Query ended up walking until she reached the bridge to the Narrows. She had needed time to think over everything. She had decided, denying what was happening was simply pointless. Ever since the beginning she doubted that she could kill Batman. Hell, she would be lucky she managed to get away without suffering severe head trauma. She had heard the horror stories. Sure, the Bat did good things for this city. If he hadn't stopped Joker when the clown made his début, every Gothamite would have been running around with an ugly smile on their face. But living in the underworld, Query had friends who had run-ins with the rodent, and they had been anything but pleasant.
Her feet ended up carrying Query further than she had intended. The slapping of water against cement brought her back to earth. She had wandered into the bay area of the Narrows. Query shivered, this was where it had all began, where she had committed her first sin. The warehouse was still here, looming over her like a great giant. A terrible reminder of what had happened almost thirteen years ago.
Glancing around, Query checked, listening for anyone. Making sure she had not been followed. Fishing her fingers in the slit in the door, Query slid it open. The rusted metal crumbling a little as it did so. Slowly she slipped inside, leaving the door open, allowing the muggy light to illuminate the warehouse. She hugged herself, seeing everything in her mind's eye, everything that had been their ten years ago. Looking at it now, one would never suspect a death match took place here. Mr. Green knew how to keep a low profile. Mr. Green wasn't even his name. In fact, Query didn't even know his name. When he brought her into his home, he insisted she used the words 'father', 'daddy', 'dad', 'papa', etc. Even as an ignorant child, the thought had sickened her. Query knew that she was no more than live stock to that man. She had feeling that if she really knew who Mr. Green was, had known his real name, she would have tracked him down, she would have waited, and she would have killed him. Ever since that night, Mr. Green had been aware of the animal drive that rested in his newest addition to his collection. Query could never forgive him for what he did; he had taken a child and molded her mind into that of a killer.
Query spent her night and the next day preparing. She called Luke, and received directions for the next location. When morning came, Query had left her apartment, taking the bus further into the Narrows, to an abandoned factory near the waterfront. Night was upon the city now.
Mad Malice was in what must have been an old office, when the factory had been alive and well. She managed to bum a fag off one of Mr. Green's workers. Smoke rushed out of her nostrils and swirled in from her mouth as she exhaled. She could never understand the addiction to these cancer sticks, they tasted nasty. But when she had first started out in the Cage as a teenager, she saw her opponent having a smoke, as a mark of good sportsmen ship. The man gave her one…three hours later; Malice had killed him by caving his ribs into his lungs. He died almost instantly. Shaking her head she took another drag, not to fond of the memory.
Dropping the fag end onto the ground, she stepped on it, killing the burning nicotine. Running fingers through her short green and black locks, she glanced at the mirror. Looking back at her was another person entirely. Query's eyes were painted with liquid black eyeliner. Her normally naked lips had been brushed over with a shade of black. The shirt she wore was torn, black and stained with blood. Her duster gloves were fingerless, the knuckles spikes freshly cleaned of gore. Query smirked; she would be back her later on tonight, probably bleeding, in need of a doctor. Leaning forward, she breathed onto the glass. Writing on the fog reflection, slowly the message disappeared, and then she leaned in again, giving the glass a kiss, leaving behind black lips. If Riddler was observant, he would see it, hopefully.
