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Blood roared in her ears, it drowned out the sound of the large cheering crowd in the bleachers, and the blinding field lights lit up the entire football field. A glare from the lights caught her attention. She gazed up at the dark night sky, completely forgetting where she was standing and what she needed to do. She relished in the cool breeze as it chilled the sweat dripping down her face. Covered in mud and bruises, she stood there as if nothing in the world could go possibly wrong.

Sadly, she was quickly broken from that trans.

"ROX!"

Roxy Butcher turned toward her teammates as they stood off toward their bench.

Ah, she thought to herself. Right.

She jogged back to her team, her crosse held tight in her grip and mask over her eyes.

"You good, girl?" one of her teammates asked. Roxy glanced at her and nodded.

"Yea," she huffed half-heartedly. "Yea, I'm fine."

"This is our last game of the year, Butcher." The team captain snapped. "You have to be better than fine."

Roxy, still rather dazed, nodded again, "Yea, I know. I'm good."

"Alright, ladies." The captain lent in to their huddle. "Let's end this."

Sighing, Gotham Academy's famed athlete, Roxy Butcher, took to the field once again at the end of her sophomore year. She was going to end the year the way she always did, playing the sport she loved…and hating every second of it. The novelty of the sport had grown boring, but being on a full scholarship with Gotham Academy she continued to play. The sport wasn't challenging like it used to be, she could wiz passed these girls with ease and kept Gotham's lacrosse title for the past two years.

It was a comfortable situation.

But something deep inside her begged for something more.

"And Gotham Academy wins!"

What a surprise, Rox frowned and walked off the field, ignoring the celebration with her fellow teammates. All she wanted was to change and go somewhere, anywhere. Somewhere she wouldn't be recognized, anything was better than going home where she would be alone since her father pretty much lived at STAR Labs.

"Not feeling celebratory?"

Roxy paused in her trek as a handsome, muscular man in a suit stepped out from the shadows. She almost had a heart attack he had been so quiet.

"Mr. Wayne?" she said, surprise.

"Miss Butcher," he held out his hand to her. She hesitated.

"Um, sorry, my hands are still kind of sweaty." She insisted and avoided his gaze by staring just over his left shoulder. He gripped her hand anyways and offered a small smile. Though, the smile didn't seem like his demeanor, he stood stiff and spoke formally. The only time she ever saw Bruce Wayne was on the news the one time she accidentally flipped to the channel. In fact, she knew that Mr. Wayne rarely showed up to Gotham Academy events even though he is the prominent donator to the school. She was aware that his son Dick went to the school but she never met him.

"A little sweat never hurt anyone." He told her. His hand completely eclipsed hers, which intimidated her, but she gripped his hand with as much force as he did.

"Ook," she raised an eyebrow and smiled in return to the billionaire. "Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Wayne?"

"Yes, actually there is."

Roxy looked up at him with surprise. Billionaire and playboy Bruce Wayne wanted something from her? What could he possibly want from a sophomore star lacrosse player?

"I would like to personally invite you to a private get together at Wayne Manor," he dug his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a white envelope. "It's a formal gathering. But I wanted to introduce you to the Gotham University recruiter and discuss scholarship opportunities with you."

Taken completely off guard, her shaky hand took the letter from his hand and looked up at him with disbelief.

"Gotham U recruiter?" she murmured. "But I'm just a sophomore."

"I saw you play out there tonight." He stepped toward her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You can definitely go places with the right help. The event is tomorrow night, I hope you can make it."

"Um, uh," she blinked repeatedly trying to convince herself this was a dream. "Yes, of course! Thank you, Mr. Wayne."

"Please, the pleasure is all mine." He headed back toward his car where she spotted his son Dick standing there typing away on his phone. "Have a good night, Miss Butcher. Try to celebrate a little, you won state for the second year in a row, after all."

Roxy watched as Bruce got into the drivers seat, but for a split second her hazel eyes met the bright blue ones of his adopted son. She could see a hint of jealousy in his stare, which she full heartedly retaliated with nose scrunched, narrowed eyed glare. Dick swung the car door open, not breaking eye contact with the star athlete and ducked his head into the vehicle; they departed in their slick black car seconds later.

Roxy's eyes turned down to the white envelope in her hand. She saw through the illusion of such an honorable invitation, she saw what it really was…publicity, money, and stuck up rich people.

That was the last thing she wanted to do.

Which was why she knew she wasn't going.

Roxy was quick to swap out of her filthy lacrosse uniform and into a cropped Gotham Academy sweatshirt and high waisted joggers. She covered her head in the hood, hiding her sweaty mop of a pixie hair cut, her duffle bag tucked over her shoulder and used her free hand to casually twirl her crosse. Her headphones blasted music in her ears as she stared at the ground as she walked.

The air was damp and chill as it usually was for the dark city. The sidewalk she strode down was quiet.

It's too quiet. She realized and looked up. Shit.

She had walked several blocks far passed where she needed to turn and ended up in a very sketchy part of the city. Just as she turned around to backtrack she was met with three men in dark hoodies and all much bigger than she was.

"Hand over the bag and phone, kid." One demanded.

Roxy took off her headphones and let them rest on her shoulders.

"Common criminals?" she raised an eyebrow in amusement. "What a rare find for Gotham City."

"This ain't a joke, hand it over." Two of them stepped forward to grab her. She twirled her crosse in her hand and slapped their hands away and took a step backwards. They gripped their hands like they had just been smacked with a rule.

"You're asking for it, kid." The first one growled.

Roxy stood stiff, her eyes not leaving his, and said, "Call me kid one more time…"

The three men charged at her. She jabbed the first one in the gut, another whacked over the head with the head of the crosse and the heel of her foot landed on the nose of the third one. Without hesitation, she tripped another, sent a crushing blow with her elbow to the nose of the one she already kicked in the face, and a rock solid punch to the first one. She didn't stop there, she landed several more solid blows to the first one til he fell to the ground, out of the corner of her eye she spotted the second guy standing up and spun backwards, kicking him in the throat then punched him in the face. He toppled over.

With the three men majorly dazed Roxy made a break for it and sprinted down the sidewalk back on the side of town she belonged on.

Something awoke inside her and she could feel it. A strange feeling…something she hadn't felt since the first time she held her crosse in the seventh grade. It was new and exciting.

And she wanted more.

What she didn't know, though, that from on top of the building across the street she was being watched by the Dark Knight himself and his Boy Wonder.

"So she took out three guys, so what? What's so interesting about her?" Robin followed his mentor's gaze as it tracked the young Gotham Academy athlete.

"She's been on the Justice League's radar for some time now." Batman muttered. "Specifically Wonder Woman's. She asked me to keep an eye on Roxy Butcher while she was away in Themyscira."

"Wonder Woman?" Robin raised his eyebrows curiously. "Roxy as a sidekick?"

"Potentially." Batman said as he turned to leave. "But I doubt it."