Inside the Bat's Lair
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Last published Wed, Jul 16, 2025
"I can't be a hero„
"everybody deserves a second chance„
Cold is a 21-year-old with a guarded, fiery edge, shaped by a tense home and years of learning to protect himself - and others. Quiet yet intense, quick to anger and slow to trust, he carries the weight of old wounds behind sharp eyes and sharper words, always seeming ready to bolt or fight back.
At only 20, Layla is bold, sharp-tongued, and fiercely protective, the kind of woman who meets trouble head-on without batting an eye. Raised in Gotham's rough shadows, she's grown used to handling problems herself - by words or fists. Beneath her playful arrogance lies an unwavering loyalty to her family, and a soft spot she tries hard to bury.
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