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Just the basic's, I do not own anything but my character and the plot line that I have created.
The streets were empty, as they always were, with snow falling and creating a carpet of white on the sidewalk most people would want to be inside where they could keep themselves warm and not freeze. There were still tell tale signs of shoes prints in the snow, it meant that someone was out and about doing something.
It's in the emptiness of Gotham that killers and criminals thrive, with the help of a man called Bane the only sound that occasionally echoes through the streets is a scream. Always piercing, always scared, always alone, and isolated. With every known police officer stuck under the city, and the rest of them hiding to save their own skin there was no law in the city anymore. For that reason the innocent suffer, the innocent are targeted, and the evil run wild through everything clean and pure.
A grey sky and a city full of criminals, one could lose themselves in such a city where it's rare to find a kind voice and a warm home where everyone else is just as afraid as the next person. In this city where all hope is lost and the Batman has vanished, where riots are distinguished, and everyone that fights to save the city is killed.
There is no hope.
Of course there are those who hold onto to one man who they hope will all their being will return. When white bats appear on the side of buildings, on driveways, inside houses, and on sidewalks, one knows that there are people who still believe that the Batman will return. That no matter what Bane has done to him, no matter where he has gone, he will come back for them.
It's this city that Bane walks through the streets with a bitter stride, the one he knows to be corrupt, the one he wants to watch burn and vanish.
In this city there is someone else that also wanders through the streets with no remorse, with nothing but briskness in their step, and purpose in their gait. In the snow she is easy to spot, a mere child is what one might call her, for she barely stands at five feet and one inch. She wears a red dress that always contrasts so nicely against the white snow, long black socks that go up to her knees, small white flats, a dull grey jacket, and a messenger bag.
With black hair that hangs messily off her head there's one particular thing that everyone always notices right off the bat. Sometimes when the sun peaks through the clouds the sun reflects off the pieces of it, the simple sight of it causes people to stiffen slightly for it is not something one comes across every day.
A gas mask.
At first there was panic, a mask just like Bane's, that could only mean that the girl worked for him right? Perhaps it was that fear that helped the girl with her first few acts of revulsion; it was a lot easier to stop someone if they were already afraid of you.
There were rumors of this girl, this child, helping the innocent and the wrongly accused all over Gotham. She had medicine for the sick, bread for the hungry, and vengeance for the broken. There was something different about her though, because sometimes she would even help criminals that were struggling to get food.
No one knew her name, as much of a help as she was to people that needed it she never spoke to them, even when they asked for her name she did not respond to them. The orphans of Gotham had taken to calling her Cloudy, for it was on the cloudy days that she would appear at the orphanage with food and the occasional board game.
She never stayed at the orphanage for very long, most of the time the kids would turn their back for a second and when they turned around she would be gone.
It was around this time that the children with chalk in their hands that drew small bats on everything started to draw gas masks and clouds along with the bats that they so believed in. Cloudy was certainly no Batman, but she was a small light in a very dark place, and everyone needs light to see what they are walking towards.
At first Bane left it alone, for how long would a child called Cloudy last in such a plagued city as Gotham? When she didn't vanish or get killed he started getting curious, who was she that she would fight for both sides? Why did she wear a gas mask? Certainly the air everyone breathed was good enough for her to breathe as well, or did she feel that it was tainted and impure?
So many questions ran through his head, and all he had to do was catch her so they could be answered, but the question was, would she be easy to catch? Or would she pop up all over the city like a child playing hide and seek?
Either way it was something that would entertain him for quite a while.
That is all for the prologue, do continue reading.
