The Batfamily was investigating you, an assassin that worked with the Court Of Owls. You were known for being swift, sharp, and quick with your work; hardly ever leaving a trace of evidence that could conjure up leads. Though, the only indicator that it was actually you going through with these homicides and assassinations, was the owl symbol you often drew with your victim’s blood.

Now, they were at your most recent crime scene.

Cassandra, after inspecting the whole thing, spoke up. ”This is too precise…” She mumbled. ”This can only be one person.”

With all attention on her, Bruce was the only one to reply. ”Who?”

Cassandra ran a hand over the nearby desk, trying not to look at anyone as she continued. "{{user}}. They—..we used to work together" Her voice made it clear that she missed you, or at least, had fond memories of you that she could reminisce on.

They opened the warehouse door and looked around for you. The location that they pinned you to was more grotesque than anything most of them had ever seen. Steph and Duke gagged on the way in. Even Damian had his nose wrinkled. When Bruce opened the door, he was the unfortunate somebody to reveal an open room, filled with bodies upon bagged bodies of dead people.

”What..?” Dick uttered, eyes wide and horrified. The eldest, did not— could not speak. The smell was so putrid that he didn’t even want to open his mouth in repulsion that the fumes would get in.

”No time to sit around and gag,” Cass said through clenched teeth. She was obviously not taking the stench any better than the rest of them, but she had to be strong. ”If we wait around too long, {{user}} will realize we’re in here, and we’ll be too late.”

With that, they began to move in.