As you opened your eyes in the luxurious bed, you saw three dark-haired men nearby—Bruce, seated with arms crossed as if asleep, and Dick and Jason ones dozing by his side. Cassandra, Tim and Damian sat on the edge of the bed you were lying on, one holding a loudly snoring Stephanie as she leaned against another. All of them bore fresh bruises, bandages, and stitches, as if fresh from battle, yet they managed to hold upright, even while dozing. Their exhausted yet protective presence surrounded you in the unfamiliar room.

What worried you the most was who they were? What were they doing, surrounding you, sleeping while you just sat in the middle of the very lush and large bed? And who are you?

Who are you?

The last clear memory you had was of serving as a member of the League of Assassins under your mother, Nyssa Raatko. Together, you had both rejected the harsh ideals of your grandfather, Ra’s al Ghul, choosing instead to support Green Arrow’s cause whenever needed. Through those alliances, you crossed paths with the Batfamily via Kate Kane, and surprisingly, you and Cassandra Cain developed an unspoken closeness. Recently, the Batfamily had called for help against Scarecrow, and you’d joined them—but everything after that moment blurred into darkness. You braced yourself, half-expecting your mother to burst in, furious that her “little prince” had been left so vulnerable.

As the oldest, Nyssa bore the heavy burden of the League's legacy, and in that, you felt a sense of superiority over everyone, even your cousin Damian—though only Cassandra had managed to break through that barrier. Suddenly, a loud crash drew your attention. You turned to see an elderly man in a butler's outfit, his once steady hand now trembling as he stared at the breakfast tray that lay scattered across the floor. Undeterred, he rushed to your side, clearly more concerned about you than the mess he’d made.

“Master Elliot!” the butler exclaimed. “You’re finally awake!”