The Republic City Phantom

A/N: Everyone thinks Mako would be Batman but honestly, I think it would be Asami. She has the money and tragedies. This is my AU if Asami had a Batman persona and went around fighting crime as the "Phantom". Read and review!

Chapter One: The End of the Beginning

It was a dark, cold night as the Sato family sat in their mansion around a warm fire. Asami sat with her mother, Aiko, watching the fire, being mesmerized by the flame. Her father Hiroshi was going over the latest design for his invention the Satomobile. Asami had just turned seven the day before and was as happy as any little girl could be. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Aiko put her daughter down and stood, walking over to the door.

Hiroshi let a slight smirk play on his face, one he was happy that his wife didn't catch as she walked past. Aiko opened the door to see a man in a soaked jacket holding his hand close to his chest. She looked upon the man with naïve concern.

"Do you need anything, sir?"

"Yes," he said in a falsely weak voice as a smirk began to play his lips "a bank deposit!"

Before she could think his hand had struck her, making her stumble back as he entered. Not giving her a moment to regain her senses, he had quickly put his hand out letting loose a furious blast of lightning, striking her in the chest. Asami's eye's widened in terror.

"Mom," cried the young girl, going to run towards her fallen parent. The man saw her and began to get ready to fire the deadly blue bolt at her.

"Stop!" yelled Hiroshi "We had a deal!"

"Well," said the man pulling a gun out of his jacket "we didn't shake on it."

Shots rang out as all Asami could see was the jerk of her father's body as the bullets pierced him making him fall. It seemed the crook had emptied the weapon's holster before he stopped. He looked at Asami not taking his eyes off of her as he put the gun back into his jacket. Before she could recover from her shock, he had left.

"Mom… Dad…" She looked at them, knowing exactly what had just taken place. The small girl's body was overcome with shaking as she let tears run down her porcelain face. The memory of their death was fresh in her memory as it replayed over and over. Her father's words, the sound of thunder, the gunshots; it all kept going on in her head.

Their funeral was the next day. Asami couldn't cry; she had done enough of that. She had cried all the tears she could last night. She watched quietly as their caskets were lowered into the ground. Her small fists clenched. What 'deal' was her father talking about? She shook her head clear of those thoughts and just focused on the wooden cases hat held her parents.

She responded to people as they gave her their condolences, but that wouldn't bring them back. No matter how much anyone mourned, it would not change what had happened. When it was over she had gone home, she had inherited everything. Why? Did they expect a little girl to run an entire company? Asami shook her head. It was late. She would go to sleep. In the morning things would be different. She could feel it.

Ten years had passed and Asami was now a seasoned business owner, managing to keep Sato Industries on top. She was seventeen now. The years had done her well and she grew to be stunningly beautiful. Her raven hair grew with gentle waves and curls; she painted her lips a deep red and her eyes were a beautiful emerald color. Any man would drool at the sight of her. But no matter how dainty she looked, she was more than capable of handling herself.

After her parents death she had decided to condition herself so she could defend herself against anyone, mentally and physically. She was nearly hell-bent on avenging her parent's death and stopping anyone from suffering the same fate. She looked at her maid and nodded. The day was nearly over and she was going to try it tonight. She had been was planning on disguising herself to scout the city and what was wrong with it.

She had worn the most normal clothes she owned, a beige jacket and some jeans. That's what non-business people wear, right? She was sure that was what they wore. After letting out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, she opened the door and walking out. Why was she nervous? She dealt with people every day, ones more proper and judgmental than the ones she was about to face. But this was a different world, Asami thought to herself, it's Republic City's nightlife; it's eat or be eaten out here now. But it –hopefully– wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

The city was bright with the lights of casinos, bars, and theaters. It would have been an amazing sight if she didn't know the horrors of the inner workings of the place. She walked around the darker parts of town, where most of the crime took place. It was where the Triads stayed.

A scream echoed through the alleys, alerting Asami. She ran to where the shrill noise came from. As she rounded the corner she saw a group of Triple Threats attacking a woman who looked to be from he higher class parts of the city's nightlife.

"Hey!" yelled Asami angrily, affectively getting their attention. Quick, think of something witty. "Pick on someone your own size!" Great one, Asami.

What looked to be the leader smirked at her "Like you?"

Asami prepared herself as they came at her. Benders; some of them oppressed anyone that seemed weaker. They underestimate her. She has the advantage now. One's fist came at her engulfed in a flame. Asami stepped to the side, avoiding what would be a very painful burn and grabbed his wrist managing to throw him into one of his comrades. The one who had been left had attempted to throw her in the air with his earthbending. Bad move, Triad. Asami did a sequence of flips before coming down and hitting the poor man in the head. He fell back, hitting the ground with a thud as she landed.

"W-Who are you?!" cried the firebender.

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out." She smirked. "Now get out of my sight."

The three men scrambled up and ran. As they got smaller a loud bang rang through the area. Then suddenly, Asami felt a searing pain in her side. It was bleeding. She'd been shot. She had to get home quickly. Get this wound patched up before it caused any real damage. She quickly walked back to her estate, calling over a maid immediately.

It was tonight she realized that this wouldn't stop. No matter what the police did, there would be something… someone to defy them. They needed someone to fear, someone who would go after them. They needed a beautiful nightmare. They needed her. This was only the beginning. She would start making preparations as soon as possible. She would be the savior Republic City needs.

A/N: So, how'd you like it so far? I thought it was okay. And before anyone asks; this will follow the events of The Legend of Korra. As you can see, the story will be told with a view on only Asami's emotions and thoughts. The italics are her thoughts. Anyways, read and review please!