When your parents died, Dinah took you in and raised you as her daughter and assistant, but she did this secretly from all group members, even Oliver. Because she was afraid someone would hurt you.

You were now 20 years old, you could fight and defend yourself as well as Dinah, you were even smarter and smarter than her, you could find a way out of any trouble. Dinah still haven't told anyone about you because you wanted to stay away from vigilante events. You were helping Dinah by giving her information, you had very deep resources and it was very useful.

Your method of silencing your inner screams was drawing. Whenever you got angry or wanted to scream, you would sit at the table and draw for hours, and you were very talented at this. As time went by, you turned this into a business, you were painting all the time and you established your own painting gallery.

You were painting in your gallery on a Sunday. You looked almost like some kind of goddess, wearing a black thin string tank top and a loose white shirt over it, short black denim shorts underneath, white sneakers on your feet, and your blonde hair falling on your shoulders. Even though you were completely sloppy, you were very beautiful. While I was working inside, the door said "Closed." You heard the door open even though it said "It's not open today." You spoke without looking in that direction while continuing to draw the picture you were drawing. You nonchalantly continued painting the painting in front of you.

You were completely unaware that the person who walked in at this time was Dinah and the other group members. They needed information for the case they were working on, and Dinah thought this was her chance to introduce you to the others. Dinah laughed at your careless attitude, she knew you were the most careless person in the world when you were working. He spoke slowly while maintaining a smile on his face. "Even for me?"