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The busy sound of cars bustled through the streets as the crimson moon slowly rose behind a burning black cover. The tall buildings stretched in an attempt to reach the sky; like clawed hands of a drowning man trying to reach out the surface of the cold lake which would become his grave. Still throughout the night. There was a lone figure who watched the streets. A figure who didn't realise just what a hell he was about to unleash upon the city he had spent his life protecting.

It had all started the previous night when he had been called in for a murder.

He had found the corpse on the floor. It's ribs were open and the chest had been sliced with long thin lines. Blood was splashed.. splashed being the only word which could describe the pattern of the blood against the wall. Fragments of bricks were smashed apart as though something thin yet strong had obliterated the bricks into rubble.

He didn't notice the others until he heard their voice."Glad you're here bats..." He slowly turned on the spot and looked at the two people stood against the wall. They were slightly pale and by the looks of it, they had been here a while, obviously waiting for him. "I've never..." He looked back at the body once again. "What can you make of it?" The detective looked ready to keel over from the sight of it.
"Go back to Gordon. Tell him I'm going to need clearance at Arkham." He had no time for people getting in his way. The detective was obviously trying to act confident though this was probably one of the first cases he'd taken with a murder like this.
"Uh...Sure." The detective turned quickly and walked off quickly back to the car, pulling out fast into the street and speeding off.
"Now-"
"Master Bruce." a voice echoed in his ear as his communicator sounded. Bruce couldn't ignore the slight smile that came onto his face at the sound of the voice.
"What is it Alfred?"
"I think this is one case which you should not take. Nothing good could come from this." Bruce gazed over the body.
"I've never seen something like this before. Where would I begin with something like this." He knelt and looked at the corpse. It was left in only shorts. Long lines were along it's chest... no not lines and they weren't wounds.

They were scars.

The scars were about the size of someone's palm. Bruce knelt and looked at the body. It seemed like a boy. Blonde, about seventeen, athletic build and...

He paused.

He looked back at the eyes. There was no life left in them... nothing that looked... human like. The pupil was slowly changing back to normal, though before it looked... shaped like a diamond. The colour was slowing darkening as it changed from what seemed a pale green to a light blue. The body was changing... He quickly took a small needle and got a blood sample. No signs of chemicals in the blood. This wasn't the work of Ivy... On a instinct he looked at the teeth. Just like the eyes, they were slowly changing back to normal. But still they dripped a dark liquid from shrinking fangs. "Alfred. I'm going to need a data analysis on a sample I'm sending you." He pulled a small vial out and caught the last of the dark liquid before sealing it and pressing it to his communicator cuff. That was that done with... but. He was apprehensive with what came next.

Next thing came... the ribs.

They we're fractured. At first they looked like they had been punched inwards but then were bent awkwardly outwards. "I've never seen something like this before." Bruce whispered as he he noted the exact the ribs moved... but last came the scariest thing. He closed his eyes and focused his hearing... there was a dull, repetitive thudding sounds... It was a heart beat.

But if the body was dead... how was the heart still beating?

A soft chuckle caught his ears and his eyes snapped up as a shadow passed one of the rooftops.

There was more to this tale than met the eye... "Master Bruce, The batman has clearance passed for Arkham."
"I'm leaving Immediately." He growled and stood before walking away and leaving the poor corpse behind, without a second glance.

If he would have glanced back he would have seen a dark fanged grin slowly rising from the pits of the shadows and a cold emerald gaze fixed onto him with a ravenous hunger.

-Break-

The clouds over the Arkham asylum seemed almost emerald as he walked up the large hill. The cold air was biting viciously into him as he slowly pushed the rusted gates open which rung out with a slow screeching tremble. The gates painfully twisted as the metal grates against the stubborn ground. The dark figure glanced around as he was slowly met with an escort of doctors.

One slowly looked him up and down. The doctor took note of the intense armour that framed his body. The cowl and mask which hid his features. The doctor on the other hand wore a perfect white uniform. Her white skirt was perfectly pressed while brown hair was held back in a perfect bun. These two were more than just polar opposites. There was almost a secret tension that passed between them. "This way." She said quietly.
"What's your name?" A rough gravelly voice, growled.
"None of your business." She stated coldly as they pushed open the doors to the most dangerous place on earth. There was barely anyway to describe it. The faded paint which was peeling off the walls. There were not really that many rooms. Mostly just long corridors that seemed to stretch into an everlasting darkness. "What the hell... Arkham never used to be this big before." The bat slowly growled before walking forward.

He was stopped as he was thrown back and landed in a crouch. He didn't notice the sly grin move onto the doctor's face. "Open your eyes." She whispered and Bruce frowned as he looked at her but then he finally saw what she meant. He turned his head back to the way he was walking and he saw the concrete wall. "How..." He growled and looked around to the large glass rooms. His eyes keenly inspected throughout the cells which soon became darkened. The glass became midnight black and the last thing he caught sight of was a dark grin aimed at him. He'd had enough of people lurking in the shadows around him today.

Bruce looked back at the doctor. "What the hell was that?"
"Just one of the inmates. Don't worry, It's nap time for them now anyway."
"What was his name..."
"Which one. The name he hides behind like you?" She grinned as she walked in front of him and placed her hand on the glass. Her voice grew soft as she sang gently to the glass. "Hush little baby, don't say a word. Mummy is going to destroy the whole world." Bruce's eyes widened as a chorus of laughter exploded around him.

He looked back and forth between the cells for any signs of movement. Normally it was him in the shadows; invisible and surprising. He didn't like it when it was the other way around.

He walked over to the doctor and looked in her eyes. "Have we met before?" He towered over her but she remained unmoving.
"With manners like yours? If we had, I doubt I would forget you." Her gaze hardened as she took a few steps and he moved back slightly. "Now. What do you want." she whispered.
"I'm going to be coming back in the morning and I will be having each of the patients files."
"What ever you say." She said as casually as if he had just asked her the weather. With a slight growl he left and slammed the doors closed behind him.

An even slyer grin moved onto her face as she slowly stepped forward. With a click of her hands the dim lights of the cells turned back on and the glass cleared. In most of the cells the patients were lounged back. But with each step and echoing bounce of her heels. She slowly shed her doctor outfit as her skin tight red clothes became clear. A loud tear of the perfect white skirt and she threw it to the side to reveal the rest of her outfit. "Oh boy, I do love a good show."
"You should have gone into acting." Came a confident sneer from one of the nearby cells.

The fake doctor slowly turned and laughed. Her hand reaching up and tugged at her hair which soon became apparent was a wig. The fake brown bun of hair fell to the ground as blonde curls cascaded down the doctors shoulder's. They were tainted slightly red and black going with the theme of her outfit and she tied them neatly into two pony tails. "Now, now. Behave or Mister J will have to go without his new little toys." She grinned and walked forward towards two of the cells and hit the release button.

Steam hissed filling the corridor as alarms blared loudly. "What do you mean... little toys, Harley?" The soft voice turned sharp as a British accent carried on it and all that was heard was a sharp; "Oh do shut up." A faint trace of gold became clear in the darkness as the steam changed to flames and the flashing alarms exploded. From the first cell a boy slowly stepped out. His body was toned and very eye catching. Warm brown hair was neatly cut and framed those delicious golden eyes. He wore nothing but his Prison shorts which had sent a lot of the girl prisoners... and male prisoners into a riot of trying to catch him.

But every time they had tried, the guards had found a few piles of ash in the showers.

A cold laugh echoed sending shivers up everyone in the building. Even Harley backed away slightly as she caught sight of the figure stumble out of the cell. "Oh honey. I'm nobody's toy. I play with others." Harley looked over to the cell and caught sight of the figure in a better light. She couldn't make out the face but she knew it was a girl. The long black hair fell over her face but soon fixed itself into an elegant braid which moved down her back. Her eyes were a ever changing colour. As soon as Harley thought she had figured out what they were, they decided to change again. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you Puppeteer." She looked at the girl who soon changed to look freshly clothed and washed. "Or for a fact, you Helios." She looked back over at the boy.
"If you ever call us by any other name." Helios walked past Harley as though she was a speck of dust on the ground.
"We will kill you." Puppeteer grinned.
"Really?" Harley folded her arms and lent against the stone wall. "What if I said there was a plan that involved you two and a special somebody in this asylum." She looked at her nails.
"Not interested." Both stated.
"Not even if it included killing the bat and his friends?"

Both came to a skidding stop and looked over their shoulders in sync. "I thought you both would like that." Harley grinned. "Now, we have one last thing to get before we can ditch this place." Both looked at her with wide eyes as she turned to 'the vault'.
"You cannot be serious Harley!"
"He must be insane!" Both screamed. Even those in the cells were backing away now.
"No. Mister J has just come to learn." She walked over to the large steel wall. Slowly tracing the faint marks of the doorway. "That what ever doesn't kill you... just makes you... Stranger." She grinned then stepped to the side as she looked at Helios. She had gotten that used to using their masked names that she had almost forgotten their real ones.
"This better be worth it." Helios snarled. His golden skin radiated warmth as is collected around him shaping into his hands. Puppeteer looked focused as her gaze was aimed beyond the wall. "Don't worry... It's sleeping. It won't be any trouble... yet."
"So a new age begins." Harley squealed as a golden wave of flames roared off Helios as they shaped into a figure running which smashed through the metal. She clapped her hands like a child and pranced through the molten metal into the dark room. "And. Here. We. Go." She laughed.

-Break-

She looked around as she entered the hall. At first her eyes were drawn to the large cables which filled every stretch of wall and floor in the room. All led to a large single cylinder which stretched across half the room in length and width. She couldn't help but grin at her puddin's choice of new toys. "You... will be perfect." She grinned as she walked over and the hall gave a groan as slowly the cylinder opened to reveal a large green tank. It was full of a bubbling liquid and in the centre with eyes tightly closed was a boy.

The only thing on him was the usual men's shorts but this boy had some mask covering his mouth and nose... It must have been providing him oxygen while the chemicals kept him sedated. "Oh you was a bad, bad boy weren't you." Harley grinned and reached out putting her hand against the glass. "I can't wait to see you in action." Her hands went slowly to the console at the base. Her fingers nimbly moving away across the screen before a large lock formed. "Damn it. We have to be-" She stopped as Puppeteer walked in and smashed her heel foot through the console screen which turned a bright green and the chemicals began to drain away. "Delicate..." Harley frowned and looked over at the smug grin on the younger girls face. "Just because you're sixteen doesn't mean I won't kick your ass." She growled. "You mess any of this up for Mister J and I will-"
"Oh shut up." Groaned Puppeteer as she walked past Harley who's mouth sealed shut. To her and Helios it looked as though the skin between her lips had grown and her mouth had vanished. Puppeteer had powerful illusions... It was how she had earned her name; by controlling others with them.

Harley smashed her fist across the younger girls face and gasped as the illusion broke with Puppeteer's concentration. "Mess with me again and I will put you on your-"
"W-Where am I" whispered a new voice.

Helios looked up with a raised eyebrow as he looked at the boy in the cylinder. The glass slowly raised around him and the boy washed out onto the ground with the last of the chemicals. Just like a fish out of water. He tried to push himself up but soon failed as his arms gave out. "It's okay. Just give yourself a few seconds. You were in there with some powerful stuff."
"Who the hell is he?" Helios asked as Harley knelt next to the boy. He seemed cute enough. He had a mop of blond hair which was tainted with the odd brown streaks. His eyes were a turquoise blue which were strained with a grey hue. He was slim. Slightly toned around his chest an arms. Though you never would have guessed it from looking at him.
"His name is-"
"Fox." The boy panted slightly and cleared his throat with a cough as he looked up and filled his lungs. "Call me Fox."
"Doesn't exactly strike fear into you does it?" Whispered Puppeteer.

She regretted saying that immediately.

Next thing she knew she had Fox at her throat with a shard of glass. "That the best you got?" His eyes ran over her quickly and he stepped back slightly. She seemed proud. Strong. Arrogant... He knew what to do. He ran at her and immediately got the response he wanted. She fixed her eyes on him and he quickly fell to his feet as he clutched his head in pain. "What were you expecting to do with a little shard of glass. What could you have possibly done. It's not even sharpened. She looked at the perfect circle of glass. She sneered down at the boy who glared back up at her. "What could you have done with this-" She hissed as she picked up the glass circle. It looked perfectly round. It almost felt perfectly round... but then she saw the small barb which gave the side the smooth touch. Her eyes became slightly blurry as she fell to her knees and he slowly stood. "You sly bastard." She glared at him and Harley seemed to grin.
"I see why they call him fox now..." Helios nodded at him before helping him stand up straighter. The boy must have been week from the amount of chemical pumped into him in that cell. "So that's your ability?"
"Not all abilities are super powers." Harley bit at Helios as Puppeteer slowly got back to her feet, slightly shaken and looking pale from having some of the chemicals in her.
"Oh but they make for such amusement." she sneered. "And make the job, way easier."
"And yet the bat beats you every time?"
"Pot meet kettle." Helios growled as they slowly walked out the way they had come.

At first they were surprised when two other figures came to stand by them as the doors of the asylum were opened. "Sangue. Parasite." Glad you could make it. Harley growled and the other three paled slightly. Sangue... meaning blood and Parasite... those names seemed to give a good insight into what these two could do. "You were supposed to draw the bat away from the asylum. Not straight to it!" She snapped.

Slowly the boy stepped forward. Just like the corpse before, he had deep emerald eyes which were almost hypnotic as they framed a sculpted face and lush golden hair though... Fox kept finding himself drawn back to the black diamond pupil. Though when he spoke they got sight of the fangs which slowly edged their way to show. "We were sold out." He said casually. "It seems not everyone approves of your plan." Next to him a girl slipped her hand around his waist and pulled him closer dominantly as she glared at the others. Her hair was a deep crimson with streaks of black and her outfit like the boy's was simple; shirt and jeans. Trying to look normal. "Next time, try to make sure no one knows what we're doing." The girl hissed and pulled the boy even closer to her before she turned away getting into a black Rolls Royce.
"At least Sangue knows how to travel in style." Helios suggested as he got Fox seated down and pulled the shivering boy closer to hung onto the warmth of his body. "What was in that chemical... you're freezing, Fox!"
"Cryogenics... from Mr freeze." Harley glared as she took a seat with Puppeteer. "Always hated that pop sickle. Now drive. We have a lot to talk about." She looked at the five teens in front of her and her grin returned once more. "Quite a lot to talk about."

The night drew darker and with her laugh echoing around the hills. The asylum vanished from sight in the distance as the car drove away.

It was time.

A new rein was coming to Gotham.

So that was the first chapter. Hmm, I wonder what is the Joker's plan? What is going to happen to the five? Leave a review if you like it. Follow it if you want to find out what happens next. And once again, thank you for taking the time to read this. I will update this within five to seven days. Anyway, have a nice day, night... or what ever.

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