Over the next few weeks there were multiple attempts at my assassination, but all of them failed. Usually they were at home or in the cave, but one had been in the middle of a mission in Costa Rica, and another had come at school (what a nightmare that was). I eventually resorted to never leaving Robin’s side, home, the cave, and missions, and I stopped going to school, claiming that the both of us had a bad fever that could last for months. It was harsh, not knowing what was going to happen, where I was in danger the most.
The thing that freaked me out the most was that each knife was the same- golden handle, bejeweled with an emerald, with that same sinister note. And it was perfectly exact- the same paper, same creases, same handwriting. It was like someone had prepared to fail multiple times, like they knew that I was going to always avoid it somehow. But the person had to run out- didn't they?
As this went on, I noticed that some knives had messily short notes on the blades, while some had sweet and pretty handwriting that looked strangely similar to mine when I doing homework. And I noticed that the ones with the prettier handwriting were often longer and more explanatory. By the end of two weeks, I had a truly long and actually somewhat believable story.

i have little time so ill spare you any extremely long details like my name and my origins however i can tell you that i am a female i have black hair and blue eyes and im extremely agile
cant give you much at least not on the knives
the attacks will keep damn hes getting to me
im giving you two words on the next knife should give you some insight into who i am
slade cadmus
meet me on the corner of 3rd st and
well just meet me
ill find you
signed e

I was curious, of course, but Bruce didn't want me going. I had just met him, and already he was playing the overprotective parent. I honestly didn't know that was possible, considering that he had let his son run around at night for at least 4 years. But neither Bruce or Batman could stop me. I had to find this girl! And if I died, I died. I didn't have much to give to the team anyways except fire, and another annoying laugh that took after her brother and often disappeared without telling anyone she was leaving.
So one night, after I had already been attacked in the day, I changed and jumped out the window of my room. I succumbed to the night and drew myself to the center of the two actual clues I had- where Slade's workshop had once been, and where Cadmus had once been.
I had to meet her. Because I had a feeling that she was in the same position I had once been in.