Well, well, well, this is a fanfic I didn't see myself making for at least another two months.
Eh, but I blame the fact that inspiration took its course and thus this whole chapter was created in less than an hour. Regardless, enjoy my sudden burst of inspiration, people.
It was one brisk night on the western side of Gotham when an unusual shadow that was not bat shaped was atop one of the city's high rooftops. Indeed, sitting on top of one of Gotham City's countless gargoyles that were usually perched right on the edges of many buildings, a young woman held a newspaper in her hands and scanned it over. Only the normal news about some super villain was on the front headlines and it spoke once more about the city's mysterious Batman.
The young lady shook her head as she turned the page; she held no interest in the Batman as long as he didn't have any in her.
She then thought about that for a second.
Why would the Batman have interest in a young lady who had blood red hair, ghost white skin, had claws for fingers and toes, unnaturally pointy ears, wore nothing but slick, skin tight, black stealth suits most of the time, and was a world renowned thief?
Well she wasn't renowned in Gotham City so maybe that was the main reason but that didn't mean that he wouldn't be keeping an eye out for her.
Still, the young woman went on with minding her own business and skipped the sports section of the paper. She then happened to flip to the obituary section of the paper and her eyes instantly caught sight of a dead man's last words that lied right underneath his picture. She could care less about who the person was or what he looked like, in which, she went right to his last words.
Reading aloud, she said, "It was once said that evil was a point of view. That we are all immortal. And what we have before us are the rich feasts that conscience cannot appreciate and mortal men cannot know without regret. God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately he takes the richest and the poorest, and so shall we; for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like him as ourselves, dark angels not confined to the stinking limits of hell but wandering his earth and all its kingdoms. And yet it is up to each and every man on this wandering planet to choose their path in life. Their path which will lead them to be rich or poor, alive or dead, happy or sad. However, the path which every man must first take is either the path of good or evil. In the eyes of God and the Devil, each and every one of us will take on the path of evil in the other's eyes".
Taking a moment to sum up the lesson of the man's last words, the strange being gathered herself before taking the paper and chucking it over the edge of the building.
"...Hmm," She hummed for a second and then snapped her eyes over several rooftops to a certain building. "The time for words is over. The time for action is now". A smirk danced across her shadowy face as she leaned over the gargoyle and gracefully fell a few stories before suddenly vanishing in thin air and appearing only a block away from her destination.
Leaping a great distance from her current rooftop, she managed to do a backflip in midair as she made contact with the hard concrete of a window's edge. It took a great deal of discipline to make sure that she didn't look down at the hundred foot drop or accidently take a step back since her feet were perfectly placed so she wouldn't fall.
Pausing just for a moment to take a breath of air, the mysterious mistress lowered both of her hands to the clear glass right before her. Unnatural, sharp fingernails slowly began to trace a circle in the glass.
"This is going to be too easy," She spoke to herself rather than to anyone else as she cut a hole in the glass and was sure to make it big enough so that she could fit through.
As she carefully took the circle of glass out from the window, she smirked once more as she slipped into the building and set the circle down on top of someone's office desk.
The shadowy being silently slipped out of the room and made her way into a rather long hallway, blending and walking amongst the shadows as she went down the hall. Taking her time, she glanced in and out of each room she passed by but made sure not to stray from her mission.
It was only at the end of the hallway that the mysterious woman found what she had been looking for. The door was, of course, locked but was easily unlocked when the young lady sent her fist right through the door handle. Wiping a few specks of dust and metal off of her glove, she proceeded into the room and watched her step as a tripwire awaited any thief that might try to enter.
Years of experience on the job provided the shadowy being knowledge and a sixth sense of such petty tricks to insure that failure was not an option.
Still, just because she had experience did not mean that she could just let her guard down. No, not one little bit. This was proved by her eyes as they darted across the room at a sharp speed and her graceful movements went unnoticed as they silently brought her closer and closer to her objective.
For the most part, the room was quite empty, except for a little safe at the far end of the space and placed right up and against the wall.
"Perfect conditions for a trap of any kind…"! The mysterious mistress thought to herself as she drew a silver knife from her black, leather belt.
She stood right before the safe and expected smoke pelts, poison darts, ninja assassins, more tripwires, throwing stars, pressure plates, an explosion, or, God forbid, the Dark Knight himself!
Nothing…
Yep… Nothing at all…
Nothing came at her and no one broke through the wall, prepared to fight her.
Turning her attention to the corners of the room, she quickly held out her knife at each corner as to attack someone but still found that no one was in the room with her.
Having thought the whole situation over, the young lady simply shook her head and pinned her easy mission on good fortune.
However, after breaking into the safe, her shadowy eyes widened at her catch.
A single penny.
"What the hell…."!? She hissed silently as her communicator quietly went off. Rolling her eyes in disgust over the item before her, she then answered the watch-like object on her wrist.
"I hope you've got what I asked you for, Maria". A screechy voice seemed to warn her through the communicator. "It's absolutely-"
"Yeah, yeah," The girl huffed as she gazed back down at the penny. "It's absolutely important that I get you this item for you so that you can get money by selling it on the market".
"Maria, I hope that isn't backtalk I hear coming from you". The voice then paused and then said, "Either way, I hope you've got-"
"A stupid penny"? She guessed as she pulled a small flashlight from her pocket and shined it on the coin.
"Yes," It responded to her even though it sounded irritated by her. "It's one of the first pennies ever made in America and belongs to that certain collection that anyone on the market would just die trying to sell to anyone willing to buy such a coin".
"Oh goody…" Maria rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Listen, dad, this was too easy of a job for me. Couldn't you have just sent one of the lackeys to do this instead"?
"No," He stated. "I needed someone with expertise in stealth and someone who wouldn't attract the attention of the Batman, you know that. Though, there's still the chance of him showing up and catching you in the act so don't get cocky".
"Heh, dad, I won't get caught by the Batman anytime soon so no need to worry". Maria half laughed as she picked up the penny and heard the sound of a gun getting ready to fire.
Her ears perked upwards as she instantly turned her head to the doorway. Seven gangsters stood at the entrance, guns in hands, and unhappy looks on their faces as they took notice of the person who had already grabbed what they were looking for.
"Gotta go," Maria sighed as she shut off her communicator and stood up to her full height of five feet and eleven inches.
Her eyes narrowed at the men and when one of them went to speak, she shot forward like a rocket and managed to kick two right in the throat. Bullets went off the very next half second but only managed to kill the two men that the shadowy mistress had sent flying to the floor; said shadowy being had vanished right then and there.
She quietly reappeared behind another man and ran a razor thin knife through his neck. The four remaining souls began to panic and sent bullets everywhere in the small hallway and the room they were half standing inside of.
By the time they were all out of ammo, they had calmed down a little bit since there was nothing but silence surrounding them.
That was, of course, before a claw-like hand shot out of nowhere and grabbed one of the men by his ankle. The other three only watched in silence as the one man got dragged down the hall, screaming bloody hell the whole way. Something along the lines of, "OH GOD FUCKING SAVE ME! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? WHAT THE HELL!? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THAT"!? Then the three men went running to a nearby fire escape when the fourth's screams were ended by what sounded like a snapped neck which was followed by a creepy chuckle.
One of the gangsters "mysteriously" managed to fall off of the fire escape and met his fate when he met the ground with a rather loud SPLAT. It was almost as if someone had pushed him.
A cable or thick rope was wrapped around the second one's neck and he was also pushed off of the building. His body only hung silently as it swayed back and forth once the life was ripped out from it.
The last one actually managed to get down to the ground without dying and then backed himself up into a corner next to a dumpster. He was shaking like a leaf and praying to whatever he thought could save his ass from the death that was coming his way.
The young lady stepped out of the shadows and started to walk in the direction of the man. Well he suddenly decided to grow a pair, and he then lashed out at her with random punches in hopes of defeating her. Unimpressed with this sudden display of fighting, she kicked him back and up against the dumpster before charging him and placing a knife to his throat.
Looking him right in the eyes, she asked him in a low growl, "Who sent you"!?
He didn't answer.
Well that would be the last thing he never answered to then.
Right as she went to drive the knife right through his throat, the man managed to land one punch into her gut. It made her recoil and grab her sides but worst of all it made the penny fall from her pocket and start to roll on the ground.
Maria went to make a quick grab for the coin but was too late when it rolled right into a sewer hole who's lid was mysteriously taken off and set aside on the ground beside it.
"Son of a bitch…" She cursed and slammed her fist to the ground. Maria turned her head back to the gangster and glared at the man much like how the Devil would leer down upon humanity. "You have anything to say for yourself, fucking cur"?
"Vous meurtrier fou", He shouted at her in straight up French. "Comme l'enfer que je n'avais jamais rien vous dire"!
Maria lowered her head only to look up and look him right in the eyes. "Alors, vous êtes plus d'aucune utilité pour moi, salaud". She hissed as she threw her knife into the man's throat.
"P- P- Putain..."! He stuttered as blood ran down his chin. His body fell to the ground with a thud and his limbs relaxed as the man quickly passed away.
Getting to her feet, the young woman turned her communicator back on and called her father back.
"What the fuck happened"!? He questioned her in a frantic tone. "You ended the call so quickly that I thought-"
"Pop," She silenced the man's voice. "Like hell I'd die so easily! You ought to know that"!
"Then what in the name of all that is golden and honey happened"? He asked in a much calmer voice.
"Ah, some French mobsters thought they could get the best of me with a few, little handguns". She responded to her father as she walked over to the sewer hole. "It was nothing big if that's what you're so damn concerned about, dad".
"How do you know that they were all French, Maria"? He questioned her some more.
"Just an assumption on my part," She shrugged her shoulders even though her father couldn't see her at the time. "I mean I really have no fucking clue, dad. One of them screamed in plain English but that doesn't matter right now. We've got bigger problems to worry about".
"What kind of problems are we talking about, Maria"? Her father asked as anger began to enter his voice.
She truly hesitated a second before saying, "I sorta, kinda, lost the penny down a sewer hole". Quickly, she yanked her head back from the communicator just as a roar of curses burst through the thing's speakers.
"WHAT THE HELL, MARIA"!? He shouted in rage and obviously enraged. "I send my best to get a fucking penny and you manage to screw even that up"!
"Hey," She hissed right back at him. "It wasn't my fault! Blame the deceased man lying down on the ground next to me"!
"You know what just surrender the mission and get back to base". Her father ordered as it sounded like he was trying to calm down on the other end of the call. "Just make it home safe and make sure that the Batman doesn't follow you or even see you".
Maria scoffed as she jumped down into the sewer hole before responding with, "No fucking way".
"WHAT"!? It sounded like the communicator's screen was slightly cracked at that point. "I gave you an order, Maria, now return to base"!
"No," She said once more. "You sent me to go fetch your damn fucking penny so I'm going to fetch your damn fucking penny".
"In the sewers"?!
"Yep,"
"It's long gone by now, Maria"!
"Well a little look won't kill me now will it, pop"?
"Young lady, when you get home, you're going to be in a world of-"
At that point, Maria had tired of her conversation with her father and ended the call. She then took off the communicator and tossed it into the sewage that was swirling around her boots.
She sighed as she started to walk down the sewer system in total darkness, "Man… any excuse to escape an argument with dad and I had to go with searching through shit and piss in pitch black lighting…? Great… What next is in store for me? I run into a shark while I'm down here"? She jested to herself as she continued down the path of the unknown.
Indeed, it was a path that held more evil on it than her own path in life, and it certainly held a creature unlike any other.
And that, my good readers, is the end for the first chapter of this here story.
Now if,
A: You are wondering if there is more backstory to this OC, Maria, of mine then the answer would be yes. There will be a backstory to explain everything and that includes her father as well.
B: Wondering why I am writing such a fanfic. The answer is because I respect each and every villain, Batman villain or any type of villain actually. So much in fact that I try to make it my job to write for those who are on the lesser side of the fanfic count. Besides, I'd like to see more of a fan base around people's ideas and their take on a certain villain. I certainly have my own take on villains and I enjoy writing fanfics about it sometimes to show my take.
So if you deem my fanfic worthy enough then leave a review, if not then just wait until the next chapter comes out and see what you think about the story then.
Until next time, my fair readers!