Eight hours later Serana arrived in Starling City with her crimson Dodge Challenger. The radio had been playing a mixed CD made up of Serana's favorite artists, but it had become background noise after twenty minutes on the road. Serana had no conscious idea where she was going, but her heart seemed to guide her there. Out of nowhere a hooded figure leaped in front of the car, forcing her to slam the brakes and lean back in her seat.

"The hell?" Serana wondered aloud, scanning the windshield for the hooded stranger.

A vibrating noise suddenly filled the cab of the Challenger, catching the girl off guard. Before long, she'd reached into the glove compartment and pulled out her convulsing cell phone.

"Hello?" Serana answered loudly.

"Follow this road for another mile, then turn left," a robotic voice answered before hanging up.

Without a word Serana followed the voice's instructions; when she turned she came upon a large warehouse. Looks abandoned enough for this new "mentor," Serana thought to herself as she turned off the car and got out. For some reason her mind was going out of control, but she thought it was only the unfamiliar environment around her that caused this.

"LOOK OUT!" Damian Wayne cried, leaping towards Serana as an arrow whizzed past his head.

Before Damian could reach her, Serana collapsed onto the asphalt beneath her. Just phenomenal, Serana thought to herself. Barely in Starling City for ten minutes and I'm already under fire!

"STOP!" a female voice commanded from afar.

The arrows stopped firing, and Serana looked up, scanning the dim outlines with her amber eyes. Little did she know that somebody had leaped onto the ground six feet to her left, and they were not in the mood for whatever was involved.

"Talia! What have I told you about bringing strangers onto the grounds?!" a husky voice demanded, stepping carefully towards Serana with a bow and arrow trained on her head.

"Relax, my friend- this is the girl I told you about," Talia replied. "Serana McTeague."

"Who the hell are you two?!" Serana demanded angrily as she sprung to her feet.

"That is not important right now. You need to get inside now." Talia replied, motioning to the warehouse.

Frustrated beyond all belief, Serana turned on her heels and trudged slowly into the warehouse; moments later Damian, the woman named Talia, and the archer followed her.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Serana cursed, turning to face the mysterious archer. "I was told to come here and you start shooting arrows at me! I could've killed you!"

"How was I supposed to know who you were?!" he replied, stepping around Serana to put away his bow and arrows.

"Maybe because Damian told you who she was!" Talia replied angrily, sneaking up behind the archer and pulling off his hood.

"Are you kidding me?!" Serana shrieked, not believing the sight before her amber eyes.

"That's enough. You have some training to do," Talia whispered, stepping in front of Serana.

Letting out a sigh of frustration, Serana followed Talia further into the warehouse; moments later they reached a type of training course. Several logs had been raised to the ceiling and placed around scaffolding, a large circle enclosed several targets as well as a fighting ground, and an obstacle course took up the rear. Out of nowhere the memories of the training flooded Serana. Worse yet, she was going to be training with somebody that she looked up to.