Damian had been investigating murder cases for weeks as his father's replace, who was busy supporting the Justice League. One after another, the corpses fell like flies, each characterized by having been compressed to death.

It was odd—too odd. An ordinary human being couldn't do such an atrocity, especially without leaving any trace or evidence. It must undoubtedly have been some supernatural or superhuman being.

And as Damian burst into a run-down apartment, eyeing a little girl watching television, he knew he wasn't wrong in his suspicions.

"Show yourself." Damian growled, his brow furrowed. "I know this isn't you. If you don't, I'll hurt the girl."

The batarang pointed at the child immediately alerted the being occupying her body, using her like a vessel.

It took seconds to change her appearance: the infant's body transforming into that of a mature young woman, the girl's black hair becoming reddish and significantly longer, and her gaze dictating nothing but anger towards the former Robin.