It was loud. This was unlike every other night in Gotham thanks to the new prison, Arkham City, but tonight seemed very, very noisy. With the new mega prison taking in a new "famous" inmate it would be impossible not to notice why the city was so full of life on this evening. With Hugo Strange and his group of TYGER mercenaries arresting every known criminal in Gotham. From lowly white collar criminals, to real nut-jobs, like the Joker. Everyone knew the rules "Follow the law and you get to go home at night. Break a law however, and you'll be left to the mercy of the various criminals and psychos behind those walls." However, some decided to speak against Arkham City. They saw it for what it was... a place where crime wouldn't die down but flourish. Most notably taking a stance against Arkham City was Gotham playboy billionaire, Bruce Wayne. Never the man for politics, his calling of a press conference right outside was very shocking to the general public. Most shocking of all though, his arrest.

"She's mine!"

"No fair! I called her first."

"Screw you both, that's mine." The inmates were riled up and it wasn't because they were being processed. No, it was a woman, possibly the first woman any of them had seen in a long time. All eyes were on her, with her brown hair and matching brown eyes also boasting a slim petite build.

"Shut it and keep moving!" Roared a TYGER guard from the back. "What are you looking at me for? Keep moving!" He yelled at her.

"Hold up. Strange wants to see her personally."

"All right, get her to him." She was shoved on by the guard behind her. No kind treatment here, this place was meant to keep the most dangerous of criminals from terrorizing the streets. Arguably, it was getting the job done.

They entered the dark office of the warden.

"Please, sit down." An ominous voice spoke from the shadows. The girl did as she was told and sat down in the cold metal chair.

"What is your name?" The girl looked down at the floor then at her black nails.

"I did this before I got here, what do you think?" She said as she showed him her nails.

"I asked for your name."

"Oh, I don't have one." She answered nonchalantly.

"I see. No foolish aliases or monikers either?"

"None to speak of."

"Very well then, when is the last time you committed murder, Miss?"

"Last Saturday."

"The people outside of the office building?"

"No. Right after I killed them, I went home only to find some bums trying to break in. I took the pistol off of one and shot him right in between the eyes, I wanted him to see it coming. Then other before then the other started to beg for his life. So, I told him to run, he did and that's when I put a bullet in his back."

"What was going through your mind at the time?"

"I was trying to understand why they broke in, I have nothing of value. But who cares? They were in the wrong place at the wrong time and I like killing."

"And so you just did? Interesting..." She could hear a pencil move about paper as they spoke. "I want to hear more about this love of killing, why does it drive you so?"

"I couldn't tell you that for sure."

"Just try."

"You know what I used to do back at my cell in the Asylum? I thought about killing obviously. One day some bitch reporter came up and started interviewing everyone from the Maxie Zeus to Penguin and when she got to me she asked why I was smiling. I don't just like killing. I'm not just good at it and I'm going to tell you that it's my art or that I do it for laughs or some other BS like that. When I kill I get stronger. My head goes light, my body gets all numb, there's no strain or anything, and I get faster and stronger. Every time I kill I become more than myself, y'know? Like a god or something. They create and I take away. That kind of makes me a savior, huh?

"Fascinating..." She could hear him scribbling down something.

"What are you writing?"

"Nothing. Why did you allow yourself to be caught this time, I must say my TYGER troops spent a little more time than they should have hunting you down."

"After that little office building thing? I could get away, I kept tripping."

"Excuse me?"

"I kept falling down from laughing to hard."

"I see. Do you know where you are?"

"Arkham City aka Hell on earth."

"Very good." She winced as the lights came on, only to look up and see the man who was questioning her. He was tall and weary looking, with greying facial hair and round glasses. However, he didn't look like he was to be taken lightly.

"I have a proposition for you."

"What would that be?"

"You used to work as a hired killer correct?"

"Of sorts."

"I'd like to hire you to eliminate some of the more "high up" undesirables.

"What?"

"Fiends. Like the Joker, Cobblepot, Dent. I already have someone else working to take more "subtle" targets but I need someone like them someone who is on their level and who is known to them, in case my other plan doesn't work either. It will just look like another loss to gang violence."

"I don't think so." She said as she got up.

Click Click

"I hope you weren't planning on leaving without my permission, Miss." She could see that she was surrounded by the armed TYGER guards.

"What are you going to do?"

"I have a plan to cleanse this city of the scum that infects it."

"What about me?"

"You will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams."

"All right. Where do I sign?"