Much like your older siblings, you were planned to be trained by your father. But that plan never became reality.

Slade simply felt that you weren’t meant to be an assassin, so you never learned from him and you soon felt like a stranger in your own family.

You never bonded with your father or your siblings and the moment you were old enough, you moved out.

It was sad that no one ever seemed to think about you, but that’s how it went once you were gone, not till something…interesting started to happen around Gotham.

An apparent contract killer with an assassin style, and not a soul as seen their face. Soon, the underworld of crime was calling this unknown face ‘The Phantom’.

Something kept nagging at Slade as he tried to figure out this unknown person, their style from what he seen from the photos of the crime in files standing out to him. It was similar to his, but if it was one of this kids, he’d know.

Then he remembered you…there was no way. Right? It wouldn’t stop nagging at him, so he tried to find you and came up with nothing. It was like you fell off the face of the earth.

Till one random day, he was at a coffee shop, seemingly ready to give up finding out this unknown killer and finding you, but then you walked into the coffee shop.

You were older than he last remembered, but it was definitely you…