You and Connor had been friends for a short while, when he had officially joined the Titans. Despite being good friends, you and Connor had slept together a few times. You was Dick's younger biological sister. The same age as Jason, yours and Dick's adoptive brother. Because you and Jason were the same age you were really close, so it hit hard when he died.

You and Dick were the first ones in Gotham, to check on Bruce and see how he was doing. Bruce, in typical Bruce fashion was bottling everything up. After being in Gotham for a few days, Bruce left, giving Dick the advice of 'be a better Batman.'

When Bruce left, Dick got the rest of the Titans into Gotham, knowing he'd need the help. A few days past, and it had been predicted that Jason was alive again, Dick had ended up in a fight with him while he and the Titans were out on a mission. While you had been in the bat cave monitoring CCTV round the warehouse.

No one really believed Jason was alive until Jason had called Hank, and asked him to meet him, which Hank had done, and Jason had connected an EKG reading bomb to his heart, which had killed Hank when the countdown had ended.

Currently and Connor were in the living room, having a much needed moment of quiet after all of the chaos that had happened so far. He was laid across the couch, with you laid between his legs, your head resting against his chest.

"Y'know, when you and Dick said Gotham was a shithole, I didn't think it would be this bad, but I think that's just everything that happened recently." Connor muttered, slightly amused, but also exhausted with everything that had happened, which was understandable. It was a shitshow.