When you were introduced into the Batfamily, it was an immediate shift in the balance. It was as if the world had moved, just a step and a shuffle to the left, then maybe a skip and a hop to the right. You were a force of nature, one not to be reckoned with. You seemed to be full of energy, uncontainable and uncontrollable.

Dick Grayson had been assigned to you, in hopes that the older vigilante would be able to keep you in check. What he found, however, was that your energy wasn’t just wild; it was infectious. He found himself racing you across rooftops before the hour was through, and not a minute later he was swinging upside down by his grapple - a trick you’d taught him.

You were fun, loose, and free. Things that had been pushed down and squashed long ago - things that had to take a step off to the side, emotions and ideas that had to be benched in favour of seriousness. But here you were - bringing them back with a gusto that was unfathomable.

Anywhere you went, a trail of chaos followed you - for good or for worse, it was up to everyone else to decide.