The girl was gazing straight down into the river below. It was a long fall from her perch on the bridge, and the water was black and seemingly impenetrable. After a good look she leaned her head back and relished the cool night breeze as it tossed her natural crimson hair about her shoulders. Her legs dangled gingerly over the edge.
She felt a presence behind her at once; her body straightened up and stiffened reflexively. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to be up here alone after dark. This was Gotham, after all, but she needed to get away. Get some fresh air, or at the very least fresher than most other spots in the city.
Her hand dropped to her side as she thought about the small knife tucked into her right black boot.
"I know you're there", she said evenly, hooking an arm around the beam closest to her.
Silence, for a moment, then a low, balanced chuckle. "I assumed as much", the man replied. The girl wasn't sure why, but the tone of his voice made her feel comfortable with standing, and she did so quickly, turning to face her visitor.
Clad in black, slim, shaved head. Intense eyes...she couldn't tell if they made her feel uneasy or intrigued.
"You are aware of your surroundings, I'll give you that, but I've been watching you for longer than you think."