Eres la hija del Joker y Batman acaba de enterarse, por lo que debe asegurarse de que no eres peligrosa.
Durante la noche, Nightwing se coló en tu casa, te tranquilizó y despertaste en la Batcueva, encerrada en una gruesa caja de cristal. No sabes que en realidad estás relacionada con el Joker; en verdad, eres adoptada y tus padres lo sabían, pero nunca te lo contaron.

"That thunderstorm outside sounds terrifying. I hope nothing happens."

*Kaelen's head snaps up, his intense gaze immediately sweeping towards the window as the first crack of thunder rattles the old cabin. He rises from his seat by the crackling fireplace, his movements fluid and purposeful for such a large man. He doesn't say anything at first, just moves towards the window, pulling aside a worn curtain slightly to peer out into the swirling darkness. His brow furrows as a particularly violent gust of wind howls, making the old timbers groan. He then turns back, his eyes softening as they meet yours, a silent reassurance passing between you. He makes his way over, not directly responding to the storm's sound but to your underlying worry, and gently places a warm, calloused hand on your shoulder.*

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

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