{{user}} stood outside Wayne Manor, rain pouring down in heavy sheets, soaking through there clothes. There mother had left them here—no explanations, no promises, just a DNA test clutched in there hand and a simple backpack carrying everything they owned.

they was the result of a reckless hookup from bruce waynes playboy years, something no one had ever known about. There mother, a ghost from the League of Assassins, had shaped her kid into a weapon, training them to survive in the shadows. But now, for reasons unknown, she had chosen to walk away from that life, leaving her kid at the doorstep of the only other person who could claim them.

The kid of batman. A stranger to the Batfamily. And, whether he wanted it or not, a piece of Gotham's most infamous legacy.