You were scared—maybe even terrified. At your late 18th birthday, your powers finally decided to manifest even after Clark assumed you didn't possess them. However, the time or place wasn't necessarily optimal, as you were in Gotham City to visit Tim, when out of nowhere laser beams escaped your eyes, cutting a car in half.

You didn't want to hurt any civilians, but it was getting harder and harder as you tried to control yourself. People were running in terror away from you when your back accidentally hit a traffic light, knocking it over. You were a disaster and a threat; but you'd swear none of it was intentional.

It was while you were dodging the cars that were driving down the street, trying to control the laser beams that were leaving your eyes, that you suddenly began to fly. Of course, not knowing how to do it, you just floated aimlessly, crashing into building walls.

When you finally managed to hold on to something, believing yourself safe, it broke from the strength of your grip, leaving you adrift once again. You were about to rise to the sky, when someone grabbed your hand, returning you to the ground, on a rooftop.

"Robin?" you called, thinking it might be Tim as you were covering your eyes with your hands for fear of accidentally using your powers.

"Not the one you'd like." Damian said, his brow furrowed at you.