A/N: Hey there! SawSuicide Squad, loved it, especially the character portrayals. This idea sprung from my mind the moment I left the theater. This is my first somewhat serious fic, so please be gentle! Reviews more than welcome. Hope you guys enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except for Abbaraine.
As the clouds part, and the sun shines, the moon sneaks away to sleep in its bed of darkness. What we forget is that it needs its rest, just as the sun, so as to continue its reign on the night.
I look for thee with hungered eyes, in search of pale lit streets and gravitated waves, succumbing to an oddly blissful peace among the blackened lands of Earth.
Chapter 1: Night's Beginning
There comes a time in people's lives, a time where people look at the world from a whole new perspective. Where the sky's hopeful hues fade to an ominous black, the lively streets losing their happy smiles waltzing their ways to their nine to five, and the darkness reveals itself to be much more prominent than any blithe of white light.
That faithful night, an electric green-eyed girl emerged herself from the shadows anew, blood covered and dripping from her fingers. It was not her blood, though, but her family who'd been ostentatiously murdered by the Batman for reasons unknown to her. She so badly wanted to fill the void of deceit and despair as to the cause of this horrifying scene, but all she was left with was the burning, sickening image of a black cape and bat-shaped throwing knives in her parent's throats.
The cold, trembling winds mixed with harsh drops of rain danced their way through the opened windows, into the curtains and onto the floor, creating somewhat of a reflection in front of the bloodied girl. Tears of sadness were soon replaced by anger and frustration was reflection met with reality. The image portrayed was completely unrecognizable, a beautiful disaster devoid of hopes and dreams, with overflowing emotions of uncontained rage. All that shone through a blanket of red were two electrifying emerald glows that had an undeniable thirst for blackened blood.
The girl looked at herself hard, trying to make something of herself with the clock ticking towards fate. The Bat had left her to soak in a crimson bath, but for what? Was it mercy? A mere warning that maybe if she had followed in her parent's footsteps, she would hold the same fate they had? Or maybe it had been that motivation she was so desperately aching for, but clearly, it hadn't been presented in any way she could've imagined. There had to be a means of redemption, some kind of light at the end of the tunnel.
But that had been just it, there was no light, not anymore. Darkness was home now, the shadows her bed she lie in, the seamless black night with no end in sight becoming her home. There was no other choice given to her, she thought, and she knew what she had to do.
"I will kill you Batman," she muttered under her breath, hair covering her face. Electric greens lifted through thick black hair in a rage only told in fairytales, "If it's the last thing I do."
10 Years Later
"Abarraine!" a small voice exclaimed. A little boy no older than thirteen stopped his bike in front of a small row house deep in the heart of Gotham City. "Abaraiiine!"
"Kid, I told you not to call me that," a woman voiced, coming down from the roof of the house in one swift leap. A small 'woah' of awe escaped the boy's lips as the emerald eyed girl made her way over to him with a basket of all sorts of foods. "It's just Rain, remember?"
Her long black hair glistened in the small amounts of light that peeked themselves through the blanket of grey clouds. Gotham hadn't changed a bit, then again, when will it ever change?
"Okay, Rain," the child replied sarcastically. He took the basket from Rain's hands and gave her a big toothy grin. "Who wants to be named rain, anyway? Rain sucks. It always rains here, I hate it."
She laughed at his statement, tousling his blonde curls. His innocence radiated even through ill words, she thought.
"Because the rain cleans everything," she started, taking a seat next to him on a shortened brick wall. "Without rain, the world would be dirty and filled with scum."
The boy tilted his head towards hers after the last word, "Scum?"
Rain smiled again, "Those gross things that seem to linger around."
"Like spiders?" he chimed.
"Yes, Ben, like spiders," she emitted a small smile. "And you don't like those, right?"
The boy shook his head in agreement, not breaking eye contact.
"That's right," she jumped from her seat at the wall, "Alright, get outta here, kid, I'll see ya in a week."
Following a goodbye from the boy, the girl smoothly jumped her way back up to the top of her home, leaving him breathless as she always did. The clouds seemed to get darker by the minute with a grayscale of blacks and greys. Rain kept her place atop her roof, watching as the Gotham night came alive. She had grown with the gang violence and organized crime constantly surrounding her, having to learn on her own how to protect and fend for herself. Growing up with it had made her grow accustomed to the lifestyle, but she had rules that were to never be crossed. As well as the main goal that always haunted her mind, what made her nights sleepless, what caused her sanity to dwindle to a crisp.
Evenings on the rooftop were not just on hers, but throughout the city. Venturing from one to the other in the shadows, constantly training her strength for when the day really comes, Batman was never to be found. It was an endless hunt of the black caped vigilante that brought almost nothing but dead ends, except for one forgotten, familiar bat-shaped throwing knife. She promised she'd slit his throat with it when she killed him, but not before shoving a photo of her and her parents down his throat.
Tonight was a different night, though, adorning plans across the red-orange shingles. It was a blueprint of the United States Mint, the Gotham City Branch, from which she heard a huge hit was going to be made. If other people wanted in, she wanted in to. The girl still had to eat, even if thrills of breaking into a minting building make it a little difficult to make a normal living. Something about stealing, taking things from others that don't deserve, doing away with them afterwards… Rain knew she was sinful, but her sanity and morality was all but there ever since she was 16.
Tips from around her corners had said the Joker was on this heist, and that the end game was one hundred cash printing machines, with the ink and paper to come with it. Having that, the whole city could be at a standstill, easily in the palm of someone's hands. Rain wanted nothing more than to have control, and if she were to pull this off, the Bat would surely come to find her.
There was only one problem, she thought, as she studied the photo of a lime green haired antihero with bright red lips and piercing blue eyes. Rain's eyes couldn't rip hers away from the pictured blue hues. Rain felt something about this man that fascinated her as well, but she couldn't figure out the exact emotion that came with it. Had it really been fascination? She didn't let it wrap itself around her thoughts, the mission couldn't be clouded by unknown feelings for an unknown fellow criminal. The competition had been a feat she hadn't faced yet, which was definitely not going to prove as easy as she thought it would be.
Rain dressed herself in her black leather jumpsuit, a hood meshed with a mask covered most of her face to only reveal her electric greens. Her long hair was pulled into a tight French braid with small throwing knives acting like bobby pins. The jumpsuit had many compartments to hold the gadgets she had stolen over the years, having a nearly endless supply of bombs, knives, and the like.
It was time.
She hopped building to building, surveying what she could of the streets below. The night seemed much less lively than usual, which was a bit suspicious. Maybe Batman actually did some good for this city, she thought. Swift jumps from each ledge brought her to an old cell tower, studying the building below her.
"Damn," she hissed. It looked as if someone had already gotten there. Evidence of the main entrance's guards on the ground in pools of their own blood had proven that. It was time to move fast.
She climbed down from the top of the tower, zip lining with the wires to the top of the minting building. Without making a sound, she landed gracefully from her quick ride. Roof was clear, ground was clear… Everything had been way too easy.
"What the hell?" Rain spat as she looked at the hole in the roof, clearly blown with bigger explosives than she could hope to carry. The lights were off, the shadows and darkness of the night engulfing any visual of the inside. Her heart beat out of her chest, as her chance of stringing Batman towards her was slowly becoming nonexistent.
Quickly, she almost flew through the gaping opening, landing swiftly on the ground inside blackness. Something didn't feel right. This whole mission didn't feel right. Regaining her composure, Rain slowly lifted herself from her lunge off the floor. The sounds of all types of guns, from AK's to pistols, cocking in unison stunned her in her stance, signaling she hadn't been alone.
"Don't shoot her," a sinister voice growled. "She's not a cop, is she?"
A familiar face emerged from the shadows, followed by the lights she had thought been extinct. Pale skin, red lips, big, weakening smile, and those piercing blue eyes. He had worn the same embellished royal purple trench coat, accompanied by darker purple pants with no shirt to show off etched tattoos and an unexpectedly chiseled body.
Rain kept her same stance in the middle of a small Joker commanded army, a flinch could prove to be deadly. He inched his way closer to her, revealing a gleaming smile that could make anyone's knees shake.
"Because if she was," he continued, now only inches in front of her, "We'd have to kill her, wouldn't we?"
No one dare answer the question, but everyone had clearly known the answer. Rain's eyes stared deeply into his, trying to seemingly see through this man that had the power to end her life in a heartbeat. Joker tilted his head closer to hears, as if studying every pore, crease, and hue in her features. Breath held, she did the same, trying to match his intimidation.
"Now let me guess, miss…" he awaited an answer.
"Rain."
A full blown smile grew on his face again. It didn't bother her as much as she would've thought. It actually amused her, weakened her in the chest, calmed her unraveling mind.
"Rain…" he grinned into her name, pushing his face impossibly closer to hers. "Were you tryin' to get those money printin' devices? 'Cause whoever slipped you the dime didn't give you the whole thing."
She clenched her fists hard, nails digging into her palms so hard they drew blood, angered over her opportunity to lure the bat that had been for naught. A maniacal cackle rose from his diaphragm as he walked away from the girl, signaling his henchmen to collect their win of the night. That was it? He was just leaving, just like that? Rain couldn't stand the thought of her not only losing control, but getting mocked afterwards.
She cocked her matte black revolver behind lime green hair, electric eyes pinned to the bright color. Joker's footsteps ceased, and the guns had been pointed her way again, causing him to laugh once more.
"You're not leaving that easily," Rain growled, "I will pull this trigger if you take one more step."
He slowly turned around, listening to her orders, but pushing his luck.
"What d'ya want, sweetie," he cooed. Her gun was now right between his eyes.
"One of those," she tilted her head towards the men holding crates of what she ordered.
"I don't think you're gonna need any new clothes," he laughed, "Black looks nice on ya."
"I don't need it for the money," she spat. This got his attention, just like she knew it would. "I need it for bait, and if you don't give it to me, I'd have to kill you, wouldn't I?"
Rain's bravery in the face of Gotham's King of crime unsettled his composure. Nonetheless, he could never lose to anyone but himself.
"And who's the lucky man?"
Rain stood in silence for a moment, drowning in icy blue. "The Batman."
Joker's smile seemed as though it wanted to rip through his cheeks, while his blue hues widened with what looked like happiness, interest, and overall genuine curiosity. Without warning, he grabbed the revolver from its place on his head and twisted her wrist, causing her to shoot a silver bullet clean into her foot. Rain's mouth couldn't help but emit a frustrated scream of pain as he pulled her against him. The heat radiating off his body was tantalizing, going hand in hand with the pain shooting up her leg accompanied by his grip being the only thing holding her up.
"Batman, huh?" he whispered into her ear. "I think you and I need 'ta have a chat, Miss Rain."
With that, a swift blow to her head rendered her world black, and Rain's dangling body hung effortlessly from purple clad shoulders.