Something That I Want
The Wayne Tower was burning. The symbol of Gotham's finest and wealthy elite overcome by massive flames and the sickening smell of fear and gasoline. She could practically smell it, taste it. It was so beautiful. Such a beautiful dream.
But just a dream, she thought. But a dream that she plans on making a reality. At least she had the best intentions.
She looked back at her men; such a noble, proud group of henchmen that followed her all the way from Egypt to assist her reckoning with Mr. Bruce Wayne. It took years for her to plan, scheme and struggle to find money for this, but she accomplished it, and she looked around the underground compartment at her men who were staring at her expectantly.
She cleared her throat, "Let's make it burn."
The men cheered, waving their pistols and fired shots in excitement. Years of promises were finally going to pay off; their leader was going to actually do something about Wayne Enterprises. The evil corporate conglomerate that made their village the pits of Hell on Earth.
While her men starting speaking hastily in Arabic, she went upstairs to get ready. This was it; her message to Bruce Wayne, before she decides to take his head as her prize.
She carefully sprayed the body paint all over her tan skin, making it glisten in the light. She tied her black curls up and away from her face. She put on the mask.
"Bast, are you ready?" a soft voice called. She scowled, opening the door to find her sister Yasmine there, watching her with curious eyes. She had her suit and mask on already, and was waiting for her elder sister to take charge. Bast nodded, grabbing the automatic and loading it.
"Let's go."
Before long they found themselves scaling Wayne Tower in the middle of the night, planning on making it to the rooftop before any awake civilians took notice. Life underground working in the pyramids trained them to be used to scaling for long distances in dark places.
Then they attacked. The men entered the building through the windows, smashing the glass and leaving the shards scattering over Gotham's streets. They rummaged through the building, causing chaos, destroying files, burning tables, whatever they could burn, they burned. Smashed glass, broken vases and cracked lights that flickered on and off in the surrounding madness.
Bast managed to make her way towards the rooftop, and called her sister over, who started pouring gasoline over the Tower. She smiled as she carefully brought out a match, watching the fire in her hand dance and wiggle playfully in the wind. Bast looked up, ah, the helicopter arrived. She smiled at her sister, who ran to the helicopter before Bast threw the match on the ground, and watched the rooftop go up in flames. Sweet, beautiful, chaotic flames.
She heard the screams of her men underneath her who were still in the building. Bast ignored them and left the scene in the helicopter, not waiting for the sirens and screams of civilians who finally noticed their beloved tower go up in flames.