THE FOLLOWING STORY IS NOT MEANT TO BREACH ANY COPYRIGHT LAWS SET BY WARNER BROTHERS AND DETECTIVE COMICS. THIS IS SOLELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. THIS IS MY VERSION OF WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE FINAL EPISODE OF BIRDS OF PREY, DEVIL EYES.

Chapter 1: ONE SHOT

The Huntress stood on a five-story apartment block looking down on a darkened alleyway. A teenage girl had just begun walking down it, clearly in a world of her own. It had been a quiet night, so she had nothing better to do. In fact she and Oracle had been having a lot of quiet nights ever since Harley Quinn had been sent to Arkham Asylum. Too quiet.

You'd think they'd be happy if things were quiet, in a way they were, but the last time things went this quiet it was when Harley Quinn was putting the organised back into Gotham crime. Though this was a dark and worrying thought, Helena, Barbara and Dinah tried to ignore it. The last thing they needed was to be more depressed than they already were.

On the upside it allowed them to grieve and deal with their emotions. It let Barbara get over losing Wade, the guilt she felt for letting him into her life and, even though she would never admit it, the betrayal she felt when Helena told Harley about him. Then Helena could deal with the pain, anger and feelings of betrayal she had from Harley Quinn and then get over the guilt of betraying Barbara, Wade, Dinah and Alfred herself.

"Oracle, let's just call it a…" The Huntress began but stopped due to a sudden amount of unexplained activity in the alleyway below. "Give me a second."

"Huntress…" Oracle started.

"Don't worry; it just looks like a mugging" Huntress interrupted, jumping off the roof and landing gracefully behind the assailants.

But when she approached she saw something glinting in one of the assailant's hand. Before the Huntress could think he stabbed it into a girl's neck and pressed down. Huntress thought the poor kid was in for it but all she did was slide down the wall clutching her neck.

"Hey, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" The Huntress says.

The men turn around and give each other pleased grins. "You should really stay out of other people's business…" One of them said.

"It can get you into trouble," The other finished.

"I was thinking the exact same thing for you too, boys," The Huntress shot back.

The Huntress jumped into a basic fighting stance and took out one of the men with a high kick to the head before they could even blink. She quickly turned to the other guy and knocked him out with an elbow and punch to the head.

She then turned to the girl who the men had attacked, who was now leaning against the wall staring at her in awe.

"I don't know who you are, but thank you," The girl said. She had a heavy English accent and she made no attempt to hide it or maybe she was; the Huntress wasn't sure.

"No problem, are you alright?" The Huntress asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," She replied. "Who are you?"

"People call me the Huntress. And do you have a name kid?"

"Alexis, and thanks again. Now I have to go."

"Wait."

"What?"

"I'm not sure what those guys injected into you but I'm not taking any chances. Take this number and call it if you need anything. I hope this is the last time we see each other. Bye, Alexis," The Huntress said, handing Alexis a card.

"Thank you," Alexis said, leaving the alleyway.

"Huntress, why did you give so much away to her? She's like thirteen," Oracle said over the coms.

"There's something about her. Those men I just beat up injected her with something. I'm bringing a sample back to the clock tower. And anyway, I gave the kid Reese's number. I'll be back soon," The Huntress said, producing a tissue from her pocket.

She picked up the needle and then scaled the five-story apartment block once again. "You better be right Huntress," Oracle said, as Huntress made her way quickly across the rooftops of Gotham city.