Karah Adams had left late at night from a dinner party with her friends. Just as she was driving down a desolate street, her car stopped. What the hell? she had thought to herself as she climbed out of her car and checked the hood. Sure enough, her car was busted and she wouldn't be able to drive the rest of the way home. Karah reached into her car and packed all of her belongings into her purse, making sure to bring along the pepper spray she kept in her glove compartment. After retrieving her keys from the ignition, Karah made her way through the caliginous streets of Gotham City.

About a few blocks away from her home, Karah started to feel a bit paranoid. She turned around a few times before she quickened her pace. Once she was just one block away from her home, she heard multiple footsteps walking in sync from far behind. Karah casually turned her head about, trying to take a good look at whoever was following her. All she managed to see was two broad figures veiled by the darkness of the night about twenty feet away from her. Karah instantly reached into her purse and grasped her pepper spray, armed and ready for an assault. But it seemed unnecessary as she finally reached her house and slowly exhaled with relief. In just a few seconds, she'd be safe inside her house and away from any creeps that roamed the streets of Gotham City.

Karah quickly took out her keys and unlocked the door, afraid that the two men who seemed to be following her would come closer. She waited no longer as she locked the door behind her and hung her coat on the hanger beside the front door.

"Mom? Dad?" She called out as she walked up the stairs. No one had answered her calls so she made her way towards her parents' bedroom. She attempted to call them once more, but all she managed to let out was a gasp. The scene that lay before her made Karah feel faint and extremely nauseous at the sight. Her parents' bodies were sprawled out on their bedroom floor accompanied by a pool of blood. Karah's hand instantly cupped over her mouth as tears welled up in her gentle, sapphire eyes. Her mother and her father, the ones who had been her supporters her whole life, lay lifeless before her.

"God, no!" Karah cried out as she was about to throw herself by her parents' side, but was held back by a pair of brawny arms roughly wrapping around her small waist. Karah whipped around to come face to face with a pair of cold, green eyes adorned by a gruesome scar.

"Oh, how tragic. Really, Karah. I do sympathize," Karah turned back around only to see the most wanted crime lord in Gotham City, Carmine Falcone, himself standing beside her parents, "But I had some business to deal with. Your parents simply got in my way."

"You killed my parents, you bastard!" Karah viciously spat, struggling to break free from the strong grip the man had on her.

"You're a big girl. You'll get over it. But in the mean time..." Falcone moved closer to Karah's contending figure, making sure to keep a safe distance from her violent struggles. He raised his hand and with a snap of his fingers, a sharp blade was placed on Karah's neck, keeping her from moving so much. Once Karah stayed still, Falcone placed his rough hand under her chin and slightly raised her head. He came closer to her ear and said, "I need you to do something for me. You must concede my request... unless you want the ones you love to end up like your dear parents. And trust me, Ms. Adams. I will do what I have to and it certainly won't be to your liking."

Falcone backed away enough to see Karah's expression. Pure hatred filled her usually calm, oceanic eyes. She heavily breathed in and out as if trying to control herself from ripping Falcone's head off in an instant. She quickly glanced over to her parents on the floor before turning back to Falcone and acidly asking, "What the fuck do you want, Falcone?"

"Now, now, dear. You wouldn't want to upset me," Falcone calmly answered with a sly smile, "What I ask is simply this. I want you to kill Batman." At hearing this, Karah answered incredulously, "Are you kidding me? Not even your men can manage to leave a scratch on him. Now you want me to KILL him?"

"I am not underestimating you, Ms. Adams. You should be grateful."

"Grateful my ass!" Karah retorted. This angered Falcone as he yelled in her face, "Enough! Now I know you are trained in fighting. I've certainly seen you take down three of my men myself. You do remember that night don't you?"

Falcone paused and waited for another angry reply from Karah, but she just coldly kept her gaze on him. So he continued, "You have much more skill than many of my men. I must admit you are incredibly strong seeing as you are such a fragile being. Do what I say and your loved ones will be out of harm's way. At least on my part. Do we have an understanding?"

Karah stared long and hard at Falcone's diabolical face, worn out from years of his dirty work. Falcone impatiently waited and loudly yelled again, "DO WE HAVE AN UNDERSTANDING?"

Karah had no other choice and reluctantly nodded. A smile of satisfaction instantly took over Falcone's features as he walked out of the room and Karah was forcefully thrown on the floor. She was left all alone to mourn over her dead parents. Still sobbing quietly, Karah wet a towel and wiped away any blood on her parent's face. She pulled off a white sheet on their bed and covered their corpses before walking over to the phone and barely managing to call the police. Once the police and the ambulance came to take the bodies, Officer Jim Gordon found Karah's frail body silently crying in a corner of her room.

"I'm really sorry, sweetheart. But do you have any idea who did this?" He asked as he crouched down to Karah's level and gently lifted her chin with his hand. Karah stared at his concerned face with her red, puffy eyes before shaking her head. She knew if she had said it was Falcone, something worse would take place.

Karah decided it was too painful to stay the night in the house formerly occupied by her loving parents. So she called her best friend, Marilee, to see if she could stay with her for awhile. Marilee took her in with open arms and tried to comfort her as much as she could, but Karah preferred to be alone. She stayed up the whole night in bed with only one thing haunting her mind... how to kill Batman.