Her name was Emery Wayne, older sister to the famed billionaire, Bruce Wayne. She was also the leader of the Gotham City Sirens and the Birds of Prey. She was the creator of The League of Gotham. This is her story. Not his. After all, he wouldn't even be Batman without her.
When Bruce Wayne was fourteen, his parents were murdered in front of him. That traumatic event not only scarred him for life, but began shaping his dark future. Emery Scarlett Wayne was not a good girl. In fact, she was a bad girl. She snuck out at night, got in trouble with the police, mixed it up with the wrong crowd, stole from everyone, and was an all around troublemaker that was selfish.
Her parents tried their best to keep her away from the media. After all, she was their daughter. Unfortunately, everyone in Gotham City knew exactly what she was up to. Although she was only 15 when her parents died, she was a force to be dealt with. She was as powerful as a maelstrom and as reckless as the sea. Emery Wayne knew how to take care of herself and took advantage of that.
Along with being the sister to Bruce Wayne, her best friend was Selina Kyle. Emery really didn't care for anyone other than her family and Selina. She was sentimental that way. Even though she was richer than Robert Queen, she spent most of her time on the streets, earning her the reputation of "Scar". She was a fighter. Emery left people with scars and earned her own. Embraced them with a playful smirk.
No one wanted to be on her bad side. Manipulative, rude, cocky and powerful were all things to describe her. Her parents needed to do something about her after the scandal. She had broken into Arkham Asylum and caused a lot of issues. So they sent her away. Despite acting like she didn't care about anyone or anything, her brother was the most important person to her. She would protect him with her life. She was also kind, and generous, loyal, protective and brave. But those had come at a cost.
She was thirteen when she was sent away. They had sent her to Starling City. There she had created "Scar"-a vigilante that did good and bad. Emery created her own personal weapons, taken from Star Labs, with her own personal touches. Escrima sticks that detached and formed a bow staff. They were magnetized to her gloves and would return when she threw them.
Scar spent two years training and on the run from the police. Funny thing is, no one knew it was her. She was a skilled gymnast. She was an aggressive diplomat. A brave warrior and a natural born warrior. On the outside, she put up walls; she was reserved. Quiet. Shy. Scar was reckless, yet calculated and careful. She never killed. She reserved that for the people that killed her parents.
And then that fateful day happened. It was Bruce's birthday. She had just returned for her brother. She told them not to go down that alleyway. She knew something was coming. Scar just didn't know how horrible it would be. Her parents didn't listen to her, and continued down the alleyway.
Scar looked up to see Selina Kyle, her long time best friend, sitting on stairs. She smirked at her and nodded a hello. Then she continued walking until she had caught up with her parents.
"That was a great movie, huh?" Martha Wayne commented.
"Not really. I thought it sucked," Thomas said to his wife with a smile and an arm around his son.
"What did you think, Bruce?" Martha asked with a small laugh.
"I'm with dad on this one." Bruce said. He had just turned fourteen, and was growing up before Scar's eyes. Scar slowed down as a man approached them, her fingers twitching and reaching for her Escrima Sticks.
He held out a gun. "Give me all of your money."
Thomas glanced at his frozen wife and son. His daughter interrupted. "That's not happening."
"Emery, be quiet. I'll give it to you." He said, reaching for his wallet and handing it to him. The man pointed his gun at Martha.
"Your necklace." Martha reached up, her hands shaking as she unfastened the pearl necklace from her neck. She handed it to him silently, fear evident in her face.
The man smiled beneath his mask and turned back to Thomas. Without a word, he shot him in the neck. Bruce screamed for his father. Scar moved quickly, pulling her escrima sticks and jabbing the guy in the stomach. He let out a scream and shot her mother. Bruce fell to his knees in tears.
"Bruce, run!" Emery said, grappling with the man for the gun. Bruce stood frozen to the spot as he watched his older sister, his hero, brutally attack the man. The man jabbed her in the neck and she fell to the ground in a heap of blood trickling from her forehead. And with that, he ran off.
Bruce made his way to his sister. "Bruce, go get help. Now."
He shook his head with tears flooding from his eyes. "I'm not leaving you, Emery," he said, gripping her hand tightly.
"I'll be fine, now go!" she said forcefully. Bruce hesitantly took off, screaming for help.
Selina Kyle dropped down from the stairs. "Scar?"
"Hey Kat." Emery said with a small smile on her blood covered face. She coughed in pain, as Selina ran over to her.
"Scar, why'd you do that?!" Selina asked in a panicked voice.
"Oh, we both know I've had worse."
Selina held back a smile. That she knew to be true. It wasn't the first time either of them had found themselves in situations like these. Still, Selina couldn't help but worry for the older girl. Both considered the other to be a sister. "Are you sure?" Selina asked, trying to help Scar stop the blood flowing from her head.
"Positive. As long as I don't pass out, I'll be fine. Get me to Ozzy and I'll be better." Scar said. Yes indeed. Oswald Cobblepot, AKA, Penguin. Or he would be soon. Scar was not only a vigilante and the sister to the future Batman, but she was the friend of Penguin, Riddler, The Joker, Catwoman, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Scarecrow, and many more.
Not every hero is necessarily a good guy. On the contrary, some of the best heroes, are people who have made the most mistakes, been in the worst of places and done terrible things. But they're willing to do what needs to be done to get the job done. Every hero has a dark side, a side they don't wish for people to see. Sometimes, that dark side is what makes them a hero. Sometimes that dark side is what keeps them doing the right thing. They do the wrong thing for the right reasons. That being said, those right reasons being their own salvation and redemption.
But if there was one thing all of these future villains knew, it was that they needed to protect Scarlet Wayne. She was an enigma, never meant to be figured out. She kept on doing horrible things, all for the side of right. It may have bothered her, but she never said so. In her own personal way, Emery Wayne was quite literally the Queen of Gotham.
Interestingly enough, if you had asked someone who the players in this large game of chess were, they would have instantly said her name. She was the Queen. She could go anywhere in the city and do whatever she wanted. That didn't mean she didn't have enemies, no. But it did mean that her allies would kill you where you stood if you even looked at her the wrong way.
Selina Kyle was definitely the King. She was her sister. Anyone who dared to mess with Selina Kyle, faced the wrath of the Queen of Gotham. Selina was a force to be reckoned with all on her own. Emery had two Rooks, Ivy and Harley. Pamela Ivy was not what most people expected at first. She would grow to be a fearsome villain. But she was formidable. She listened and obeyed the Queen's command. Harley Quinn was not insane, not at all. At least not at first. She had a love for Gotham and the people in it. Harley Quinn was someone who would protect her home and everyone in it.
Oswald Cobblepot and Edward Nygma were two very different, two very unlikely allies. But only when it came to Scarlet. Scarlet had them wrapped around her finger. They were her Knights, the valiant servants that would kill for their Queen. They were loyal. Of course they didn't realize the affect she had on them. She kept them in line; it was safer that way.
Then there were the Bishops, Jonathan Crane and Jerome Valeska, the future Joker. Both were terrifying to anyone in their right minds. It was a good thing Scar was insane. Most people wondered how she managed to befriend the most insane people in all of Gotham CIty. The truth? She had wormed her way into their hearts, promising that they would be free from their shackles. She was not only their Queen, but their friend.
The Pawns...little pawns. The players on a chess board were all important to her, especially the pawns. After all, her own brother was a pawn. He just didn't realize it. Bruce Wayne was one of, if not the richest person in all of Gotham City. Everyone wanted him on their side. But he was loyal to one person, and one person only. Scarlet Wayne. Alfred, of course, was another of her pawns. He listened to her and obeyed her command.
Jim Gordon was a very independent pawn. Of course he had no idea what actually went on in Gotham. If he had known, then he might have put a stop to this before it started. Him and Harvey Bullock would come to trust her every word. Whatever she needed done, even illegally, it was done. Lex Luthor Junior. This boy hung on to Scar's every word. They were partners in crime, a duo that couldn't be stopped. Together, they formed two very powerful forces.
Helena Bertenelli was soon to become a pawn in her game. Helena wasn't even in Gotham yet, but she would be soon. Helena was the reckless pawn, the one that could only be reeled in by one person and one person only-Scarlet Wayne. Helena was violent and often times uncontrollable. Fish Mooney despised Scar Wayne. But she had to admit, she was an excellent player. She knew how to fight back, thus earning the trust and respect of Fish Mooney. And finally, Bridget Pike, the famous Firefly. Bridget may have always been a villain, but her loyalties lay with the Queen.
Selina hauled Scar to her feet. Scar winced as she stood up. Get to Ozzy and she'd be fine. That's what she kept on repeating to herself. When they reached the end of the alley, Scar turned to look at the street one last time. Blood stained the streets that she had once walked on. She ruled these streets. It was only fair that she lost something on the streets where she gained everything. Tonight was the night. Everything changed. It was the end of an era, and the beginning of a new one. She had a feeling things were going to get a whole lot worse.
"They're gone…" Scar said quietly. She never even got to tell them sorry. She never would get that chance. They could both hear the sirens rapidly approaching.
"Scar, we have to go!" Selina said, pulling her towards the street. Scar looked back one last time before turning forward with a determined look on her face. She would get revenge. If that was the last thing she did.