The snow settled on the crowded sidewalks of the bustling city, the month of December had just come to a close and the New Year was arriving within two days time. At the steps of the police plaza arrived a yellow cab, the heat from the exhaust visible as it came to an abrupt stop. A short but confident fresh faced woman exited the vehicle in a rush; the woman was no other Maggie Sawyer, a Gotham city detective who had recently moved here. Her were eyes wider and there was a certain youth about her that spoke to her age. Once inside the policewoman was quickly met by her superior officer, thinking he was preparing to scold her for her tardiness she began to formulate what she thought might be an acceptable excuse but before she could utter a word he directed her to toward the garage.

"Sir-I" The woman was whisked away, his hand on her back as he lead her down into the department parking.
"Don't bother with an excuse, it's as unoriginal as it unnecessary; I can guarantee you that much."
The young detective's face was nothing short of puzzled, uncertain what to make of the situation. "Sir? Can I ask exactly-"
"You cannot, Sawyer. Here, take this." The sour old man presented her with a neat bundle of documents, each folder labeled confidential which shed light on the clandestine nature of it all. After a thorough read through of everything Maggie handed the documents back over, mulling over the information.
"Is this an assignment you want me… me to take on, sir?" She asked, hoping she had some say in whether or not she had to take on the task. The last thing Maggie wanted right now was to be back in Gotham surrounded by the very past she was trying to escape.
"No,"
Maggie nearly audibly sighed in relief but that was quickly laid low by his following continuation. "I-"
"It's something you are taking on, definitively." He folded his arms, leaning in closer to explain his choice after her disapproval became visible "Without question you've seen the most action here, Sawyer. Not to mention you know Gotham like the back of your hand.. I know you aren't proud of it but you've tangled with these vigilante types before. If I put anyone other than you in charge I'd be an idiot."
Maggie couldn't help but think he was one either way but her disdain for Gotham wouldn't stop her from being a good cop. She had a job to do and she was going to do it. "I understand, sir."

The young detective slowly began to collect her equipment, her mind however couldn't but think of her again. She came all this way to escape what happened, escape those feelings, escape her. It was some twisted fate that the first major case she caught involved Gotham and vigilantes. An old train zipped along it's track, steam bristling from the engine as it charged toward Gotham. Every car in tow of the antique locomotive was empty with the notable exception of twelve heavily armed cops and a frail blonde woman.

"Isabel Ardila", Maggie humbled her name under her breath before examining the woman they were escorting into the city. For someone she had never heard of this person was getting next to royal treatment, there was a significance here that no was aware of and Maggie was certain that would get them all killed. Before she could solve the puzzle in her head a fellow officer nudged her, pulling her attention away for a moment.
"Sawyer, I heard you tangled with this.. Deadshot guy. Are all those rumours true, the list of bodies and the ridiculous getup?" The man's face was one of doubt and arrogance.
Maggie however was happy to set the record straight and put the fear of God into him. "All of it's true.. And then some. The last thing you should be talking out of your ass right now. The truth is we're being hunted and this bullet proof vest isn't going to do much other than give you a better dressed corpse."

The officers were quiet, seemingly stunned by her brutal honest but before she knew it they began snickering; She must've missed the joke. "I guess all Gotham cops really are as bat-shit as they say. Asylum must be missing another patient if you really buy into this-" Before the man could finish speaking his head was split open, emptying his skull on the corridor. The detective's eyes widen, the blood painting her vest red before she dove for cover. Adrenaline surged through her system, sweat began to move down her face as she formulated a plan of action. The shots however didn't cease, every shell spent interrupted her train of thought and before she knew it her hand was taking hold of the young blonde and charging out of the car.

Isabel's eyes were watering, her face was red trying to fight back tears. "Where are we going?"
Sawyer sat her down, positioning her precariously before answering her. "Thermal vision."
"Thermal.. vision?" The blonde tried to understand what she was on about but was struggling.
"Deadshot. Wherever he is he's using thermal vision, heat. This is the engine room, very very hot and very hard to see us here."
Her face lit up with some hint of hope at the cops words. "So we're safe?"
"No, I didn't say that but you're safer here than out there. Now stay here, I'll be," the policewoman peered out the car, putting her opposite hand over the mouth of the woman as to keep her quiet. "Do you hear that..?"
Isabel slowly lowered Maggie's hand over her mouth. "I don't hear anything."
"Exactly, they're all.. dead. It's just you and me now. Deadshot is counting, he knows we aren't dead so we need to be gone, now."

The train shook, a violent explosion rippling all throughout. Sparks flew from the wheels, the front of the train had been struck slowing down the rest that followed. The cop pried open the window, shouting to the girl behind her to jump now. Scared, Isabel lept from the train, bracing for impact as she met with the snow. Maggie backed up before running toward the window and jumping; while in the air however a bullet whistled through the air and carved through her waist like butter. Blood floated through the air as she fell, her face turning into one of agony. The white snow soon became red, body crashing into the ground harshly as her landing was displaced. She let out of a groan, hands wet with a warm red. Teeth gritted she crawled until she found her footing, stumbling in the direction of where she had last seen Isabel. However her vision narrowed as the wound proved too much and she collapsed face first into the snow.

The Latina jerked out of her slumber, gasping for air before wincing from the pain in her lower abdomen. She searched for the source of the pain, her finger slowly running the length of stomach before a row of crude stitches were uncovered. Maggie examined her wound, more so the patch work before realizing her surroundings. A cave? The last thing she remembered was trying to say Isabel from the snow, how did she get here. The policewoman tried to stand, groaning all the way. A man walked in from the cold just as she did, shocking her with his sudden appearance. Upon realizing who he was she drew her weapon, or tried to at the very least only to discover it's absence.

The man rubbed the snow off the red visor that covered his head, pushing back his jacket to reveal the very firearm she was looking for. "Looking for this, detective Sawyer?"
"Red Hood." Maggie groaned again, succumbing to the pain as she slid down the wall of the cavern. "I suppose I have you to thank for these." gesturing to her stitches.
"And yet you were going to shoot me."
"Instincts, they've got me this far."
Red Hood scoffed, kneeling near an unconscious Isabel to check her vitals. "Lot of good they did you were almo-" Maggie swung on the vigilante with a thick branch of firewood, surprising him with her sudden attack.

Jason blocked just barely, slapping away the burning log before delivering a powerful kick to the wound he had just patched. As she reeled in pain, his hands found their way around her neck. The red visor pressed against her head, her own reflection visible as while the supply of oxygen came to a close. Jason let go in the knick of time, punching the ground next to her head before uttering a series of profanities. His forearm was burned; she got him good.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Jason shouted, bandaging his wound with simple wrapping.
Maggie was unapologetic however, her conviction unyielding. "You're a cop killer, I know all about you. I've been to your crime scenes, seen what you're capable of."
"Any cop I killed wasn't much of a cop, detective Sawyer. I kill criminals, period. Whether they wear a badge or a hood. A good cop like yourself should appreciate that much."
"A good cop like me doesn't need someone like you doing my job for me." Maggie stared him down, holding her wound while trying to stand.
"If that was true I wouldn't be here or Batman for that matter." Red Hood stopped, remembering an important piece of history to bolster his argument. "Now that I think about it, didn't you work closely with Batwoman."
Her eyes lowered, memories she didn't want to confront were bubbling up; a wound as fresh as the one she just got. "We need to go, if you're here to help her then do that."
"Storms too strong, have to rest here for tonight then make our break first thing tomorrow. You should try to rest, Deadshot's going to want to finish what he started."

As soon as day touched upon the snow covered hills the group made their break for it, the duo dragging a sled behind them with Isabel sprawled across the top of it. Jason lamented at their situation, writing it off as hopeless.

"The snow is too thick, we're sitting ducks, detective! We need to split up, I'll draw his fire and you make you get her to safety. She didn't ask for this.."
Maggie didn't argue, her priority to ensuring the life of the woman she swore to protect greater than anything. "I'll see you on the other side!"

The group parted ways, the women moving down the hill while Red Hood took the highest point so he might light a flare to garner the attention of Deadshot, wherever he may be. Within seconds of lighting the flare a bullet shot echoed through the hills and with it a light thud that sent chills down the snipers spine. The officer was now on the cusp of entering Gotham city, able to see the buildings and structures just beyond a hill's dive. Wasting no time she climbed atop the sled, sliding down the mountain side with great speed. Just as they encroached closer a bullet struck the metallic frame of the vehicle, sending the two women scrambling down the hillside into snow. Maggie could barely make out her surroundings as she came to, blood gushing from a wound aside her head. Floyd Lawton, otherwise known as Deadshot walked over her, revolver in hand. His foot kicked away her gun, sliding it across the barren ground beneath them.

"One standard issue colt forty five, check. What's a girl without her guns?"
The look of terror on the young detectives face quickly turned to one of cockiness, much to his surprise. "Wouldn't know." Before he could fix his weapon on her, Maggie revealed one of Jason's, blasting a sizeable hole through his collarbone in seconds. The boot of the officer pressed on his wound as the barrel of the gun aimed at his head. "You're under arrest, Lawton."
"And then Red Hood shot me, well, with a taser." Maggie rolled over in the bed, her hands now resting upon the waist of Alex. "When I woke up he was gone and so was Lawton. So yeah.. I've had my fair share of vigilantes.. Even the good ones are-"
"Kara isn't a vigilante, she doesn't work in the night and she stands for something, something real, Mags. And above everything, she's my sister."
"I understand, if you trust her, I trust her."
Alex chuckled, examining the scar that started this entire story. "Who knew one little scar had so much meaning?"
"There's more about me than you know, Danvers."
The brunette patted the spot where Maggie used to be lying, inviting her to come back. "Then come tell meeee."
Sawyer started at a contact in her phone, the name Kate hovering above the digits. "Alright.. I've got a story.."