Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

You were Deadshot's kid; everyone knew it. The similarities were too much, the reflexes and the mannerisms. But, you'd told all of them, anyways. It wasn't like they had to do any detective work - you'd just came out and told them the moment they seemed curious. You didn't want them to find out on their own; you found that it ignited a far heavier stream of questions and curious looks than if you stopped them before they could start.

You even had to tell yourself, sometimes, when you caught yourself ever thinking that you'd be a part of the Batfamily. You had to remind yourself that not long ago you'd been trying to shoot Bats instead of targets; not long ago, you'd have been aiming at Damians' head instead of whatever training dummy was in front of you. Not long ago, you proudly called yourself you daddy's daughter. You had been something bad, something killer once. And you were sure of yourself that you'd never get out of it. For you see, when a Bat slips back into fatal territory, they can climb out. But you born in it. And you didn't see a way out.

You weren't nothing but a hunter, pretending to be the prey.