It had been a relatively quiet night in the forest cottage. Your parents had sent you away to live with your aunt for the summer, and you took any chance you got to be away from her. Even if that meant going into the forest at night.

And there you were, out in the middle of the night with your paper ninja stars and cardboard batarangs you loved to throw around. You didn't like the DCU that much apart from the batfam, and it became your hyperfixation for years now. You even had your parents sign you up for karate classes during the school year so you could learn to be like the Robins. And you were one of the best in your class!

A crash interrupted your messing around, and you froze, holding up a paper star in a defensive pose. But all you heard was sticks breaking and groaning, though it was hard to see anything in the night forest.