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Chapter 1: The Crazy Writer
A lady with long, night black hair and chocolate brown eyes is sitting at the docks lazily listening to the ocean waves, the only thing that is occupying the silence that she has surrounded herself with.
She turns and looks toward the city, feeling the silence of the night flow through the stale, cold air of the dark, eerie streets of Bludhaven. No one should be out during this time, but she didn't care about the danger that lurks in the dark corners of the streets. She actually finds amusement in the darkness, since what is hidden is usually what she after.
The clouds in the night sky clear, letting the moonlight escape into the cityscape and revealing details that aren't normally noticeable in the daylight. The lady hums softly as she turns her attention back to the ocean to think of her next move. She has been wondering around Bludhaven for the past two hours for inspiration, but sadly nothing happened. Not even a simple mugging.
A yawn left her lips, Guess I am going to Gotham tomorrow... she thought before pausing moment and looking at her wristwatch. Or I can go now... She stares for about a minute before humming softly, but that requires effort... she thought before hearing a soft hum from behind. She turns to see a truck parking next to a warehouse. She tilts her head as she watches men come out of the building like little worker ants and starts unloading its cargo. The lady stares at the men assessing the situation for a moment before approaching them nonchalantly.
She stops behind one of them as he grabs a box unload. "What's in the box?" she asks calmly.
The male froze for a second, before dropping the box and pointing a gun at the lady. "W-Who are you?!" he yells at the girl, catching the attention of everyone else in the warehouse.
Judging from his reaction the lady could tell the henchman is new. She simply kneels down and inspects the spilt contents of the box. "A friend..." she answers as she sifts through the foam to find high graded chemicals in small cylinders. And who would need these... she thought, already coming up with several names. She hears a click and looks up to see the grunt pointing a gun at her head.
"Who are you?" he growls again.
The lady sighs as she calmly gets up. She looks up at the male about to answer his question but stops when they hear someone yell, "What the hell was that noise?!" She clicks her tongue at the new voice before glancing at the male, noticing he was distracted. She takes the chance to silent duck behind the loading truck.
She leans close to the truck as she listens to the panicked male, "There is a wom-" He stops, obviously because she 'disappeared.' "Wha... she was standing right there!" She peers out from her to see the male frantically looking around for her. It's always funny to do the classic Batman disappearing act just to get a reaction. They usually have a gawking look on their face that screams 'Batman is near!' when in reality it is just her screwing with them to fill her boredom. She should stop doing that, but that is never going to happen.
The lady looks at the 'leader,' as she calls him in her head. The male was like any other grunt leader: looks important, acts important-probably wants to be important. Good thing that is never gonna happen. He should have picked a different career choice. He wore dark brown combat boots with long black pants tucked into them. A black belt held up his pants and he a dark red button up shirt with a black leather jacket. Yep, this man is trying too hard. "I don't see anyone... hurry up. Now get back to work," the male says before looking in her direction. They made eye contact for a brief moment before she quickly moved back.
And he saw me... wonderful... She takes a few steps back as she hears footsteps getting near her. She hears a click and immediately rolls under the truck. She watches the male linger in her previous hiding spot for a moment before he walked away. The lady sighs, 3...2...1- And something grabs her legs and pulls her out. She came face to face with a gun to her face and the leader looking at her. "Before you say anything, can I at least get your name?" the male glares at her ready to pull the trigger with his free hand, while the other still had a tight grip on her leg.
"You don't look like a bat-brat..."
"Fortunately for you, I am not...But unfortunately..." She kicks him between the legs, hearing a satisfying yelp before the leader fell to the ground holding his groin. "I can still be just as annoying." She gets up and dusts herself off. "Sleep well." She kicks his head, knocking him out cold. "For now..."