"Water would be nice, thank you. And please, call me Marissa. I suppose you are my...brother in a sense." She shook her head. "I am still trying to wrap my head around that. A father. Two brothers, neither of them on speaking terms with said father it would seem. Not to mention the rest of the complications that seem to come with our...family."
She watched Tim's face for a moment before speaking, her voice low and measured.
"I have taken up a certain mantle with the goal of bringing they who murdered my mother to justice, but I cannot ask the current Batman, or my father, for help. My mother trusted you."
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