Cold, bitter rain hit the hard ground. I could feel it on my back from where I lay on the ground. The last thing I remember was a gun going off, pointed at me, but I don't feel any pain and I'm pretty sure I'm not dead. I look up, starting to get up using my elbows. There's a man in front of me. A face I recognize. He killed my parents.
"There's the girl I was looking for," The Joker laughed.
There's something attached to my back, something black and leathery that I can move. Wings? My vision goes white for a moment and suddenly I know things I didn't before. I stand up fully, pushing away the sound of laughter. As I stood up I picked up a knife that was for some reason next to me.
"You killed my family" I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth.
"For you, all for you sweety" The Joker said.
"Sick bastard!" I shouted, lunging at him, though my form was messy
He dodged and dodged all my attacks that followed. These wings were slowing me down. I needed them gone. Suddenly my back felt lighter. The wings were gone, which meant they could come and go. Good to know. Now it was easier to fight. My attacks became stronger and I started to overpower him. Finally I pinned him against a wall, the knife held against his throat. He just grinned. It made me sick to my stomach. Out of the corner of my eye a saw a shadowy figure land not too far away. The Batman. Oddly, he didn't seem to have any intention of intervening. But it wouldn't be right to kill.
"Just, not vengeance," I said, throwing the knife to the side before punching the joker in the jaw, hard.
I turned to face Batman and slowly walked to him and fell into his arms, passing out.
My name is Astra. I am not from this world