"Yeah, but then what?" Dick asked, frowning. "I mean, if you, [i]we[/i], really think she's trying to kill Z...Well, she might have to A) go to jail or B) have a nice, long vacation back at Arkham." He muttered, looking around at their surroundings. "I just really don't like our options, you know?" He had known Senna since she came to Gotham. She, like all of the Bat freaks, had a rough background. Her father was a criminal, killed in a shoot out with cops before she was born. Her mother was his partner-in-crime, was convicted, and sent to jail to spend the rest of her days there. Senna was born in that very jail. She had an older half-brother who lived in Gotham, so he took her in, but he ended up dying in a car crash when she was 12. Up until then she was a blooming gymnast, preparing herself for the Olympics. With no where to turn, Bruce found her and took her under his wing. Dick had just moved back to Gotham when Senna came to live at the manor. The way he felt about Senna was the way Lacy felt about Ace.