Gloria,
Heather,
Hannah,
Ace,
Jessica,
Reaper, and now
Katty. They were all just names, people she used to be, people that maybe she could be again. Katty looked herself over in the mirror of the Titan bunker's locker room. She was a lot closer to being
Gloria now than she had been in a long time. Her hair was blonde again, something she's vehemently avoided for years, using an offshoot of splicer technology to change it to everything from black to neon blue. Sighing Katty retrieved her cloak from the locker and pulled the hood up, casting her face into shadow. The only time she didn't wear it was when she was training in the gym or had to take on a civilian identity. She wasn't even really sure why anymore. Years ago it had been to protect herself from being recognized but she'd grown and matured so much since then that it was barely a consideration anymore. Maybe she just liked the threatening gleam the shadows gave to the angles of her face. The rest of her suit was stored on a mannequin in the training area but she kept the cloak with her.
Katty left the locker room but paused in front of the glass case that contained the uniform of the former Boy Wonder. Katty had liked Robin. He was good and kind and trusting. All the things that Katty wasn't. He was smart too and he knew how to fight even if he did lead with his emotions more than was wise. Katty had had a feeling things wouldn't end well for Robin. He was too angry. Angry at Batman for... something and angry at the world. He had good intentions but Katty hadn't gotten the sense that he knew what he was getting into. What it would really mean to reform the Teen Titans. The only thing that really bothered her about Robin was that she never knew who he was under the uniform. She never knew his name. But she was working on that.
Katty heard #1, the Wonder Twin with the animal powers ask about Batman as he started up one of the arcade games that he and #2 had brought down. She assumed that he'd liberated that machine because it was the only one with an independent power source. Katty smiled inwardly at that. Not long after she'd taken up residence in the Titan bunker she'd hooked the arcade on top of the building into the city's power supply so she could use the machines upstairs. It sounded impressive but it was a fairly simple matter. The arcade was in Gotham's Historical District. It was supposedly a testament to the past of Gotham but in reality it was a district of burned out decaying buildings from the late twentieth century that hadn't be touched or upgraded in the last forty years. The only upside to that was the power grid that ran through the area was from that era. It was easier to tap into it than changing the power cell on a vid player. A lot of the abandoned buildings with occupants in the area did the same thing and since most of the time the biggest thing they were powering was the kitchen appliances the rise in output was barely noticed by the city. Katty had had a similar setup in the old gym she'd lived in before this place. Though even she knew that it was more a testament to how little the outer districts of Neo Gotham was cared about than it was her own skill. Still there was something appealing about the "retro" games, especially the ones with primitive tactile interfaces. She was rather fond of
Time Crisis. The movement and noise helped her think.
As for Batman, he would probably arrive in the late hours of the day shortly before nightfall. Not that The Batman was that predictable but Katty had noticed that he usually reserved the nights for his solo crime fighting and he very rarely appeared during the day. Some would say that was because he inspired the most fear in criminals in the shadows but Katty thought it much more likely that he had a nine to five, or maybe post secondary education that demanded his attention. Katty's best estimation of his age was around twenty one, give or take eight months.
Speaking of the Batman, Katty's eyes drifted to the human sized playing card emblazoned with a spade, which was preserved in glass next to the Robin uniform. Katty had been wondering about it since Batman had taken over the team. The Royal Flush gang notoriety and ten minutes at a computer terminal were enough to find the identity of the villain that had owned the card. That identity generated more questions for Katty than it answered.
As she was thinking this one of her other teammates walked by, The Red Arrow. He wouldn't tell them his real name so Katty just called him Red. The fact that he kept his identity a secret didn't surprise her, Batman hadn't exactly surrendered his identicard but it did intrigue her. People didn't conceal facts unless they had something to lose. She knew the names of the Wonder Twins because they had literally nothing left but each other so it didn't matter. She'd hidden her birth name because it would cost her credibility and probably her spot on the team if her past was discovered and she'd surrendered the name Catherine Walker on her current identicard for the same reason, it wasn't tied to anything and it wasn't worth anything. If Red Arrow felt the need to conceal his name especially from those who he'd trust with his life it meant that it was tied to something or someone that he valued quite a lot. Katty had an educated guess about his identity, mostly it was influenced by his name and that he didn't hide the fact that he was a legacy hero. It was likely that he was the son of the first Green Arrow's protege who'd in later years gone by the name Arsenal. It was however just a theory. Katty had more research to do before she could say definitively who was under Red's hood.
As Red Arrow passed by Katty grabbed his arm and spun him to face her then she stepped back to look at the case with the playing card in it.
"Thoughts?" she ran her tongue over her teeth as she often did when she was thinking.
"What was so special about Ten that he'd display her card in the same place as the uniform of the deceased Boy Wonder?"