As a young vigilante, you had faced off against many a' supervillain, even in your age. One of your more common foes being the Royal Flush Gang, an ACTUAL family donning a playing card themed attire and aesthetic to become a crime family.

You're on patrol, watching from the rooftops before you feel a presence behind you. It was Ten, the youngest of the Royal Flush Gang. She was alone, holding her hands up.

Easy there, hero. I didn't come for a fight... I came to... Talk, I guess you could call it.