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EDIT :: This chapter has been beta-ed! Big thanks to harpandsword for being a knight in shining armor and fought the dragon (my bad grammars) and save my day!

I will be repost each chapter after it's been beta, so if anyone want to come back and re-read, feel free to! :D

Prologue;

She'd dreamt about this city long before she came here, had spent years imagining it. Wandering thoughts filled her mind on lonely nights after hard days of training. She would think about what it would be like, abouthow tall those towers would be and pondering why her father would love a cityso much.

And why would this love of a city outweigh his desire to come for her?

Back on the island she would spend hoursdaydreaming, Staringacross seemingly endless deep blue ocean beyond the shore, asking herself why he never came.

To save her, to save her mother.

It made her question things. It made her question if his love was true, if he would choose her mother before his self appointed duty to his city, if he would take the risk to break the sacred rule and step on that land on which men are forbidden. It made her question if he would love her, his flesh and blood, his daughter.

But she couldnever know the answer to these questions. She never figured out what those reasons would be. And years later, she stopped asking them. She didn't need any more griefwith whichto suffocate herself.

But her thoughts of this city never faded. Curiosity still ran wild in her head whenever she gave it the chance. It became something she would think of in her last lucidmoment as she drifted into slumber or those moments in front of the fire in the woods during hunting nights. It would come and go. And she would ignore it, pretending it was some nonsense that her brainconjured in boredom.

Now that she was here, in Gotham City, standingon one of the highest towers, windblowingacross her skin, those questions seemed to seep themselves back into her mind.

She had beenhere for a while now, watching, seeing, observing, waiting. She hadheard things aboutthe city'sprotector, who worked in darkness and inflicted criminals with fear. He was the myth, the legend, the bed-time story.

And after the almost two months she'd been her, she still had not met him.

The dark knight, as her mother had called him proudly whenever she told her the story about him.

But she wasn't her mother, she didn't like Gotham. It was damp and humid in the summer. And now that fall was coming, the air was dry and cold. She wasn't used to the cold; where she grew up was always warm and the sun always shone down and touched her skin. Here in Gotham, the sky was always cloudy. The sun was still shinning but barely made it past the thick grim layers of clouds, making the day time feel like early evening. She liked thenight time, though. It was cooler and less thewind picked up after the sun was down. Lights were lit across the city from tall towers. Thevivid picture charmed her, but she still didn't quite know why. But she didn't care.

Before her thoughts of the city grew larger in her mind, a bright spotlight was shot into the sky. The picture of a bat waspainted across the gray cloudand the siren rang through the air. She stared at it. Knowing somewhere in this dark place, someone would need saving.

But she will not be the one saving anyone tonight, of course.

It wasn't her job anyway. She had another purpose for her presencehere. Her hand slid down to the cold metal that was strapped on her right thigh as if to assure herself. The coldness of slim dagger did makeher feel much better. She then pulled the hood of her dark cloak back. Silver bracelets on her wrists shone vividly with thelights fromdown below.

The night was still young, and while Gotham and its protector was still busy, she had a job to do.

She smirked under darkness of her cloak before leaping into the night.

She was going to break into some museum and if she was lucky, just maybe, she would get to slay some monsters. Again.

Short Prologue, I know.