Ok brief not before I start this chapter when something is italic that means it's in a different language.
A woman sat down on a dance floor stretching. She had long legs and a thin body that looked delicate compared to the man that was sitting across from her stretching.
"Where are we going this time?" the women questioned after seeing a schedule on the corkboard outside. She gracefully pulled her light brown hair away from her into a perfect bun. Her Russian was flawless even though she did not belong there.
"America," was the bulky mans reply.
"Where in America?" she questioned," We do a lot of shows in America."
"Gotham city, does it matter," he stated.
"Nope not a problem," smirked as she started to slam her pointe shoes on the ground, preparing herself for the lesson to come.
Ok so this is just a prologue to what is to come in this new story. I was iffy about starting it now but I was like I just got The Dark Knight I need to start it.