"Ugh, my head." She said as she awoke on the rooftop of the abandoned building. "Oh.." The city was nothing like they described, it was huge and open ended. Lights everywhere, inmates walking among the streets, filth and horrible smells everywhere. Yep, this was definetly hell.
"Hello, Miss." A voice in her ear sounded sharply.
"Strange..."
"Yes, I had my guards drop you on that rooftop for safety precautions. Speaking of which your first target will be Dent, and it seems your in luck, he's having a little gathering at the court house."
"Alright..." She said as she saw the inmates flocking towards the court house. With that she slowly made her way down the building, climbing down the fire escape and making it down to the street. She looked at the inmates walking towards the courthouse.
'I hope Harvey recognizes me, it'll make this easier...' She thought as she saw them make their way to the court. They all looked either looked scared, pitiful, anxious or angered. It wasn't hard to figure out why they looked that way. They may have been very well heading for their own deaths seeing as how Harvey 'Two Face' Dent's mood depended on a simple flip of the coin.
"Ahh..." She figured she'd need a disguise, after all, it'd probably been years since any of them had seen a woman. She spotted a man with an Arkham City hoody on, she slowly picked up a broken bottle and crept towards the man.
Sllllsssh
"Hi there." She said calmly as she dragged the bottle across his throat.
"Ahuh...agg..." The man struggled through a bloody throat.
"Shhh, I know, I know." The life finally slipped out of him and he slumped to the ground.
"Perfect." She slipped on the blood stained hoody and started to make her way towards the court house with the other inmates.
"Hurry up! Two Face is about to skin the Catwoman!" A voice over the loudspeaker announced.
'Well then, I might as well watch the show.' She thought as mixed in with the crowd heading towards the courthouse.
...
"The only way to get by in this place is to get ourselves some respect."
"...Fear. That's how we get some respect. Show them all how we do things." They all watched as Dent spoke to himself both of sides freely conversing. It was quite a sight, a man actually able to have conversations with himself and not get bored. Also, if that weren't enough, his voice seemed to take a more deep and sinister when his scarred side spoke. Creepy.
"Bring out the defendant!" He called. The red curtain over the acid pool was and the defendant was shown. Selina Kyle. Catwoman.
'Hmm, she isn't on the list...'
"You smell nice." An inmate said as she stood over the girl. "What is that? Perfume? Why the hell are you wearin-" He was stopped but the sudden black blur that descended into the room crushing an unfortunate inmate.
It was him...The Batman.
"It's Batman!"
"Our friend Batman has arrived. Grab him and cut him in two!" Two Face bellowed as Batman fought off his attackers.
'He's good...' She noted as she watched him fight from behind the railing. They came at him with pipes, bats, fists, and they were taken down easily. He was fluid yet powerful, every blow delivering a satisfying crack resulting in a grunt or yelp from the receiver. He quickly snapped his head over to her position and with that, she ran.
...
"You were supposed to eliminate Dent." Hugo Strange's eerie voice sounded in her earpiece.
"Well, you'll have to forgive me for not wanting to have my face caved in by Batman." She responded with a bit of snark in her voice.
"Now you listen to me you little-" At this point she'd heard enough so she took out her earpiece and crushed it.
"Yeah, like I some creepy Doctor telling me what to do. I'll do this my way. Now...who's next? Hmmm, lets try the Joker."
...
Getting to the Steel Mill was no easy task, as expected. With the various scumbags walking the city and the added bonus of the Church/Medical Center being blown up (Something to do with Batman no doubt)putting the inmates on high alert.
"I'd like a job interview with the Joker."
"Yeah? Keep moving, asswipe."
"Look..."
"No you look, word is to kill anyone who isn't flying Joker's flag so you'd better scram before I-" He was cut off by her sudden jab.
"You shouldn't be rude to someone you don't even know. What kind of example are trying to set here?" The other goons started to surround her.
"Koff- You're gonna- koff koff- die for this." He managed to choke out.
"Oh really?" She said as she easily dodged a knife slash from one inmate.
CRACK!
"Agh!" She held the man's mangled arm behind his back.
"And that's what happens if you come at me with a knife. Anyone else wanna go?" The other inmates took the bait and two charged forward only to be stopped by a split kick in mid air. "I should kill all of you for this." She said as she held a knife to one's throat.
"As a matter of fact..." She pulled the blade across his throat shooting out a crimson spray all over the other inmates.
"Holy-!"
"Kill. Her. Now!" One inmate bellowed.
'Her? How did he- ? My hood...'
"Can't wait to get my hands on you." One said with a twisted smile on his face.
"Alright- OW!" Her line of thought was cut off by a sharp pain in the back of her head. She fell to her knees while grabbing the back of her head.
"You son of a-" With that she was knocked into unconsciousness.
...
'Owww...that's the last time someone ever knocks me out. I swear it is. Where the hell am I? What is this' She inspected her surroundings, it was definitely inside the Steel Mill. An office of some sort?
"Why, hello my dear. How are you feeling?" A sickly voice asked from the darkness. "I hope my boys didn't rough you up too bad."
"Who are you?"
'Idiot. You already know who this is.'
"You don't know who I am?"
"We should kill her Mistah J." A second voice sounded. This one belonged to woman, it was high pitched, annoying, and weirdly accented.
"No Harley, she may be useful. After all, she took out one of the guys and broke the other one's arm."
Click Click
The one known as Harley stepped forward and put a revolver to the girls head.
"Please...don't shoot me."