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Full description : Taking orders from some guy dressed in a mock Batsuit and working with psychotic criminals was definitely not the job Kristi Jenner had in mind when she applied over a year ago. It was too late to back out. Kris was an art student who was nowhere near qualified to be apart of an army and yet here she was somehow in charge of a division full of snipers. This Halloween was going to be the longest night of her life and it doesn't help that a certain Knight has taken it upon himself to drag her from place to place the whole evening under the pretense that she was needed. One cannot help but think if there are some ulterior motives to the Arkham Knight's behavior.

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Kristi clearly wasn't thinking when she took the job over a year ago. Even though it didn't specify what it was for, she should have guessed nothing good would come out of it especially since it was stationed in Venezuela for the first six months of training. The job paid way to much for what the description had asked. But fast forward through a year of rigorous training, Kristi was almost beginning to regret it. It was only two weeks before, she had confirmed they were to be working with one of Gotham City's most feared criminal, the Scarecrow. They didn't even meet the man in charge of the massive Militia, the Arkham Knight, until six months into training. At first Kristi thought the name was dumb but now she found it kind of ironic.

She could remember the first time she saw the Arkham Knight very well.

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"Heard we are working for some other guy," one of the men in Kristi's row said as they waited for the meeting to begin.

"You mean besides this Arkham Knight guy?"replied another guy sitting to her left.

"Yeah, heard it was on of those crazies that terrorizes Gotham City. You know... the one that's obsessed with fear."

"I can't remember, but Jenner is from Gotham" the guy mumbled. "Hey, Kris. You know which guy Clark is talking about?"

"Scarecrow," she replied, keeping her head facing forward not bothering to glance at the two men who were gossiping. She knew the rumor couldn't be true because the Scarecrow had been reported dead after the Joker was able to take over Arkham Asylum the year previous.

"Yeah! That's it," the first guy nodded. "So you're from Gotham, huh? That's unfortunate. Hear there's a lot of shit going on there, especially with the whole Arkham City thing."

The woman couldn't help but snort at the man's words. That was an understatement if she ever heard one. Gotham City was practically the crime capital of the world and that was with Batman cutting the cities crime rates in half since he showed up. Arkham City was the reason she had taken the job in the first place. They closed down a portion of the city to convert into the massive prison which in turn forced her out of the only apartment she could afford on her income and massive student loan payments.

After the meeting her and the two men that were talking before hand were the last to leave the room. The Arkham Knight had provided very little information about what they were doing and Kristi preferred it that way. The less she knew the more she could distanced herself emotionally.

"So... Gotham," the man who had been sitting beside her started as they began walking towards the door. "Won't it be odd assisting a crime in your home city?"

The woman could see the Knight from the corner of her eye talking to one of the Generals but his body language showed most of his attention was on her and the conversation.

"Not really. Won't make a difference for me."

"Don't you have family in Gotham?" the other guy, Clark asked.

"Not one that matters."

"Well what did you do before finding yourself here?"

"Work."

"Work... where?"

Kristi could see the Knight was no longer listening to the soldier by his side, waiting for her to answer.

"Wayne Enterprises." The Knight's flinch went unnoticed by everyone in the room but her. "I was just a receptionist."

-:-

Since then she watched was she said front of the Knight in fear of saying something wrong. She was eventually placed as a Commander for the sniper division of the Militia.

Currently they were positioned in an abandoned warehouse just outside of Gotham City waiting for Scarecrow to make his move.

"Once you get the OK from the boss, you'll be deployed with your assigned units. I don't want any calls tonight about my men getting taken out. Do you hear me?"

"Yes Ma'am," the men shouted in typical military fashion.

"Do not, under any circumstances, place yourself in easy to reach places. That means do not stand under possible vantage points, over top floor greats and especially do not stand close to ledges and windows. You are all snipers, it is your job to protect your unit. If you see the Batman take him out. Do not let him take out your men."

"How 'd a women even get hired?"

"I heard she only has this job because she slept with the Arkham Knight."

"Yeah, I'm surprised Deathstroke let her be in charge."

Were just a few things that were mumbled among the Soldiers in her division, which caused Kristi to become very frustrated. Sure, the only reason she made it into training was because they originally thought she was male since she put her name down as Kris and no one had bothered to mentioned it until well into training, long after she was able to back out. But she got her position in the Militia by being one of the best sharp shooters in the bunch.

Losing her patience, Kristi grabbed the gun strapped to her back and shot at the men's feet in front. She was short so it was hard for her to intimidate them any other way.

"I did not sleep the Knight," she shouted, causing attention to be drawn to her and their division from the other surrounding troops.

"Jenner, thank you for clearing up any questions about your fornication habits," drawled Deathstroke as he approached the young commander.

"The only reason why you hold this position is because the Knight and Scarecrow think you're capable. I do not. So don't disappoint us tonight," Slade whispered through a clenched jaw as he gripped Kristi's soldier and glared at the men in front of them.

"Wouldn't dream of it," she grumbled. No matter what she did, the Second Commander had hated Kristi the moment he laid eyes on her. Perhaps it was because of how much interest the Knight and apparently Scarecrow had taken in her. (She couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. But any attention from Scarecrow was considered bad in her books.)

Deathstroke released her and turned to glare at her before walking further into the warehouse.

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"God this place is depressing," Kristi mumbled as she sat on top of a wall looking into what was now considered Arkham City, the part of Gotham she once called home. "Why am I here again?"

The Arkham Knight turned his head toward her in which she could only assume was a glare because no one could see his face behind the helmet he wore. "What makes you think that you can talk to me?"

"Seeing as I have no idea why I am here in the first place and you're the only one around to ask I figured that was a safe bet," she replied as she shrugged her rifle onto her shoulder before crossing her arms not bothering to look at the man beside her. It wasn't until she heard the sound of a gun being cocked did she reprimand herself for talking back.

"Are you sure you want to make that bet?"

Kristi slowly turned her head to look down the barrel of the gun to the Knight himself. It wasn't that she wasn't scared of the Knight because she was – of course she was, he was at least a foot taller then her and she definitely wasn't dumb enough to think that he wouldn't kill her because he would without batting an eye. Perhaps she had gotten a little too comfortable with all the other guys in the Militia she had forgotten her place. "Not really."

"Good," he replied putting the gun back into his holster and turned to face the destroyed city. "You're here to watch my back. You're the best shooter so I need you in case anything happens and we need to interfere."

"What could possibly to wrong here that you'd need to interfere. Its just a city full of criminals. Besides you're clearly a better shooter then me."

"Of course I'm a better shooter but I need someone to watch me if I have to go in to do something."

"And..." she said encouraging him to continue explaining why they were there. This clearly had nothing to do with the Militia's main objective because then the whole army would be there.

"In case someone tries to kill the Batman," The knight stated. It was difficult to get any type of information from this guy.

"Batman? This is all about batman? I thought you wanted batman to die?" That was all he could talk about when the Knight introduced himself to his Army. They were all trained in certain skills that together could potentially take out the Batman. Hell, she had a hole session having to learn the weaknesses of the batsuit.

"Yes, I want the Batman to die. But I do not want him to die at the hands of these lowlifes. When the time comes, I'll be the one to kill the Batman." As the Knight spoke his voice got deeper and scarier then ever. It became more clear the man before her had a history with whoever the Bat was.

At the end of the night they didn't end up having to go inside the City, and after returning to the Militia compound the topic of that night was never brought up again.

-:-

"Come on, kid. Don't let yourself get too worked up," a man said as he put his arm around, Kristi's shoulder. The rest of her troops had gone about there own thing after Deathstroke walked away. "You seemed pretty out of it for a moment there."

"It's nothing, Clark. There's just a lot on my mind and tonight is going to take a lot out of us to be able to pull it off."

"Don't I know it kid," Clark grinned down at the short woman. Ever since their conversation after their first meeting, Clark had put it upon himself to look out for the young girl. He made sure none of the men put their hands on her or bothered her in anyway. He was also made one of the Lieutenants in charge of the military vehicles. "But you'll be fine."

"Thanks, Clark."

"You know... I've made enough money that after this I think I'm going to retire from the criminal business," he said casual leading Kristi away from commotion of men and to a quieter part of the building. He kept talking in hopes to keep her mind off of the night ahead of them.

"The criminal business?" Kristi questioned. "You asked me what I did before this the first time we really had a conversation and now I think it is my turn to do the same for you. So what did you do before all this?"

"Ah, now that is a story for a different time. Perhaps when we make it out of this alive."

"That's assuming we make it out alive," Kristi mumbled under her breathe before glaring up at, Clark. "Does Daniel know about this supposed criminal occupation?"

Instead of getting angry at the mention of his boyfriend and leaving her alone like Kristi had hoped, Clark began to laugh. "What Daniel doesn't know won't hurt him. He's thought I was a traveling business man for years, and in a way I am just not one that he thinks of. But I think its time for me to settle down, get a proper job and propose to my future husband."

Kristi's glare softened and turned into a smile. "You're going to propose?"

"Assuming we make it out alive of course."

"Of course."

Just as Kristi was about to say something else she was interrupted by an alarm. The Arkham Knight entered into the warehouse and stood in the middle of the large space to get everyone's attention. The girl shot her friend an apologetic look and made her to her place at the Knight's side. Their night was about to begin and it was her job to stay by the Knights side and make sure everything goes smoothly. Once everyone's attention was on the Head Commander, he began to direct everyone into position.

"Its time to get this show on the road, boys."

Kristi couldn't help roll her eyes. It was going to be a long night.

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