Author's Note: Hey, guys. This is going to be my first Batman fanfic and I can't help but be ecstatic about it. Not to mention one of my friends has a kid on the way and I'm going to be the baby's self-appointed godmother. I've still got Passion of the Guardiane to work on, though, so I'll probably work on this more often when I'm done with the former. Sorry this chapter is short, but enjoy anyway.
-Voltalia
It had all started with a feather, unnaturally colored lavender with pink streaks. When Batman first found it, he was most definitely confused. This feather had originated from a crime scene where a man had had his head reduced to a bloody goop.
"What do we have here?" Batman mused.
He knew for a fact that it had not come from the Joker nor did it come from the Penguin (as interesting as it would've been) nor Poison Ivy and it had definitely not been from Two-Face.
"Damn, if not from anyone I've fought before, then who?" he asked himself as he examined it.
He put the feather away to take to Commissioner Jim Gordon later and then proceeded to examine the man's body, which was beginning to decompose, and found some tiny square gashes on his chest.
"They look to have been made from high-heeled boots." he figured. "Now what sort of these boots would've made such marks?"
He knew there would be at least one person watching him haul the body away, so he lifted the body bridal-style and went through a hidden route in the alley. Alleys still made him uneasy, but not as much as they used to. One of these alleys was where young Bruce Wayne had watched his parents Thomas and Martha get shot down from bullets from muggers' guns and die almost instantly. It was almost impossible to get that image out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. It was through the alleyway that he made his way to the Batmobile and drove off to the Wayne manor.