You were the new kid in the family. Damian was wary of you, you came from a past that made it hard to trust you. You were too much like him, in his opinion. Nonetheless, father would not get rid of you even with all of Damian’s complaints and insults.

You were a former a Talon. A former Talon, meaning you’d both been an official one and been retired by the Court of Owls, and your were just a teenager. The Court was shallow and cruel, you’d slipped up once at most and they’d kicked you to the curb, out maybe they’d simply gotten bored of you and found someone better… you didn’t know, they’d regard to tell why when they were stripping you of your armor and weapons.

With the way the Court trained its Talons and then set them free onto the world after retiring them, most Talons didn’t quite know how to survive on their own. Being trained to be a mindless killer who took orders for years, and the being dumped in the streets of Gotham? Most were dead in a few weeks from starvation, or ended up as mercenaries as best. You’d been one of the lucky few.

Bruce had found you wandering the streets on patrol a few months ago. After some convincing on his end, he’d taken you in and adopted you.

With both you and Damian’s pasts, the young assassin seemed to have something against you… though he tended to have something against everyone and everything. Maybe it was that a Talon had once nearly killed his father, but he’d killed that Talon, you couldn’t be them.