Author's Note: Ah...the beginning...I always find it hard to
start things like this so bear with me. My first ff.net submission, please
R&R. I hope you like it, more to come. Sorry about the shortness of this
chapter!
Disclaimer: I own that myterious girl, Isis, and Mrs. Prior. Everybody else
belongs to the WB.
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*~*Greyscale Rainbows*~*
The sun was out, the grass was green. What
there was of grass in the Gotham Metropolitan area, anyway. The seventeen year old
girl walking down the street didn't notice either. All she saw was the building at
the end of the street, one of the Wayne-Powers highrises. Her grey eyes narrowed in
a glare as she looked at it. The son of Derek Powers had stolen everything from her,
and so many others like her. Someone had to do something about him.
Batman? No, he hadn't moved a muscle to take down Powers.
At least not publicly. Somebody else had to take the reins of this endeavor.
She had an idea of who that somebody should be. Someone strong, skilled, and
fast. Someone trained as an assasin.
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"Mr. McGinnis, my class is not for sleeping,
I suggest that you start remembering that or these private words will be private no
longer," said the angry-looking educator in front of Terry McGinnis.
"I have been lenient. I suggest that you get some sleep before my
class so that we may never have this conversation again," Miss Prior was
usually much more easy-going, but he'd crossed the line. She shoed him out of her
office to lunch, wearing a distinct frown. Terry, who'd done much nodding and little
talking during her lecture, started off down the hall. He was looking at the ground,
feeling rather guilty about Ms. Prior's class when he tripped over another student.
He managed to keep his balance, somewhat. She, on the other hand, went headfirst
onto the floor, her books and papers flying everywhere.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching..." Terry started, rather
embarrassed.
"I noticed." Her voice was cold and hard, without
humor. She looked up at him, and her expression softened a bit. "Sorry,
bad first day," she gave as an explanation for her rudeness. She began
gathering her books and Terry kneeled down to help her. "I'm Isis Turrell,
just moved here," she offered a hand and he took it.
"Schway, I'm Terry McGinnis," he replied. "Where
are you from?"
Her expression hardened a bit, as did her grey
eyes. "Somewhere down south," she said with a touch of that coldness back
in her voice. She did a quick inventory of her books and papers. Realizing
that she was missing a book she began to glance around franticly until she realized Terry
had it. He handed it to her and she snatched it up. "Well, I've got to
get to class," she said rather harshly, standing and turning on her heel.
It was now that Terry got a good look at the girl. She was
shorter than he, by around two inches. Slim and physically fit, he could tell just
by looking at her. Her hair was light brown with blonde highlights, reaching midway
down her back, and she wore a tight-fitting light blue top with white capris and
sneakers. And he definetly remembered the eyes, the color of the sky where the blue
meets white clouds. He watched her receding back before turning away and heading to
lunch.
The Batmobile was such a wonderful creation, Batman thought to himself
later that night. Fast, manuverable, not to mention lots of fun to drive.
However, his enjoyment was cut short when the voice of Bruce Wayne sounded in his
ear. "There's a break-in at Wayne-Powers, the office building downtown."
"Who's office?" Batman inquired.
"Paxton Powers," came the voice.
"Can't we just let them take what they want?" The Knight
grumbled as he started toward the building. Wayne didn't even grant him a
response. Upon reaching the window outside the office of Powers' assistant,
Batman quickly noticed that the window was open. Whoever had broken in
must have gone in through the window--it was only forty stories up. He
jumped from the Batmobile to the open window with ease, creeping in silently.
The door to Powers' office was ajar, and he could just barely hear
movement in the room past it. He reached down to his belt, and turned a mechanism,
activating the suit cloaking device. Only then did he start toward the door.
Peering through the crack he spotted the thief quickly. She wore a black leather
catsuit with a high neck. A mask covered her face and long black hair streamed
down her back. She wore a pair of worn black leather boots, as well as a worn pair
of black leather gloves. She was searching through papers in Paxton's large
desk. Something lay on the desk beside her, but he couldn't see what. Her back
was to him. He attacked swiftly, cloaking still on.
She turned suddenly, grabbing the item from the desk. It was
long, and she held it as a weapon--a sheathed sword. He veered off course, away from
the covered blade, and landed a few feet from the woman. She turned herself to face
his approximate position.
"You don't really think I'm deaf, do you?" She asked,
contempt ringing in her voice. "Show yourself, and die with honor."
He smirked, unknown to any save himself, and turned the mechanism on
his belt back. Now visible, he asked, "What do you want here?" in his
formidable voice.
"That's not really any of your business, now, is it?" she
told him with a glare.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"Call me whatever you want. I'm just a ghost's
revenge," her eyes narrowed behind the mask. She drew the sword in a sudden movement,
rushing him in the same moment. He dodged, the blade missing him by inches.
She brought it down again, this time catching his chest and tearing the suit as he moved
away.
She looked quickly to the door, now open wider from Batman's entrance,
then back to the black-suited man as her threw himself at her. She dodged, snapping
at him, "I don't have time for this!" Reaching behind her she drew a small
black orb and threw it to the ground. Smoke rose, blinding the Bat for a few
moments. When he had switched to heat-seaking vision, she was gone.
He moved to Powers' desk, looking over the papers she'd been going
through. South American Anti-Pollutant Efforts? he thought to
himself. He began to scan the rest of the sheets when Bruce's voice sounded once
again.
"The police are on their way, you should get out of there."
Batman set the papers down, then grabbed the top sheet as an
afterthought. He walked out, shutting the door and flying out the window to the
waiting Batmobile. This would probably prove to be something other than what it
appeared, he thought. But wasn't everything these days?
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Hope you liked it--doesn't really leave you in much suspense, eh? Well, there is the
who was that and what was she really doing aspect, but that'll come to
light. Next chapter will be up soon!^_^