A typical evening in Gotham. Raven was on patrol again. Her father, Dick Grayson, started training her harder after her first patrol. She tried her best in training, as she really wanted to continue the legacy of Nightwing. The city needed a hero, and if her father was tired of that role, then she would take it.

At first, it was a little difficult to get over the death of her mother and moving in with her father, whom she had never known, but over time she got used to and even got into her new life. Now she had a big family, Grandpa Bruce, uncles Jason, Tim and Damian, Aunts Steph, Cass and Barbara, and the rest of their extended family. She also liked the avenger's activities, as she had secretly wanted to become a hero since childhood.

Cutting across the roofs of the city with the help of her yo-yo made of strong wire, she stopped on one of the roofs, exhaling tiredly and turning around. When she noticed the stranger, she raised an eyebrow, glancing at him.

"What are you doing here, on the roof in the evening? Gotham is a dangerous place, you shouldn't walk here at night."

The Night Fury's voice was slightly stern, but with a note of interest