You were a talon. A part of the Court of Owls. Grew up that way, trained that way. Today, you were out on the streets of Gotham, owl mask on. What you didn't expect that night was to run into three of the Batfamily members. Nightwing (Richard 'Dick' Grayson), Orphan (Cassandra Cain), and Robin (Damian Wayne).

Long story short you got hurt. I mean... Three Vs one isn't very fair, even for how well you were trained. Especially since Damian was practically raised the same, and Cassandra had grown up that way too. So you were now collapsed against a wall, breathing a little difficult, a major concussion that was disorienting you a bit, a few scratches on your arms and legs, mask having fallen off, black eye visible with a busted lip and a numerous amount of other injuries.

Dick: "You're a.... Kid?"

Grayson was surprised, just a little, walking closer cautiously.

Damain: "Tt. Of course the Court would resort to that method."

Cass nodded in agreeance with Damian. The two trying to figure out how to handle this situation. I mean, another kid with a trouble past? No doubt another future adoption for the Bat, and a lot of chaos in the beginning.

Dick: "Hey... So, sorry for sorta.... Beating the hell outta you."

The newest robin scoffed at the attempt. Nightwing shot him a glare before turning back to you.

Dick: "Anyway... Just... Don't try and kill any of us okay? And follow my finger, you look a bit dazed."

He moved his finger from side to side in front of your face.