Chapter 1
It was dark outside, a thin layer of frost covered the streets, and thick fog polluted the air. Just another typical night in Gotham. Dogs were barking and you could hear gunshots in the distance. It really was the most depressing place ever, riddled with crime everywhere you turn. No one understood why people didn't just move! The city was one of the worst in the world and the famous "Batman" really wasn't all that helpful.
Artemis surveyed the streets from a roof top. "This place is definitely the bees knees" she thought to herself. She was a vigilante who didn't play by the rules. She was raised to take care of herself and that wasn't about to change. Even though she saved lives every night, Artemis really didn't feel like a hero. A good hero would respect the fact that the leader of the Justice League didn't like share the streets of Gotham. A good hero would leave the city's crime to the Batman while she made her way to a less dangerous, and more boring city.
No, she may have been a hero, but she definitely wasn't a good hero.
She draws an arrow and preps her bow, looking for any disturbances. She had always wanted to be a hero and her challenge had always been how to go about that. She didn't have powers and she wasn't able to alter herself with chemicals like the Flash. She is still embarrassed to admit that she practically stole Green Arrows entire persona. The bow, the tricked out arrows, the colour green! Training was the hardest part. Turning her body into a weapon took her a few years. Building up strength and target practice consumed her life. She lost friends, and started failing school. But it was worth it. She was positive that she could beat Green Arrow in a fight. She only had respect for Green Arrow. He clearly wasn't the best person but at least he managed not to be the most annoying member of the Justice League. (That spot was held for Superman!) She would willingly admit that she has detailed files containing everything she knows about each member of the Justice League. Which honestly isn't a lot, the League is extremely secretive. Besides, she wasn't the best at gaining intel.
The thought of the Justice League made her sick to her stomach. She felt as if they were just a bunch of pretentious, stuck up "Heroes" that only cared about flashy ways to help people. She knew that they helped people, but if they were honest enough they would take their masks off. Her real name is Artemis and even though she covers her face, she is still honest. As a kid, she was taught never to judge people, but as a regular person, she really had an issue with the Justice League. Batman was the worst member by far. The "Caped Crusader" really pissed her off. She hated how he was so territorial about Gotham, he barely spent time there! His villains were cheesy guys with things on their heads. The only reason they were so famous is because Batman screwed up all the time and let them kill people.
"Help! Help!" Artemis looked below and saw a hooded figure trying to mug a poor young woman. Artemis always hated criminals. Men like that had been hurting her since she was a child and she hated when they hurt other people.
"Help! Someone please help me!" Cried the woman. Artemis aimed, making sure she was spot on. She inhaled deeply, making sure she was steady and fired. The deep yell altered her that she had hit dead on. She aimed again, and took the shot. She was really overdoing it, but she had some anger today. Artemis always had anger. She made her way down the buildings fire escape to where the man was knocked out and the woman had fled.
"Your welcome" Artemis muttered. The people in Gotham really were selfish. She had done some work in Star City and when she saved people there, they were forever grateful. Working in Gotham always was conflicting, it defiantly had the most to do, but no hero worship. She then cuffed the guy to a drain pipe and called the police. She left her calling card next to his body. She knew that calling cards were stupid and a good way to get caught. But, she couldn't resist. The calling card was kind of her way to give Batman the middle finger. She then made her way down the alley, making sure on her way to kick over some trash cans.
"Screw the Batman, and screw Gotham!" She yelled before disappearing into the night.
On the building across the street a person shook his head. He had been watching the girl in green on the distant rooftop all night. He had seen her save that woman, but he also saw her outburst. He pitied her. The Batman was a courageous hero that gave him a home when he needed it most. The person was determined to meet this girl and to change her mind.