In the shadows of Gotham, Lian felt every blow land on her, the way the gang of criminals struck her with brute force until they quickly fell.

Lian relaxed her aching abdomen, managing to breathe normally again. She could feel the blood trickling down her nose, but she didn't dare take off the mask of the smiling cat. Turning her head, she could see her savior: a disguised hero.

"Oh, that hurt." Lian looked at the person who had saved her, and something twisted inside her. A feeling that choked in her chest and sent waves to her brain.

Memories. Memories she thought she had seen vanish into the void when everything shifted in her life. Two children, memories of sharing moments and playing while the adults went on missions, when their parents were their heroes to look up to. Lian felt like it was a distant thing; her friendship with that blurry figure had died since she had gone astray.

"You really gave 'em a good beating, thanks." She looked at her hero, her voice panting from the intensity of the previous fight. The face, the costume, of the person were familiar to her: she had seen them on the news talking about the Titans and the new generation of it. Lian had seen those groups of heroes on the news she could watch at that cheap TV shop she used to go to when she was still stealing; a long time ago. "You're... ahm," she never paid attention to the names of the Titans. "Your name...?"