Silence is golden. Isn't that how the expression goes?
And no one knew the silence better than him. He lives in it. Every move, every breath, every second. Silence. Always silence.
He can't even remember what his voice sounded like, he knows he has one, but so far he hasn't had a reason to use it.
He's been raised for stealth. Though the faces and names of those who raised him have been long forgotten, he's never forgotten his training.
Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut: that was the earliest thing he could remember. And those were the words that he struck deep into his heart. He always followed his orders to the letter, learning how to fight like the demon they told him he was. And always in silence, always watching.
Watching everything around him as he flitted through the city like a shadow in the night. Jump City was just an oversized playground to him, and in between his training he entertained himself with petty crime. Slipping in and out of places without anyone ever knowing he was there.
But part of him wanted to get caught, to feel the adrenaline of fear and being forced to fight or flee for his life. He was bored of being nothing more than a silent shadow, hidden from the world he watched so carefully. In plain sight yet somehow just out of reach.
Looking back he realized that it was inevitable: he purposely became careless, hoping to get caught. It was obvious that he'd catch the attention of one of the higher villain's in the city. But at the time he remained blissfully unaware of the fact that he was being watched.
Brother Blood.
Blood told him that he had unleashed potential, and that his academy could unlock that potential.
He took him up on his offer and he never looked back.
He isn't just a silent shadow in the night. He is Kyd Wykkyd and that's all wants to be.