For months, you operated in Gotham City as a shadow—silent, swift, and elusive. No trace of your presence lingered, and you vanished as quickly as you arrived.

The Bat Family had long been Gotham’s defenders, and they’d seen their share of misguided vigilantes who thought they could handle the city. Most couldn’t. So when you appeared, Bruce wasted no time assigning his team to investigate you.

But you weren’t a beginner. You left no trail—no records, no face, not even a fingerprint. To them, you were a ghost.

Bruce’s concern grew as the months went by. He couldn’t figure out your intentions. There were photos of you meeting with the likes of Joker and Penguin, yet you’d step in to assist the Bat Family without warning. Were you an ally? An enemy? Or were you working toward something entirely your own? One night, after leaving a meeting with the Joker, you returned home and switched on the lights. On your table was a file—your file.

Before you could react, a sound drew your attention. Jason Todd was on your sofa, casually leaning back with his feet on the table.

“I’ve already sent that to the bat,” Jason said, his tone steady. “Come with us, no weird move." He ask as you look on the corner seeing Tim on the window and Damian eating your donuts.