To begin with, I was born Victor Thomas Wayne, Son of Bruce Wayne (Batman) and Pamela Lillian Isley (Poison Ivy). As Batman, Bruce wasn't around enough to be a dad. Ivy- well...- for a psychotic tree-hugger, she did her best. Up until age 6, I was given the best education a villainous child of Arkham could receive. I became Deathstroke's apprentice. And even Oswald Cobblepot, the penguin himself, took me under his wing. By age 8, I was considered the one of the greatest assassins ever to have been fostered in Gotham City. I was curious about one thing: The Court of Owls. With such curiosity and devotion to death, I caught the attention of a so-called member of the court. After Talia's "success" with Jason Todd, Ra's Al Ghul wheedled his way into the court, but everyone in the underground knew two things. First, Ra's was no Owl. Second, to argue with The Demon's Head was to argue with death itself. It didn't happen. So yeah, by Age 9, I was The Demon's Talon. The league of assassins' second smallest member. In some areas of my training, I was dubbed genius. Others...well, I was still above average. By age 12, Ra's sent me back to Gotham City on my first assignment in three parts: Infiltrate the other Talons. Kill Bruce Wayne. Watch over the newest Robin. "It will be painful," The Demon said. "But then, your training negates such pain." I'd agreed completely; my mind was as much a weapon as my body. Ra's Al Ghul grafted a suit of crystalline metal- Apotheosium, from the Lazarus Pits, he'd called it- to my nervous system. I could summon the alchemically created and nearly indestructible suit of owl feathers on will. The catch? If I didn't know what I was up against, the suit couldn't adapt...it was linked to my brain waves. So I left. I did my job. But in my attempts, I'd failed. I got proud and left a message in fire, on the night of owls. In that chaos, I'd failed- not out of any incompetence on my part-but because Batman-no, Bruce Wayne- was far too smart for his own good. To be frank, I didn't like Ra's Al Ghul and I went home to Gotham because I'd needed an out. Batman- no, Bruce Wayne- gave it to me. So, yeah...that's how a Talon ended up in the batclan. It's also why I was on patrol the night of my 14th birthday. A dark January 15th, in Gotham. A dark figure began breaking the batman family, and in doing so, the bat himself. Hush was breaking Bruce Wayne. When Bruce went looking for The Riddler, I took a trip to Wonderland. In all that darkness, never was there so much of a beautiful color. Wait...Was She Stealing? "Halt!" I cried diving to land in front of the girl. "You're under arrest in the name of justice!" It DID sound stupid, but Bruce insisted. I'd rather a good assassination to 'justice' any day. But as he'd said repeatedly: "Bruce's Cave, Bruce's Rules".