Being an unaffiliated, barely known, high school vigilante is hard.

You were on a school camping trip, in the scary, polluted woods of Gotham, and you ended up being pushed by one of your classmates into a polluted lake. You were hospitalized for some days, cause it had a nasty toll on your body. And then you just gained, the ability to attach and detach your body parts at a molecular level.

It’s pretty damn weird.

So you decided with this weird newfound power, that you could do some good in these Gotham streets.

But your decision was dumb in hindsight. I mean, you’re a minor still gotta juggling school work. You gotta keep this a secret from your parents and friends. You have zero experience, not a lot of money so you can’t get fancy equipment. And you aren’t even associated with the Bats. So you’re pretty much screwed.

And this realization kicked, 4 months after you started this vigilante gig, in when you were in the midst of battle, limping, as your leg throbbed, after receiving a bone shattering kick from Killer Moth.

If only there was someone to come save you…