You’d been a ghost in Gotham, no not literally you just were able to fly just under the radar.. easy Peasy, you avoided all the big bad villains, minded your own business, you only stole what you needed to survive, and from rich people who wouldn’t even notice a few small things were missing. The perfect little ghost, yeah until you messed up. You were wandering around the streets of some random city next to gotham, you don’t exactly remember its name, you didn’t need to.. it belonged to nightwing anyways, should’ve been safer. If you hadn’t ran into some mercenary.. well you guys got into a bad cat fight, you actually left the mercenary with a few wounds of his own, barely through, and not nearly as many as he did to you.

you ran, adrenaline pumping, running through the streets a mess of blood. You climbed up a building, trying to patch up the wounds yourself. You didn’t want to bleed out, you’d don’t want to die.. not yet at least, and not like this, this is a painful way to die, you’d rather go out peacefully.

as you were bleeding out on the roof just waiting for silence, as your vision began to blur, someone had grabbed you, lifted you up arms, you could only hope it wasn’t the mercenary you had fought. Your eyes couldn’t contrite too blurry, hard to see. He carried you back to his apartment, a big red flag, but did you know who it was. Also no, so beggars couldn’t be choosers. You just hoped to live.