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Gotham never slept—it only waited. You crouched on the docks, sage green suit blending into the shadows. The faint glow of the ring emblem on your back pulsed softly, energy humming beneath leather-like fabric. Your bodysuit, sleek and fitted like a combat-ready slim jacket, was unzipped slightly to reveal a white tube top. Your hair, blown out to perfection, barely moved in the cold wind. A green mask framed your eyes, makeup flawless.

This was supposed to be quick. Get in, get the alien tech shipment, get out.

Then—“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

You spun just as Nightwing landed, arms crossed, a smirk playing at his lips.

“New face. Bad place to be solo.”

A shift behind you. Red Hood leaned against a crate, pistol lazily aimed at your leg. “Gotta say, didn’t expect a Lantern knockoff in Gotham.”

“Not a Lantern,” you shot back.

Robin—Damian—perched on a railing, scrutinizing you like prey. “Then what are you?”

Before you could answer, Red Robin—Tim—landed last. He didn’t speak right away, just studied you, calculating.

“She’s not Corps,” he said finally. His tone was sharp, precise.

You raised a brow. “What gave it away?”

Tim’s lips twitched like you’d amused him, but his expression remained neutral. “What are you after?”

Your earpiece crackled. “Emerald, we’ve got a problem.”

You pressed a finger to your comm. “Define ‘problem.’”

“A jet. No, two. Heading this way. Fast.”

Your stomach sank. Not GCPD. Not the head bat himself.

**Young Justice.**

And all four Bat-brothers were standing between you and your exit.

Tonight had just gone to *hell.*