I screamed as the wind whipped at me. My long crimson red locks whipped around my form. It hung in gentle waves down my back to the bottom of my bum. The hold on my thin wrist was tight. My thin form dangled over the edge of the fifty-plus story building. Tears stained my pale skin. I looked younger than I really was.

"Get her up!" Rachel cries out in a panic.

The sight of her child sized sister hanging over the edge of the building was doing a number on her. It was doing a bigger one on me. If I had not emptied my bladder moments before this I would surely have done it now.

Believe me I love heights, but this was not what I had pictured. I had gone for a lunch break. Sitting on the ledge of the roof of the building. Harvey had snuck out and startled me. I, naturally, screamed bloody murder and jumped. Of course the only way to fall was backwards. I tumbled over the ledge grabbing for Harvey as he grabbed for me.

Harvey gave one sharp tug. I flew up and over the ledge. I slammed down onto the roof with a thud. My first reaction to this? Hug the ground. I hugged it with all of my five feet and one inch form.

I was built a lot like my sister. We were both long limbed, and thin. That was it. I had bright, pale blue eyes and a softer face. I was your average Irish girl. Or at least what people pictured when you think of an Irish girl. Long wavy crimson red hair and those blue eyes. I had ghostly eyes. They usually had warmth in them. Unless I was working. Then they had my normal cold look to them, even if I smiled. Nobody took me seriously until they saw my eyes. Either way, I had freckles and my form was a little more filled out than Rachel's.

I was her half sister. We shared a mother. My father died not long after mother married him. My name is Maeve Duane Lorcan. I am aware of the meaning of my name. Father thought it would be funny. Intoxicating little and dark, little fierce one. Yes. Father knew I would be short. My mother was and so are most women on father's side. He was hilarious.

Either way, I love and hate my name. I love that it is unique. I hate it when people figure out the meaning. Yes, I have the Irish temper. I manage it well. I must. To get by as Rachel's sister I must hide it from the media. They would have a field day.

I'm a cop. I let my temper go there. I let the media and world look at me as the weak little sister who looks like a 14 year old. In truth I am 23. Yay... I look younger. I usually hide the freckles so I look around 16 at the least.

I sat at my desk reading over a form. I was filling it out only because Gordon, my adoptive father, made me. I was filling it out so it would legally be known that I was a detective and I would work more with the prisoners if not on a case.

"Mae!" Gordon calls as I finish the form with a flourish.

I look up and a soft smile comes to my face. My eyes were warm like most of the time. As I said before, they were cold when I was serious or anything but happy. I had mastered making them look warm when they usually wouldn't be.

Gordon threw a bullet proof vest my way along with setting a SWAT issue rifle on my desk. I smile brighter. They came in. I turned my back to the room and Gordon blocked me from view. I undid my top and slipped the vest on. I had to get it special order. The rifle was for me to keep in the GPD building.

I left the building with Gordon at my side. I was smiling and joking around. Gordon was stressed and trying to seem chipper.

"Mae!" Rachel calls as she spots me.

She rushes over and links arms with me. I smile up at her as we head off for the dress shop to get our dresses. We had to go to our friend Bruce's party tonight.

A few hours later we were in the lift. Harvey was on Rachel's arm. I had heels on so I stood at a grand total of five feet and four inches going on five feet and five inches. My hair was down for once and shining in its wavy form. I had an emerald green gown on. It had a corseted bodice that laced in the front. It was held up by thin straps that went over my milky pale shoulders. The gown reached the floor in a beautiful tattered ended way. It was silk. I had more make up on, thanks to Rachel's insistence. It was the whole deal. She had put eye make up on me, lipstick, and a light blush. All on top of my foundation to cover the freckles.

"Al!" I great happily as I leap out of the lift to greet the man I had grown up seeing. Rachel came out with Harvey. People crowded the penthouse that Bruce called home until his manor was rebuilt. Alfred stooped to hug me. I paid no mind to it.

"Miss Lorcan," Alfred greets with a smile.

"So does this mean you are my date? I would hate to pull it stag again."

"I'm sorry, but I'm a little old to be a date for you."

I pout as we meld in with the crowd. I had left Harvey and Rachel behind. Alfred looses me a while later. I stand with my glass of champagne by the end of the food bar. A male was next to me and smirking down at me. I was ignoring him. He wasn't too bad of a looker. I just didn't like him. He was a stuck up nit who bugged me at every party.

I let out a startled squeak and my pelvic shoots forwards. I turn sharply as my hand whips out. He looks shocked at the fact that I had just struck him. My Irish accent was showing as I became angry. It always did. I had picked it up from father and the family when I moved to Ireland for the few years after his death.

"Keep your bloody hands to yourself, prat," I hiss as I glare up at him. The warmth was gone from my eyes.

I threw the contents of my glass on him before turning. A man in clown make up was there. I send him a dark look before shoving my glass into his hand and melting into the crowd to find Rachel. She saw me coming. Bruce sent me a questioning look before whisking off with Harvey.

"He do it again?" Rachel asks while looking down at me with a soft smile.

I link my arm with hers as I huff and calm down. Rachel smiles as I calm down and smile back up at her.

Our moment is broken though. The clown man stood in the middle of the room with his gun aimed at the roof. Smoke came from the barrel.

"Ladies a-nd gent-lemen, I am to-nights enter-tain-ment," he calls out in a high voice with a grandiloquent drawl to his words.

The effect was frightening. The scions behind him had guns and clown masks on. He picked his way down the food bar. Rachel clung to my arm tight. I let her and tried to make it look like I clung to her. I didn't want people thinking she was weak. My cop side kicked in as he threatened an old man. I went to push forwards.

"Ok, stop," she calls as she pushes me behind her.

I stand a little back as he turns his attention to her. He looked like he lacked the art of hygiene. He was trying to be suave as he talked to her. I was unable to stay back as he put the blade to her mouth.

"Leave her be," I demand as I push from the crowd and closer to them. I could reach out and snatch Rachel if I wished. "She hasn't done anything."

He smirks at me as he laughs. His tongue shoots out to lick his lips as he looks me over. I stand tall as he pulls back from Rachel. My hand snatches her elbow and yanks her behind me. Rachel was mine. Nobody hurt my things.

"A-nd what have yo-u done?" he asks as he takes a small step towards me.

I don't let his height intimidate me. My fist was pulled back and flying for his face before I could think. It landed. Hard. My fist hurt as he fell back laughing hard. He held a hand at the corner of his mouth.

We locked eyes as he pulled his gloved hand away. There was a little blood on the corner of his mouth. He smirked as I spoke.

"That. Only a fool threatens helpless people," Rachel was gripping my left arm tight now. Warning me. My eyes flicked to look him over in one millisecond of a glance. "From the looks of it, you are one."

This was not the first time I saw him. I was at the mob meeting when he did his 'magic trick'. I had been spying. Under cover.

He frowns. Rachel pulled me back. I stumbled backwards and fell into a man. He, thankfully, caught me as Rachel kicked the clown.

"I like 'em f-iesty," he says while smiling at her.

"Then you'll love me," a gravely voice says as they throw a punch at the man's face.

Batman duked it out with the clown and his men. I was gathered up by Rachel. She was frowning down at me.

"You know not to do that, Mae," she scolds, "I had it under control."

I knew what she would say next. She shut her mouth tight and fast, cutting herself off. She would mention my size compared to his and how dangerous it would have been. Said it was a lucky punch I had thrown.

Rachel was pulled from me quickly. She screamed as the person holding her held her over the ledge of the balcony. Batman was there in seconds. A male from the crowd held me back as we all held our breaths.

"Let her go," Batman orders.

The clown looks a little thoughtful as he glances at Rachel like he couldn't believe that Batman had said that.

"Bad choice of words," the clown says as he looks at the Batman again and releases Rachel.

Over the edge. I scream at the same time Rachel does. Down she goes. Batman threw himself over the balcony after her. I flew from the person's grasp and to the ledge. I leaned over it as I watched the descent with the clown not far from me.

"Rachel!" I scream as I reach the ledge. I saw the irony in this. I couldn't laugh though. My sister was just dropped over the balcony of our friend's home.

I'm spun around quickly. I squeak as the person grips my chin and pins me to the wall by the door to go back in. My head jerks up harshly as the person forces me to look at them. It was the clown. I glare at him. My knee connects with his soft spot before he can finish the first syllable coming out of his mouth.

He jumps back while laughing in pain. I quickly rush inside. I run. He was hot on my heels. I kick my high heels off as I run. The clown holding the elevator open looks dumbstruck by me running toward him. I had the gown knotted up in my left hand as I ran. I threw the masked man at the clown man racing after me. I closed the elevator doors quickly.

Our eyes had locked for that second while the doors closed. He was smiling widely at me. I hit the only other floor I could. The lobby. The doors opened and I wasted no time in rushing for the doors.

"Eeh!" I scream as arms circle my waist and lift me from the ground mid sprint.

I thrashed in their hold. It was the clown and he was breathing a little hard from the mad dash he made down the stairs. My fists pounded on his chest uselessly.

"LET ME GO!" I yell as he holds me against himself on his way out of the building.

His scions were lagging behind.

"Scoundrel!" I yell as we reach the sidewalk.

Heads turn our way. I was trying to kick and hit him as much as I could. The door to a van opens. I grab on to the sides and lock my legs so they couldn't get me in. All the training I had gone through for work was useless here. The man frowned at this. He seemed reluctant to hit me.

Another scream escaped me as arms circled my tiny waist and yanked me from behind. My form was too small and I was yanked backwards.

"Heathens!!" I scream as I fall backwards onto the person.

The gown of my dress had blown up to flash a little of my thighs and my legs. I squeaked as the man in the make up threw my heels at me. I covered my head. The door slammed shut behind him and the van lurched forwards.

Cops flew by as I stood cornered at the back of the van. They were watching me. My eyes were flicking from the man stooped and ready to launch at me and the man in make up who was calmly regarding me.

The man jumped at me. I was too swift for him. I lifted my knee and he bashed his head on it, falling backwards. He groaned as he lay on the floor, knocked out. I had my eyes on the man in make up now. He was smirking while laughing at the downed man.

I screamed as my hand found its mark and I flew out the back clutching the door. The van was slowing gradually. The man was up then. Rushing for me. I leap off the van and hit the ground with my arms up covering my head. No matter my efforts, I smacked my head on the ground after rolling for a bit with cars swerving to avoid hitting me. The world went to black.