

"Took you long enough."