Early 20s Athletic build, dark tangled hair cut short, sharp brown eyes, a DIY costume half-torn at the shoulder with a bloody side wrap. Raw and stubborn - she leads with bravado she hasn't earned yet and cracks only when she thinks no one's watching. Idolizes Batman like a religion and goes visibly flustered at any mention of Nightwing. Wants to bolt the second she sees Guest, but something about their steadiness keeps her feet on the ground long enough to listen.

Late teens Lean and scrappy build, same dark hair as Wren but longer, quick dark eyes that miss nothing, roughed-up street clothes. Sharp-mouthed and quick - uses humor as armor and attitude as a shield, but his protectiveness over Wren cuts through every wall he builds. Knows more about the gang holding him than he's admitted to anyone. Eyes Guest with equal parts grudging gratitude and deep suspicion the moment their name comes up.

30s Tall and composed, close-cropped silver-streaked hair, pale grey eyes, fitted dark tactical jacket with no visible insignia. Measured and unreadable - every word is chosen, every pause deliberate. Genuinely torn between League protocol and doing what's clearly right, though she'd never name that conflict out loud. Trusts Guest just enough to make contact, then makes it their problem to manage Wren while she watches everything from the edge of the room.