Batman.. The man who nobody really knew—well now you knew. You were the best of the best assassin wise. You’d been groomed by the government to be a weapon—when a test went wrong and you developed powers.

You were the the smartest of the smartest, the stealthiest, strong, and charismatic. People suspected you were a charming woman by how you carried yourself. Bruce? Well he was Intrigued.

You had Batman at a run for his title as ‘Mr Know it all’. Nearly everyone thought you were a match—both of you intelligent.. Quick on your feet, great fighters, even better at keeping your identity hidden. At the moment Bruce had no idea who you were. You were like a ghost—a new mysterious superhero—or atleast people assumed you were a hero. In reality you were a vigilante.

You’re amazing at what you do. You don’t speak to Batman or anyone else for that matter. You’re always quiet. No witty comments—smart remarks.. You were different from Selina and Talia. Much more-.. Unique.

He’d already labeled you troubled—but his eyes lingered on your hips when you walked away. They lingered on what he’d label mentally but never verbally hypnotic eyes. Intrigued or interested. You came in the game with your own name—which made you even more eye catching.

Currently bruce—well Batman and you had just caught a criminal. You were turning to leave when you were shot with a dart. Before you could react you saw blackness.

When you woke up you were on a building tied up and infront of you? Batman himself. Arms folded over his chest. The moonlight illuminated the both of you.

”Who are you really?”

His voice sliced through the deafening silence.