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I step through the door to an abandoned store room and change. I feel the satin feel of the black silk dress as I step into it; as I pull it up the iridescent metallic purple and blue shimmer beneath the darkness. The ball gown fit like a glove, ending right beneath my shoulders it dips down in a v. I run my hands over the tresses that flare out and shimmer. My jeans and sneakers lay discarded as I strap on my lacey heels. Amethyst jewels sparkle against my breast bone. I reach into my bag for the finishing touch; my mask. I hold it up and admire the diamonds that lay embroidered into the lining, I slide it on my head. As I pull my hair out from underneath it I brush my hands through it and spike it out as I do always. I step back out and toss my clothes into a dumpster, light a match and the past is gone. I move forward never taking my eyes off of the headquarters.
Robin-
We arrived on the roof scoping everything out. It was then when I saw her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, raven black hair cut short that spiked in every direction even her entire being made me ache for her. I watched as she walked into the headquarters plain as day. I shook the feeling off and about three minutes there were gunshots and screams coming from below us. We summersault through a window and land softly as we access the current crisis. I see the same girl watching the chandelier with her head slightly tilted to the side just for a moment and then she averts attention elsewhere. I watch it too curious why she was so amazed with it when it starts to creak and groan. It begins to slowly expose it wires until it snaps suddenly plunging down to the floor. She looks over her shoulder just as it shatters into a million pieces. As puzzling as that was I look around for Batman and find him talking to policemen who confess that they fired the two shots. I turn back around to look for the girl again and realize she is gone. I pace to the other room to find all of the jewels still there, the trophy for best dressed smashed and twisted. I pick it up noting that this was no light metal. It had looked as if someone had elaborately welded it without any tools. I set it down gently and realize that all this time I have not seen a single finger print left on any evidence. I hear a footstep behind me and whirl around to see a piece of paper as it floats down. I pick it up and what I read makes my heart stop.
Dearest Batman, Robin, and least of all Batgirl,
Your façade as masked crusaders has failed to elude me. Your nightly protection under Gothams' darkest streets has been bravely fought. While you are indeed Gotham's greatest crime fighters you are not perfect. Your identities are now known to me. Whether or not I make them known to Gotham depends on you alone. You must expect the unexpected to truly choose. When the time comes I will be delighted to see whether you pick the ravishing night or holy day.