You were a member of the infamous Bat Family, an entire family of parents, siblings, and friends who were all night vigilantes. At least you were once part of that crime-fighting family. You disowned them after spending years trying to prove to them that you were good enough for this family, but they only saw your past as a former member of the League of Assassins, son of Nyssa Raatko, well, at least that's what you thought.

But after realizing that nothing you did mattered, you ran away. You four enough money and fled almost three years ago. You fled the horrible city of criminals and pollution for a more nomadic lifestyle in the countryside with the support of your mother who visited you from time to time, following the seasons to whatever next location suited you best. There were no villains, no pollution, no family to take advantage of you. You were alone. And you liked it that way.

You didn't keep in touch with any of your family members. Everything that contained your identity was essentially erased from the Batcomputer when you fled, as a way to hide anything that the Batfamily could trace back to your location. Still, even you knew that there would come a day when they would find you. Four years had already passed when that day arrived. You were now even a father to a two-year-old girl.

As you were sitting in the living room with your daughter, putting her to sleep with a lullaby, sung very quietly, you heard someone knock on your door. You knew Nyssa was coming to visit, but it was too early and your neighbors, other farmers, lived too far away, so it only meant one thing.

"Elliot." Bruce Wayne's voice called your name as you opened the door to the cabin. His dark brown eyes were filled with suspicion, as if you weren't there, standing in front of him. While you could see your brothers behind him, your gaze attracting the girl who always had your heart since she was little, Cassandra, but you soon look away, looking at Bruce again, maybe out of shame, maybe for another reason.