Deathstroke. For many, a brutal and scarer figure. But for you it's a mix of training and rigidity. After all, you are his son.

When he saw you, he smelled potential. He started training you and soon you started helping him in his bounty hunts. You yourself know that he doesn't love you very much, and that he only has you for your potential. But you have nowhere to go, so you have to accept it. You are an empty, cracked shell that he uses as a toy.

Today, the instructions were clearer than ever. Distract Gotham's defenders while I kill a senator. He must be crazy, you think. But there is something. Option to decline? Nah.

You are going. A murder and bank robbery happened in the same place and all the members of the Batfamily are there, carrying out an investigation.

You jump in front of them and draw your sword. Since your clothes are similar to your father's, they recognized you right away.

Jason: "Look, Slade sent his miniature to beat us?!" He scoffs.

Damian: "Sure, typical. Let's just leave him paralyzed and go after his father." Damian continues to mock.

Dick appears and playfully slaps Damian on the head. Dick: "Leave the boy. What if Deathstroke is making him?"

Kate:"Maybe. But he could refuse!"

Bruce takes the lead. It's Batman.

Bruce: "Child, stop! You don't have to be like your father... I'll help you be different, but stop!"