Well, guys, I just has a long day of finals and I'm exhausted. I've been recovering by watching X-Men Evo and X-Men TAS, you know - the classics.

Sorry for delay, there was finals and major writer's block and my friend's new Batman RP she set up...been busy. :(

Also, if the DC character I'm going to include in this chapter is a little off, there's a reason for it. For now, if you don't like the fact that I portrayed him/her as a villian...well, like I said: Just wait.

I sighed and leaned casually against the railing. The breeze ruffled my hair, which I had redied black with purple highlights. It was longer now, the ends trailing just past my jawline. I pushed a lock of it away from my forehead and looked down at the flood of vehicles racing past the skyscraper.

After I'd demolished half of Gotham four months ago, I had taken to the road and finally landed in a neat little city called Blüdhaven. The place has a worse reputation than Gotham, but I find it kind of cozy. Despite multiple threats and a failed assassination attempt, I managed to set up a small crime syndicate filled with homeless kids and juvenile punks, the oldest kid being about fifteen. No one doubted my authority. No one that valued their right to breath, that is. I was using most of my little enforces to try and find leads on Project GRAY, and my favorite bald CEO that took a sudden leave of absence. We hadn't found anything yet, but I kept an open mind. Besides, it wasn't as if I could expect much from a bunch of snot-nosed brats.

There was also another change in my life, a more...permanent one than my little crime organization. I'd hoped to leave my life with Ivy behind, but the vaccine Ivy gave me once a month to keep the toxic dump we lived on from melting the skin right off my bones had a rather unusual side-affect. My eyes were now a rich shade of purple, which matched ths highlights in my hair quite nicely.

After awhile, I became bored in my hideout. The eager-to-please girls and boys I had taken in started to annoy me. So now, to keep from electrocuting one of my new associates, I've been taking weekly trips to neighboring cities to cause trouble and relieve some stress. Today I decided to prowl through Gotham, which most psychological profilers would agree was a bit nervy for me. That was one of my favorite things to do: shake up my routine so no one can make a concrete profile for me. One of the worst things a criminal can be is unpredictable.

I looked over at the rich CEO I chosen to abduct this week. I snatched him out of his office while his colleagues were on lunch break. I bound and gagged him, all the while telling him he deserved it for being a workaholic and left him struggling and red-faced on the roof while I admired the view. After awhile, I'd knocked him out. All the screaming and struggling was starting to annoy me.

"Abducting Lucius Fox in the middle of the afternoon? I'll hand it to ya, girl, you got guts."

I spun around, alarmed and angry at being snuck up on. My fury quickly dissipated as I took in the lithe figure standing a few feet away from me, arms crossed and grinning broadly. It was a girl, about my age with snowy white hair and blue eyes. She didn't look particularly threatening, except for the two very large swords strapped to her back. I got the feeling that she could kill me if she wanted, but for some reason she has decided to keep the swords sheathed.

I was very interested to find out why.

"I like operating in broad daylight. People take more notice of you that way." I said, carefully gauging my response.

"Point taken." She conceded, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"I'm Electrolyte." I thrust a hand out to her.

She took it, albeit reluctantly. "Ravager. I've heard a lot about you."

"Anything good?" I smiled.

"Nope."

I shrugged. "I'm guessing this isn't a social call?"

"I've heard you're out to get Lex Luthor..." She trailed off.

I had to fight to keep the smirk off my face. She didn't know a thing about how I work, so she was giving me little clues to steer me in the direction she wanted me. Oh, no doubt she's heard all the usual gossip, but that mindless babble is unreliable at best.

"He isn't exactly one of my favorite people, why do you ask?"

"That," She said, eying me up and down. "Is an excellent question."

"Look," I said, rubbing my temple.

"I really wish I could stand here chatting all day, but I'm kind of a wanted criminal so...I'm going to have to ask you to get to the point."

"You have people you want gone." She narrowed her eyes. "And so do I."

"Do you have anyone specific?" I asked, instantly intrigued.

"Ever hear of someone named Slade Wilson?"

"Deathstroke the Terminator? Yeah, I've heard of him." I smiled. "Guy's a legend."

Her eyes darkened, as if I had just said something wrong, but the moment quickly passed.

"Yeah, him."

"I want to find the people who did this," I raised my hand and let an electric blue alarm dance through my fingers.

"I want to find them, and I want to make them pay."

"Then I believe we can help each other." Ravager smirked.

"What makes you think I want your help?" I snapped.

Ravager's smile faded and was replaced with a scowl. "Are you kidding me, girl? Just lookat you!"

I seriously thought about launching the annoying little twit off the side of the building, but I managed to control myself. "Be careful of what you say to me, Ravager."

"You know I'm right." She said, increasing her chances at an early death tremedously.

"Think about it for once. What, exactly, is your plan here? To set up a crime ring full of disloyal chilldren? You want to get results, then get off your lazy ass and get something done."

"You aren't doing a very good job of persuading me." I frowned, feeling little bolts of electricity dance over my fingertips.

"So unless you'd like to be barbecue, I'll be leaving now."

I looked up and whistled for my plant-monster, who I named Matilda. She landed beside me, nudging my boot and pulling on my pant leg. She didn't like being in Gotham, especially during the day. I think she was worried about me, which was an adorable notion in and if itself.

I grabbed one of her vines and prepared for the moment when Matilda would grab ahold of me and carry me away from the building, Ravager, and my still-struggling captive. Ragaver's eyes widened, obviously not expecting me to just cut and run. Like I said, I like staying unpredictable.

"Wait!" She shouted, eyes darting back and forth desperately.

I smiled, Ravager was just too easy to manipulate. "Yes?"

"I'll just cut to the chase. You want revenge, and so do I. I don't know where my guy is, but I may know something about yours." Ravager crossed her arms.

"Actually, it's multiple guys." I said. "And I already know where one of them is. So, really, your 'information' is becoming more and more redundant even as we speak."

"Lex Luthor?" She guessed. "Sure, you know where he is, but that's not the same thing as knowing what he's doing. And besides...If I'm right about you, you won't settle for just killing Luthor. You want to hit him where it hurts, and then snuff him out slowly and painfully."

"The idea of humiliating Luthor is enticing." I smiled. "And the more pain he feels...the better."

"I know all about Project GRAY." She continued. "I have proof. If anyone in the media gets a hold of that, Luthor's reputation will be shattered. They'll send in a freaking SWAT team to collect him, and after that...Well, the police's ability of keeping track of villians is horrible, as you know."

"But that also presents a problem." I mused.

"What?"

"The League has been trying to nab Luthor for years. If I take him down, they'll throw a freaking party."

Ravager glared. "Your're going to pass up an opportunity to take him down because you don't want to accidently help out the League?"

"Yes, you summarized my intentions perfectly." I smirked.

Ravager stood there, silently fuming. She was exhibiting a huge amount of self-control by preventing herself from killing me, but I wasn't fooled in the slightest. She wanted something from me. Maybe it was as she said and she wanted help getting rid of Deathstroke. Maybe she was lying and there was an ulterior motive to her actions. Either way, it'll be ridiculously fun to mess with the girl's head.

"So, I guess the real question is: what are we going to do?" I mused.

"So you do want my help?" Ravager asked. "Because it's really hard to tell when you change your mind."

"I didn't change my mind." I chuckled. "I hadn't made up my mind in the first place."

"You're...different."

"Eh, I've been called worse." I shrugged.

"But, before we work on your issues, I want to see what dirt you got on Project GRAY. After all, how can I kill Deathstroke when I know that my new partner is keeping secrets?"

Ravager looked at me as if deciding whether or not I was insane. Apparently, whatever she decided didn't mater much since she gave me a guarded smile and pulled a manilla envelope from the insider of her jacket. Wordlessly, she passed it to me. There, written in black sharpie, were the words 'PROJECT GRAY.'

I opened it, feeling a lot like a little child opening her Christmas presents, and pulled out a sheaf of medical records and the notes of the scientists who worked on Project GRAY. I flipped through them, sneering every time I saw my sister's name, before I came across something I recognized. It was a picture of a vial filled with blue liquid. It was paper clipped to a report detailing the vial's contents, which was rather unnecessary since I already knew what it was.

"See this?" I held up the picture to Ravager.

She looked at it and nodded, slowly.

"This vial was found in an underground lab owned by Gorilla Grodd by the Flash four years ago. I guess the monkey is in on Project GRAY too, or at least he's helping them out. Point is, I've seen this vial before. If I could get my hands on it...I may be able to supercharge my meta abilities. I don't know for sure, but..." I broke out into a fit of giggles. "Oh man, this is just so freaking good."

"Well, don't keep me in suspense, where is it?" Ravager took the paper from me, smiling broadly.

I laughed, feeling better than I had in awhile. "It is in what could be concidered the least secure place in Washington DC."

"I'm not following you." Ravager narrowed her eyes.

I smiled. "Ravager, the vial is on display in the Hall of Justice."

Again, sorry for the delay. Blame Robin, that's what Quinn does :)

Also, I'm going to say right now that Ravager isn't what she seems. Neither is Quinn, but I you know anything about Ravager you know she's pretty clever, so...

Random: Dude... Wally's freckles are gone. Look at his face during Salvage, they're freaking GONE. O_o Also: Spitfire, Lian, CheshRoy, Blue Beetle character development, and Conner being all dark...HAZMHSBAHSNSNbsbsb$.:$$:$/$/$nsjzjbshan. MALFUNCTION!