Gotham had gone to hell. It was a nightmare to live in, compared to the apparent peace it had once had. Crime was out of control once again, but this time, it seemed that no one was brave enough to stand up to the criminals. People like Batman, Nightwing, Robin, Batgirl, Oracle… they were so far away they were legends. They couldn't strike fear into people's hearts if they didn't exist.

My parents were killed shortly before my ninth birthday. I was sent to live with my uncle, who was rather well off. My uncle, unsure of what to do, sent me off to various private schools around the country. I was a semi-rebellious child, and picked up street fighting, as well as enrolling in any martial arts classes I could. My uncle brought me back to his manor as soon as I finished my schooling. He hoped that I would help him run his company. I wasn't exactly keen on being a CEO, but it was all I had at the moment.

By day, I lived the life of a respectable employee of ConnCorp, but by night I was the wild city boy I was back at school. My uncle was constantly covering up for me, something that he never seemed to tire of. As long as I brought in a profit at the company, he seemed to leave me alone. Don't get me wrong, my uncle loves me, and he wants to take care of me; but he's been a bachelor his whole life, and has no idea how to care for a young man like me.

But he didn't have to worry about it for long. My life was about to change. And so was Gotham.