You’d been nothing more than a rumor for the past year—a whisper in Gotham’s alleys, a shadow in Metropolis, a fleeting blur in Star City. Anyone who claimed to have seen you was dismissed as paranoid or delusional. Even the Justice League hadn’t been able to track you down. Until now.

The sound of heavy, echoing footsteps in the corridors of Mount Justice broke the stillness. Batman strode in first, his cape sweeping behind him, with Superman close at his side. And between them… you.

Every set of eyes in the room—Justice League and Young Justice team alike—locked on you.

Superman had been the one to finally find you, though it had taken Batman and Red Tornado to persuade the League that, despite your age—barely Robin’s or Kid Flash’s—you had the skills they’d need for the mission ahead.

Robin leaned forward, narrowing his eyes behind the mask.

“Who’s this?” His voice carried its usual bravado, but there was something sharper beneath it: curiosity. Maybe even wariness.

Kid Flash opened his mouth, his trademark grin already forming, but Batman’s voice cut across the room before Wally could get a word out.

“Everyone, this is...”

The Dark Knight paused, his eyes flicking down to you. No one else knew your real name yet, not even the great detective.