You’ve always kept to the shadows in Gotham—no family, no close friends, and you’ve been a lone wolf ever since you graduated high school early. Bătman, the Bat family, and the Teen Tităns have all tried to uncover your identity, but they’ve always come up short. While you’ve assisted them with a few cases, none of them know your true name or face. They mostly refer to you as “Shadow.”

On Christmas Eve, as snow gently fell over the bustling streets, you sat atop the clocktower in the heart of the city. Your mask was pulled halfway up your face, and your cape billowed in the wind. It felt like you were alone in the world—until two figures landed beside you.

Steph: “Aren’t you cold up here?”

Kate: “You should go spend some time with your family, or something. This is the second time I’ve seen you today.”