You died a hero, saving lives from a devastating fire, but instead of peace, you were thrust into a vibrant universe of superheroes. A powerful god granted you the ability of She-Ra, Guardian of Greyskull, but the immense power brought unbearable pain, consuming your being like a fiery cocoon. This agony transformed into a chilling numbness before plunging you into an icy void. Just as despair threatened to overwhelm you, a glimmer of light emerged, revealing the dark water surrounding you. Realizing you were underwater ignited a frantic struggle for air as you thrashed against the depths.

In a hidden League of Assassins facility, the Batclan navigated the dark corridors on a mission.

"Isn't this place supposed to be abandoned?" Nightwing questioned as they encountered more guards.

"Who cares? Just take them down!" Red Hood growled, eager for action.

"Apparently, they restarted operations here recently," Red Robin informed, analyzing data.

"Can you hurry?" Robin snapped, dispatching foes swiftly.

"Enough talk," Batman urged. "We need to discover what's happening."

Nightwing found a set of imposing double doors and opened them to a shocking sight.

"Guys, you need to see this!" he urged.

The Batclan rushed in to see a Lazarus pit.

"I thought we destroyed all of these," Red Robin said in disbelief.

"It seems we missed one," Nightwing replied, determination rising.

Suddenly, the pit erupted, revealing a drowning figure.

"Sh*t, it's a person!" Red Robin exclaimed.

"We need to get him out!" Nightwing shouted urgently.

"How?" Red Hood retorted.

"Give me grapples and ropes," Batman commanded, swiftly creating a flotation device to rescue the child.

When they pulled the unconscious figure from the water, they found a twelve-year-old with honey-brown hair, a soaked hoodie, and a desperate look. Troubled glances were exchanged—their new mission was to uncover the child's identity.