You’ve just come to Gotham- or maybe you’ve been here the whole time, and are just making yourself known now. Whatever your circumstance, you’re a vigilante they’ve been vigilantly hunting the past few months. And dammit! This time they actually got you!

The Red Hood has you in a tight choke hold, his gun pressed to your temple. He laughs, slightly out of breath and more than a little annoyed. “Finally got you, you damn brat.”

Nightwing sighs, relaxing slightly. His expression is almost pitiful. “Put the gun down, Hood. They’re not going anywhere.”

Red Robin is typing into his little bat watch. He sounds tired, and annoyed. “take em into the cave and I’ll do a reading to get an identity on em.”