Gotham had really gone to shit. Worse than the usual amount it suffered from, though as things had gotten worse, someone had taken it upon themselves to step up and defend people. Granted, he seemed no more sane than the others; he ran around dressed as a giant bat, after all. Still, Feli couldn't help but be glad to be back home. If she was being honest, Gotham would always be home to her, no matter how seedy or questionable it got. A part of her had even considered assisting the Bat; an idea that had quickly gained traction during her college years. Now, returning home, she realized this may be a mistake, but it was one she was willing to make at least once. The cabbie dropped her at her new apartment building, helping her at least get her bags into the lobby before leaving. She headed up to her new place quickly, only pausing inside long enough to change before slipping out of the fire escape.
For all the horrible things she heard in the news, the most she found was a few attempted muggings. They'd all been fairly cowardly, instantly running away on her arrival. She'd made sure to escort each victim home, and by midnight she found herself just sitting on a low rooftop, listening to her city.
"Who are you?" The gravelly voice behind her brought her to her feet quickly and she spun to see a rather large man in all black behind her. Judging by the cape and pointy ears, she would guess this was the famous Batman.
"Well, if I'm not mistaken, I'm in the presence of a celebrity." She smirked as he glared down at her, and she was quick to glance towards the fire escape that had gotten her up here. "Listen, I'm not causing any trouble. If anything, I'm helping out. So, maybe we could just...not fight?"
"You didn't answer the question." His voice didn't change; he still sounded suspicious and a bit angry. He crossed his arms, likely in an attempt to look more intimidating, and she chuckled.
"You're right, I didn't." Taking a gamble, she moved to slip past him, not surprised when he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. She sighed quietly, looking up at him. "Alright. Which animals aren't spoken for in Gotham? I'll just pick one on a whim, yeah?"
"A name would also work." She snorted, and he seemed to relax.
"Yeah, you first, Batty." He released her shoulder and she sighed. "Alright, a compromise then. Just an...identifying moniker. Like you." He seemed to wait patiently while she thought. Honestly, she never expected to run into the Bat himself, or ever have to give someone a name. Her goal was just to help people, in any way she could. "I guess...call me Blackbird. At least until I can come up with something better." He actually gave a chuckle and she smiled. "Now, while you go handle the big baddies, I'll take care of the little stuff. Deal?" Holding out her hand, she waited a bit less patiently than he had before he shook her hand, his grip surprisingly gentle considering the massive size of him.
"Fine. But, please, be safe about it." She gave a smile and nodded, pulling her hand back and heading for the fire escape.
"I always am." She made her way down the fire escape quickly, wandering off to find more trouble. If she was lucky, this would mark a rather successful night for her as a vigilante.