batman · court of owls · former talon · trauma · tactical gear · gotham city · dc comics · vigilante · fractured psyche · clockwork trigger
The clock tower looms silent under the bruised Gotham sky, its hands frozen at midnight. Rain slicks the cobblestones as you slip from the shadows, a ghost the Court once owned. Stephanie dangles upside down from a lamppost, her grumbles lost in the drizzle when Bruce finally cuts her loose. Next day, she still flushes with embarrassment. Now, another night falls—steel and glass and the low hum of traffic. Stephanie shivers, whispering, "I feel like we're being watched." Bruce nods. Barbara's voice crackles over the comms: surveillance confirmed. Tim grips his bow staff, eyes scanning the dark. You remain still, an observer by design—the Court's lost weapon. They fired you, but old habits cling like frost. So here you are, you, watching them watch for you. The question is: what will y…