Hello people! I know this is a short one, sorry! It'll get more interesting later on.
Bruce stood on the gargoyle post that he often occupied, staring down at the streets below him. He was waiting. Waiting and searching for something. Recently, he had heard reports of items of great value being stolen. But that wasn't what he was interested in. The reports claimed that a shadow had stolen these items. A black shadow that took the form of a cloaked figure, swift and silent. This shadow never seemed to harm anyone, however, it could not be allowed to continue its reign. He would investigate and find out what was really stealing these items. Catching sight of what he was looking for, he opened the bat wings and swooped down.
What he had caught sight of was an amassing of shadows, not huge, but just enough that if one was searching for them, they would notice. Gliding over the buildings of his city, he flew towards his target.
Shadows melded around a figure that leapt from a roof top and onto the balcony of a large house. As the shadows pulled back, they showed a cloaked figure who crossed the balcony swiftly, the high heels and rounder chest and hips showing that it was a woman. She knelt in front of the door, pulling out a small circular device that she placed next to the lock. After a few moments, the lock clicked and the door popped open. She removed the device and slipped through the door.
The house was a nice place, filled with expensive furniture and nice polished wood. She walked silently through the living room, her heels having been thinly padded to stifle any noise. Arriving at a chest of drawers, she looked up, a flash of gold giving away the color of her eyes. After scanning the chest, she reached up and, with a gloved hand that was made of black scales, pushed a corner of the design on the top lightly. She was rewarded with another click as the design moved like a button and a small hidden drawer slid out at the bottom of the chest. She bent down and examined its contents, taking a gold and ruby necklace, some diamond earrings, and three rings. Closing the drawer, she walked back to the balcony without disturbing a single speck of dust. After getting outside, she jumped back up to the rooftop and paused, stiffening slightly as a voice sounded from behind her.
"That is a nice costume. Were did you get it?"
"So the Batman had decided to investigate my small crimes. I will consider it a compliment."
"Small? Stealing from the top businessmen in Gotham isn't small."
"Well, for me it is."
She turned around, lifting her head. Her pale skin shone faintly as the moon hit it, sparkling over her black scale raccoon mask, making it impossible to tell much of her face. Her eyes were gold with thick black makeup and blood red lips. She smiled coyly, without showing her teeth, "I think they can live without a few fancy things, don't you?"
"It doesn't matter what I think. My job is to help save Gotham from crime."
"Oh goody. Well you go on and do that and I'll keep doing what I'm doing and that way I won't have to hamper you by taking you out of action for a few days."
"You think you can beat me?"
She laughed coldly, "I'm pretty sure I can."
She held out her arms and shadows swirled around her. Literally. With a flick of her hand, the shadows pressed against her back and pulled away, revealing her without the cloak. She wore a tight fitting long sleeved shirt, yoga pants, and knee high leather boots with spiked, 2 inch heels, all black. She had on a black belt on which was attached multiple items of thievery. Smiling at the obvious shock in his eyes, she turned away. "Now, leave me be, before the Shadow Dragon brings you ill."
She got halfway across the rooftop before glancing over her shoulder. He was gone. She narrowed her eyes and turned back around, finding herself eye to eye with him as he hung upside down. She flipped backward and he landed on the roof, flinging himself forward. They fought, trading blow for blow, both equally strong. She never seemed to let him touch her and every hit she landed seemed to do nothing against his armor. They fought to the edge of the roof and she flipped up and down, landing catlike on the stones below. He swooped down and landed in front of her, backing her up to the stone wall. She tried to punch him but he caught her fist, forcing her to a standstill, pushing her up against the wall.
"Are you enjoying this?" she asked slyly.
He glared at her, "Give up Dragon."
"Hmm." she put her head to one side as if seriously thinking, "Nah, I don't want to. This is too much fun. Besides," she gave him another devilish look "You haven't been paying enough attention. I'm a thief remember?"
She swept her leg across, knocking his legs out from under him. Looking up, he saw her pressed against the wall, holding his grappling gun, "Nice toy. I'll be sure to take good care of it." she pointed it upwards and shot it, getting hoisted into the sky as she sped away.
Bruce walked into his huge master bedroom, wincing slightly. Her punches hadn't done much during the fight, but she was strong. Alfred walked past him, noticing his pain, "Trouble with the Shadow Dragon sir?"
Bruce sat down on his bed with a sigh, "Yes. Which reminds me, my gun got stolen. Track it please. And I shouldn't have. I underestimated her, thinking that she was just a thief, though a really good one."
"She?"
"Yeah... she has an unusual ability. She can...control the shadows."
"I'm afraid I don't understand sir."
Bruce looked out the window, "Neither do I Alfred. Neither do I."
