Wayne Manor, Gotham.

A girl at the age of 15, long black hair, eyes hidden behind a pair of black visor sunglasses dressed in a long black coat walks out of a bar, her face was plain, no emotions or hints of what she's thinking the night sky above lets out a mighty roar and as on queue rain starts pouring down. The girl doesn't flinch and just calmly walks into the nearby dark ally disappearing into the shadows. The once loud bar was silent bodies were sprawled all over the floor and tables. Red daggers were left stuck to the walls, one still pinning up a drunken by his shirt's collar, his blonde hair ragged with clumps of dirt and mud in it, his face sunken but with an goofy smile upon his mouth which was humming some sort of unrecognisable merry tune, He's eyes were beady black with red veins bursting out of it. Grunting could be heard from every corner of the tiny bar and a small, shaken up man behind the bench just standing there eyes glazed and focusing at something that seems to be right in front of him but nothing was there then he started to SCREAM.

"GOOD MORNING Gotham this is Ann with the latest hits available" blared the tiny radio a tanned hand comes to grab it but misses, it comes again and fails again and finally nails it with what looks like a dagger-shaped hair-pin, minutes pass and the expected head never shows up from out of the blankets.

"MISS ANGELA!" a strong accent yells from somewhere below the room, the blankets shuffle a bit and finally a head pops up. Black hair, grey eyes and tanned skin, by her appearance she was obviously Asian. She scans the room looking for the time and finally spots a watch in the corner of her eye. She dives down from her bed and grabs it. The hands say 8:20, "OH GOD" she jumps up and quickly disappears behind a door five seconds later she comes out dressed, her hair slightly matted as it was wet from the quick shower, a long sleeved black shirt adorned her body as a pair of black jeans were on her legs she sprints out of the room. Out side stood a old man with grey hair in a butler suit, his back rigid straight as his arms stretched out showing a heavy school bag, a black denim jacket and a pair or visor sunglasses. The girl runs past and in one fluent motion had the school bag over her shoulder, glasses over her eyes and the jacket tied around her waist. "THANX AL" she yells as she heads downstairs to the garage, she flicks the lights and millions of vehicles appear and same amount of keys hang behind her, she quickly scans the keys and grabs one presses the alarm button, a beeping sound echoed though the huge room from the dark corner. She jogs to it and quickly hops onto a red Harley. (ummm I'm not good with bikes so we'll just leave to that) The bike starts roaring as she gripped the handle and moved forward, slowly light shows up in the garage, she spots it mutters a thank you and zooms towards the direction.

She runs down the empty hallway of what seems to be a school, she stops in front of class C4, she takes a couple of breaths before opening the door. Inside the teacher was writing something on the board, the exam revision she bets in her mind and quietly sneaks into her seat.

" Well Ange first time you're late" whispered the spiky brown and blacked haired boy next to her, he had this huge grin plastered on his face, but sadly he didn't see a huge black hardcover book whack him in the head.

"How many times do I have to say, don't call me Ange it's Angela, to you X"

she hissed back and started copying the stuff on the board as soon as she stopped a pile of printed pages landed in front of her.

"Hey Ange I checked on the school net they had all the revision and the answers to go with them I printed ya a copy"

said the girl behind Angela, she had long red hair that was highlighted with many colours such as blonde, brown and even purple " Thank you Sak" Angela sighed out, before knowing it the teachers says it was time for the next class.

The rest of the school day went past like clock work but that what Gotham high was famous for. Even better nobody but the two friends actually noticed she was late. So as end of the day approached Angela and a group of kids met up at the gates. Sak or actually Sakura was dressed in a baby blue top and a pair of pink shorts, which were constantly criticized by Angela. X or Xavier wore a black jacket, black top and black jeans, that were decorated with a few red X's which Ell and Angela had kindly pointed out, made him a suitable suspect for the well-known thief. And there was Ell she came in late for going to the doctors, or that what she told the teacher instead she'd went to "Stones n' stuff" ( made it up --; but if it does exist plz tell don't want to be sued) for their first in first serve sale which consisted jewellery at prices from 1 buck ( THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED!!). She'd had curly brown hair that was tied in a pony tail, she wore a black zip up hoody and a pair of dark jeans, her wrists wile gloved with bangles and a silver watch ALL brand new and on her feet dorn a pair of black converse with pink laces one of her prized procession.

Soon enough the group had walked up to the parking lot where X had started to drool over the Harley that actually had belonged to her brother whom is now in jump city (see the connection here?) before leaving she yelled bye to the group and two blondes whom seem to be drooling over an way older guy while being dragged away by a Asian who was wearing glasses, a browned haired and a tall blonde each who'd yelled back as Angela rode out of the gates.

She stopped at the gates of Wayne manor, her home. She parked the Harley in it's respected place hung the keys and whispered her name,

"Angela Wayne"

"Voice recognised" replied a female version of an electronic voice. She stepped upstairs to the main living room where her adopted father sat with a newspaper in front of him still in his suit.

"Let me guess, another date?" She asked in a very amused voice, no matter how old Bruce got he'd still be the handsome playboy that every girl but herself would swoon over by just looking at his picture on either the newspaper or the latest gossip magazine, each issue will have him arm in arm with a new girl unless he's on one of his "business trips".

"Yeah and you're just jealous that you don't get dates unlike Dick and I" He teased as he folded the newspaper and put it on the coffee table in front of him which was exchanged for a cup of tea by Alfred who'd also passed her a cup of her favourite herbal tea and left.

"First. I don't get dates because any guy who steps a five-metre radius from me is threatened or punched by me, and both of us know how painful that can get when I'm annoyed. Second. You and Dick need to grow up, nothings wrong with actually having a girl with you for more than one day and mean it as a relationship." She debated as she sat next to him, blowing in her tea as clouds of steam were sent the opposite direction.

" Well you know Angela, the brother of yours might have actually found himself a girl, and quite a looker I believe, too bad she's a alien and I DON'T trust her"

He said as he glanced at his watch, twenty more minutes.

"Leave the poor girl alone, you like Diana and she's almost an alien and to think she didn't trust men" She glared at him as she pointed out

"and don't forget Shayera she'd betrayed the world and you still trust her" She added watching her great Caregiver as he tries to find a comeback and obviously failed therefore he changed the subject turning all-serious as he spoke.

"I've been proposed as an full-timer, I'm thinking of accepting" he said sternly the girl next to muttered a string of foreign curses

"I know that you don't want to step out so I want you to get your brother, let him start as someone completely new, maybe one of your costume designs" he slowly instructed her

"But he has a team to look after don't you think it's a bit… no cut that, a lot mean of you to break them apart even you said he's beginning to have feelings" She debated knowing that she wasn't going to win but it'll still pay to put a bit of guilt in the man's mind

"He knows it'll be foolish and he knows something like this is going to happen and surely enough he has to come back, that city is almost crimeless the team has ten other sections and his team won't change with only him missing but Gotham will be another story." He said his voice getting louder, Angela sighed, and she had to admit this was expected.

"So should I'll go now it'll take me a while to go and then convince me and luckily it's the weekend we also have to give the media heads up on it." She stood up and walked to the grand clock in the middle of the terribly long hallway, she opened it up and set the hands to 10:45 and it moved across giving way to cave opening she stepped though and the cave sealed with five inches of steel. The lights opened automatically showing the many displays, she moved forward to the huge computer and typed into it only two letters. A panel slid out she placed her hand onto it. A side wall opened displaying a smaller office with a way more modern computer system, a wall of ancient weapons, a wall of blueprints and a glass tube containing a black bullet proof long sleeved top and dress pants (well in that design) and a huge (again) bullet proof coat covering on top which was changing colours from black and white and at the bottom sat a pair of buckle up steel heeled boots approx knee length and out of tougher material than the rest of the set up.

She'd got dressed her hair down which was rarely seen by her friends, her eyes covered with a pair of visor sunglasses, she'd tapped the left hand corner twice making the room look normal as if they were never on but still no one could see her eyes. She took a belt out from the drawer beneath the container and clasped it on pulling her cloak tight against her waist. It had tons of compartments. The ones on the side contained two curved black blocks/tubes that'll fit in a grasp of a hand perfectly, the others contained disks and pellets of different kind the one in front contained a PDA, the pocket of the cloak contained two, what seems to be, dagger hair pins. Finally after a check that she has everything she puts her hand to the golden chain that surrounded her neck all the time and pulled out the pendent which was of a Cross and a Sith being crossed over, the cross being silver with a diamond at he centre the bottom being pulled out into a sharp spike, the pole of the Sith was of black gold (Bare with me) and silver blade. She held it in her hands gave a sigh and moved deeper in the cave to a bike, Black, the engine even though obviously powerful came with jet boosters, the shield glass doubles as a screen for tracking or surfing net or even watching TV the bike had an cloaking devise and homing devise, the jets are versatile making the bike available to hover when needed. The seat could open to a huge compartment area.

Off she rode to the direction of Jump city the vigilante known as DA.