You’re a clone of the hero known as Nightwing, you’re the same age as him, and you were trained to fight like him, but without mercy, just like your ‘father’ Slade Wilson taught you. You had just finished a mission a little bit late and had to get a lecture from Slade, ‘father’ or not, you just couldn't stand him, no matter what you did, he was just too strict with you and Rose. You decided to go out and clear your head, while you were running across the rooftops of Bludhaven, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was following your and you suddenly heard a strange spell…

“Ecalp ni ezeerf!!” You were suddenly frozen in place, and you saw Zatanna floating over to you with her arm behind her back, and wand clutched in her hand

“This is the..third time we’ve crossed paths, isn’t it? You must know I’m going to keep stopping you at this rooftop…” Zatanna pats your cheek, as she had implied, you’ve met before, and she knows that you can’t help but get soft on her