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Weeks earlier, at Gotham City General Hospital.
Worried could barely describe the feeling of Barbara Gordon as she waited in the hallway of the busy hospital. Seated on the bench right outside a room where things were happening that she desperately wanted to know about, she tapped her foot nervously on the cold tiled floor. Her hands were gripping on her long, white cotton skirt, wrinkling the fabric. Every three seconds her eyes would switch towards the door next to her then the floor.
She looked down at her wristwatch and saw that the time was 8:34 pm. She got up and started pacing a short distance in front of the door she was waiting on. She paced back and forth while using her hands to tightly close the light blue blazer she was wearing over her plain white blouse as if she was trying to keep out a chill even though the hall wasn't even that cold.
She kept pacing and pacing only a short distance in front of the door. Even though she paced a distance of only some fifteen feet or so, she felt as though she was walking miles on her red high heeled slippers. As she paced, she brought up her hands and inspected her fingernails. She wanted to bite them but she told herself that her red nail polish will only poison her.
She kept pacing for what seemed like a long time. She then sat back down on the bench for a long time. She got up again and paced for an even longer time than before. The she sat down again. She started tapping her foot nervously again and began tending to an itch on her shoulder that wasn't really there. She got up and paced once again for the longest time yet, as she felt it.
She felt that practically forever passed by in her pacing and sitting and pacing again. She checked her wristwatch again. It read 8:41 pm.
"Oh, come on!" she exclaimed in frustration.
She was about to kick the wall when she managed to compose herself and force her tense body to sit back down on the bench. She growled under her breath in anger that time can't move a little faster. She felt herself slowly going insane from all the tension.
At that moment the door finally opened and a doctor dressed in a surgeon's gown stepped out ith an exasperating sigh. Barbara noticed and was standing in front of the doctor in no less than two seconds. This startled the doctor quite a bit as Barbara started questioning.
"Well?" she asked in a rush. "What happened? Is he gonna be alright?"
"Calm down Ms. Gordon, please," said the doctor. "I wouldn't want to have to anesthetize you too."
"But…" Barbara slowed to compose herself, "…is he alright?"
"Your father is out of danger Ms. Gordon," said the doctor reassuringly.
"Oh thank God!... But, will there be any permanent damage?"
"No, there won't. The wound was clean enough that it missed all the vital parts and whatever damaged was made should heel in a few weeks. The trauma, however, has left him in a sort of coma and he'll be asleep for a good day or so."
"Oh… I see. But, if he's alive and well… I guess that's good enough for."
"You should realize that he is quite lucky to have survived. A lesser man would have been a goner for sure. It's nothing short of a miracle actually."
"No, it's not a miracle."
"Pardon?"
"I've long since learned, doctor, that there are hardly any miracles in this world. My father survived because of who he was. He's tough for an old man. Well over thirty years on the force. It was like you said; a lesser man would've been a goner."
"Well, in any case he's still pretty much out of commission. With your consent, we'd like to keep him here for observation."
"That's fine. I don't mind at all… but can I see him before I leave?"
"Of course, Ms. Gordon…"
The doctor opened the door for her and she entered. Inside was your average ER room: white walls, bright lights, and the distinct smell of iron oxide. She held her breath as if to try and block out the smell. She walked to the center of the room where on the surgical bed laid Commissioner Jim Gordon of the GCPD, but she preferred to call him "daddy".
He looked so peaceful, lying there half covered by a blanket. You'd never be able to tell he went through one heck of an ordeal and barely survived. Barbara made her best attempt at a straight face but her features couldn't help but cringe even slightly.
According to doctors, the wound he inflicted in the back of his head should've killed him instantly. A stab directly into the medulla at the back of the brain would have mean instant death. However, through some circumstance, the blade that stabbed him managed to enter at a low enough angle that missed anything vital, though the attack did sever some nerves that left the commissioner paralyzed. Whoever tried to kill him made the mistake of thinking the man was truly dead but in the state the commissioner was in, the killer couldn't be blamed for the mistake.
Some time later, patrols looking specifically for the commissioner, found the old man on the brink of death and immediately brought him to Gotham General. Surgery was immediately started to repair the commissioner's severed nerves. Half-way through the operation, Barbara received the call and was at the hospital in no time flat.
Now he was safe, and she should be happy about that. Deep down she was, but there was another feeling welling up. She didn't show it to anyone as she finally excused herself and left. On her way out, the doctor reminded here that he will call if anything would arise. Barbara thanked him and was out of the room.
Walking down the hallway, Barbara carried a blank stare. The hallway she was currently on headed directly towards the main entrance. Ahead, she could clearly see the front desk and several benches for waiting people. Midway down the hallway, she stopped in front of an elevator. She pressed the "up" button and waited patiently.
The door eventually opened. Barbara allowed a male nurse to walk out while pushing a wheelchair carrying a man with a cast on his leg. She entered the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. As she waited for the doors to close, an old woman carrying flowers joined her. The doors closed and they went up together. Barbara was quietly standing on one side while the old lady was on the other. At some point the old lady, supposedly feeling bored, started a conversation with Barbara who was accommodating enough.
"Good evening, young lady," said the old woman.
"You too," replied Barbara.
"I'm here to see my nephew. He was in a car accident, though he isn't hurt too bad."
"Good for him."
"Are you here to see someone too?"
"Well, I just saw him, actually."
"Can I ask how he is? Or am I being too imposing?"
"No, grandma, your not. I don't mind. In fact, I'm happy to report that he'll he just fine. He's a tough guy. Gonna need a couple of days for rest though but he'll be up on he's feet I no time. That's one bit of good news today."
"Oh, that's fantastic news, dear. So, where are you off to now?"
"Gonna go see someone else."
"Is he in the hospital too?"
"Oh, no he's not administered as a patient…"
"That's good…"
Barbara mumbled the next thing she said under her breath so that the old lady couldn't hear. "…but I know a lot of people who says he should be…"
The door eventually opened to the top floor. After stepping out, the old lady thanked Barbara for her company and walked off in one direction. Barbara waved goodbye then walked off in another direction. As if being pulled by an invisible thread, Barbara walked up to the fire escape door. Taking a second to make sure no-one was around to see her go in, she opened the door and made her way to the roof.
The hospital it self was no more than ten floors high and wasn't as tall as its neighboring buildings but the view from the roof was nonetheless breathtaking. Barbara didn't feel the effect as she was used much, much higher ledges. She walked forward towards the edge of the rooftop, the wind blowing at her forcing her to pull her blazer tight to fight the chill. Looking out towards the city, she waited patiently on the rooftop edge for something.
Or someone.
"How is he?" the voice came from behind her was a deep growl of sorts. Like the sound of a feral cat in the deep jungle as it growls. Though she may have heard that voice hundreds of times already, something in it still made her cringe and her blood turn cold.
Barbara didn't bother looking back to see who it was as she answered. "You already know the answer to that."
"Yes, but I still want to here an answer from you."
"Why?"
"So that I can make sure you actually believe that answer."
Barbara was silent for a moment. "…He'll be fine. Considering whom he was up against, he's lucky to be alive. You know who did it, don't you."
"An assassin going by the alias Silencer. I'm aware of him and his preferred method of execution by directly stabbing the medulla of the brain for an instantaneous death."
"And you also know who he's working for, right."
"Adrian Falcone."
"So, how long will it take you to nail him? I can help, you know? I can come with you and make sure that that bastard will never--"
"Sorry, Barbara, but that's not going to happen."
Barbara swiftly turned around. "What!"
Turning around, she finally got a full glimpse at the dark knight himself. His tall muscular form overshadowed her easily. She stared directly into his eyes that were no more than two thing white strips under his imposing cowl. Anyone who would look into those eyes would immediately fell as if their very soul was being drained out of their bodies.
There was always something about the Batman that seemed to directly tap into the sense of fear present in all men. You can never really tell what it is until you actually meet the man in person, rare as that is. Maybe it's the way his cowl contorts the shape of his face to make it look like he really is some kind of feral predator ready to pounce on you. Maybe it's the way his cape hid what you instinctively know as more than a thousand ways to take down a man. Whichever it may be, you don't face the Batman without feeling like your already lost.
Barbara easily shrugged that feeling away. "How can you say that? Isn't he you're friend?"
"He is," said Batman.
"Then why won't you do this for him?"
"What? You mean take revenge? Will that solve your grievances, Barbara?"
"I… I don't know! But you can't just let it sit like this. You can't let Falcone get away with this."
"I won't but now is not the time, Barbara."
"What are you talking about?"
"Falcone is well outside my reach at the moment. He's already moved out of Gotham and is setting up shop in another city, I don't know which. Plus, in his absence, Penguin has started taking over his old factories and began producing Venus and distributing it on the streets. I have to take care of that first before I make any attempts at Falcone again."
"You can't do that!"
"Yes I can. And I will. Gotham comes first…Always."
He started walking towards her, then past her. Barbara didn't follow his form or look behind her as he passed. She continued to stare at the direction where she originally found him standing. She was gritting her teeth in anger and making tight enough fists that there was a danger of her own fingernails breaking her palms.
"By the way," said the Dark night from behind her, "Don't think you can try and go take on Falcone on your own. Remember, Barbara: Revenge won't solve anything. You can't take on Falcone on your own."
She turned around, hoping to get a last insult in, but when she did, there was no-one to talk to. The Batman was gone, as if swallowed by the night. Barbara didn't bother making anymore attempts to somehow call on him again knowing it would be useless. She turned around one last time and headed for the emergency exit.
"Like hell I can't…" she mumbled under her breath.
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Jump City, back at the present.
Over the winding streets of the metropolis known as Jump City, Batgirl was expertly swinging across buildings on her grappling cable. Not really looking for anything in particular, she just kept on swinging across the night air for the sake of finding something to find.
Back in the older days, when she was just getting started on her career as the Batgirl, Gotham's dark winged guardian angel, she loved simply swinging across the night like this. It used to be such a thrill like a rollercoaster ride unlike any other, it was not only a great method of travel but also a good way to relieve some pent-up tension.
The latter of the two was the reason she was swinging around as she did. However, the method wasn't working the way she hoped. Maybe she had outgrown it or maybe there were just too many things that were making her tense. And she had plenty of things to be tense about.
Tings had not gone as planned. She was overstaying her schedule here in Jump City. She should have nailed Falcone by then but she was nowhere near nailing the crooked mob boss. All she was doing was the fundamental equivalent of beating around the bush. Her thoughts briefly returned to Batman's words: "revenge won't solve anything." She wondered. Was that her only motivation here?
All this time, she thought she was doing the right thing. That she was doing what all heroes do: take down the bad guy for the sake of justice. Thinking back, that last word seemed to have lost meaning over the recent times ever since she started this foolhardy skirmish against Falcone. There was no justice in her objective, only personal gain. True, taking down Falcone would only mean that he would get what's coming to him but justice was only riding shotgun on this trip.
Batman was right, like always. As much as Batgirl denied it, it was true. She wasn't solving anything at this pace. She briefly remembered something the Flash once quoted: "Grandma Flash used to say that the problem with "an eye for an eye" is that everybody ends up blind." Batgirl was ashamed of herself for loosing her sights long ago. She knew then and there that she needed to drastically reevaluate the situation and herself.
On top of all that, there was the problem with this Red X. Up until just a few days ago, the master thief of Jump City was never a factor in this entire ordeal. Now, that guy was all over the place, causing problems on her side just as much as he was on Falcone's. Confronting him was the most direct approach but she doubted that method's effectively considering their first encounter.
As she swung outwards from a tall skyscraper, he glance turned to the side for a short while. On top of a nearby rooftop, she saw Red X looking back up at her. Speak of the devil. Immediately she reoriented her swing and headed in his direction. Red x made no indication that he planned ton leave. If anything he was waiting for her.
Bargirl landed on the rooftop. She landed about ten feet from the crimson thief. She got up and stood ready as if expecting a little hostility from the thief. Red X, however, seemed as docile as ever. He simply stood still, his long cape draped over his athletic figure. Strange, thought Batgirl, he sort of reminds her of another caped crime fighter, only a lot darker and a lot less hair gel.
"I was hoping to see you tonight," said Red X, calm and non-threatening.
Batgirl relaxed somewhat. "You were? What for?"
"I thought we needed to talk about certain things. I think it's pretty obvious we have a mutual target."
"You mean Falcone? Yeah, I noticed that. What do you want to do about it?"
"I want to help you… if you want me to; I mean it's only a friendly offer."
"You…do? Is this one of your tricks?"
"No tricks. I'm convinced that this is what should be done. I should make up to you for all the trouble I caused. I was never really part of this whole equation from the start, was I? This only serves to balance that little mistake out."
"Why do you want to do this?"
"Like most people in my line of work, there are debts I have to repay. I just chose this way to do it."
"Hold on! Why the change all of a sudden? I'm not convinced that's the only reason."
"Do I really need a reason?"
"Yes, you do. Everybody needs a reason for the things they do. It's a sign that what they do is worth something."
Though invisible to Batgirl due to his cape draped over his form, Red X cringed at that last remark. There was something about it that was hauntingly nostalgic. "I…see. Yeah, you're right."
"Then what reason do you have."
Red X momentarily hesitated as if gathering his thoughts. Once ready, he gave his answer. "Falcone, he… took something from me…No…he took someone from me."
Batgirl's once narrow eyes grew wide. Her Body became less tense. She was now listening intently to the thief, feeling what seemed to be empathy.
"I know Falcone has killed a lot of people. One of them was… a little closer to me that would've wished. All this time, I thought I had moved on with it but I soon learned that the only thing driving me from that point on was my thirst for vengeance. It was ruining me and hurting the few precious things I had left. At first, I really didn't give a damn, but because of people like you, I know what's important now."
Batgirl was stunned to say the least. Every word that Red X spoke sounded absolutely authentic and wholehearted. Batgirl was ashamed of herself for the fact that she had to hear a testimony like that from a well known master thief before she herself had the guts to admit the same thing. At that point she felt lower than a snake on the ground.
She wished she could have said that earlier and in the way Red X himself said it. The way he said it himself, he didn't sound like he was asking for sympathy. While regret and remorse was clearly present, his voice didn't loose any of that vigor and tenacity that made him such a feared figure in the ungrounded world. He was truly a changed man but what was truly his essence stayed. That was both intriguing and a little frightening at the same time.
"This isn't right…" said Batgirl.
"Yes it is. I don't want this to end up as another revenge story. My illusion of justice was just a poor excuse for a selfish vendetta that--"
"No, you're right. It's me that's not right."
"Say what?"
Batgirl took a moment to gather her thoughts. "I'm no better than what you think I am. I'm here for the same selfish reasons as you started with…And the sad part is that, I didn't really loose that person. He'll be back on his feet in no time flat. But you… you really lost someone didn't you?"
"I…see."
"Getting that speech from you…well that just makes me sick of myself." At this point Batgirl was trying to avoid his eyes, out of her own shame. "I know I should be better than this but I'm not. I'm as low as can be. You have more reason than me."
Red X was a little surprised by that little revelation. He wasn't expecting this.
"God, I am such a moron," she continued, "running around thinking I was doing a good thing while I'm actually no better than you… no offense."
"None taken."
"And here you are asking me to point you the right way while I myself have lost all sense of moral direction." She sighed exasperatingly. Batman was right. I can't take on Falcone alone. I never had the proper motivation."
"…Don't say that."
"Huh?"
"Don't look down on yourself like that. If you give up now, you'll never let yourself rest with it. One thing I've learned, even if it was through thievery, is that persistence, above everything else, is what really gets you the prize. Plus, God knows, even if you made this mistake, you're still an infinitely better person than some people." The way Red X said that, it seemed like he was referring to himself.
"I wish I could say that as casually as you. Truth is, now that things are the way they are, I have no Idea where to place my confidence."
"Don't worry about it. Falling down is easy. Finding your feet is what really counts."
"R-Right…"
"Besides, I still have to repay you for saving my life."
Batgirl smiled a bit at that. "You know something X? You're not such a bad guy…"
"…Once you get to know me."
"So I guess this makes this a done deal."
"Guess so. Shake on it?" Red X offered a hand.
Batgirl did not hesitate to take it. "Just out of curiosity, what exactly do you expect to get out of this once it's all over?"
"With any luck, a little peace of mind."
"And what will you do after that?"
"I'm thinking about taking a vacation. A long, long vacation"
"To put up your feet?"
"No, it was a promise I made."
"A promise?"
"I promised her she'd never loose me as long as I can help it."
"Oh… I see," Batgirl gave a wry smile.
Red X noticed. "Don't give me that…"
Batgirls couldn't help but slightly giggle. She supposed that under all that rough, hard-edged exterior, he was still human like the rest of them all. She believed that it was probably her own father that taught her a valuable lesson: Man can fight the world with all of his might and still come out victorious, but everyone looses to loneliness eventually. She wondered if her father taught that same lesson to a certain masked vigilante with an extra set of ears. God knows he needs to hear it.
They were distracted by what they heard to be a scream. A woman's scream to be exact, somewhere below on the streets. Batgirl immediately rushed to the edge of the building to scope it out, mostly out of habit. Red X followed suit at a slightly slower pace. Both of them sighted a woman carrying a little girl about the age of five or six. She was running. Looking behind her, the two teens on the roof found out why.
There was a group of six men running after her and her child. In there hands were some conspicuous little figurines. Without a moment's hesitation, Batgirl reached into her utility belt and took out her grappling hook. She was about to jump off after the group when she remembered her company. She looked to the side at Red X who was already looking at her.
"I have to go help them," she said plainly, "You can… stay here if you want."
Red X turned his head to look at her, not saying a word.
"I mean," continued Batgirl, "I know you don't like being the hero."
Red X lifted an arm and launched a grappling cable from his hand. "Doesn't mean I don't know how…" said Red X, plainly and coldly.
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On the street.
Running for her life and the life of the child in her arms, the woman was loosing energy quite hurriedly. Her pursuers on the other hand looked like they could run three marathons if they had to. It won't be long till they catch her and her child. As much as she knew that to be true, she kept of pushing anyway, cursing the fact that she chose to wear high-heeled sandals that night. Her feet were killing her.
She found that the street was getting darker and darker as she ran. She also noticed that the buildings seemed to loomed over her. Her child, to her credit, didn't whimper a sound throughout the whole time, either out of fear or out of hopelessness.
Soon they both found themselves at a dead end. The street she ran into was a short one and ended up at a brick wall. She tried to turn around and find another way. But it was too late by then as the six men that were chasing her had finally caught up and trapped her. She was absolutely helpless. She started backing away from them until her back was against the wall.
"The target has been acquired," slurred one of the men.
"Factors of escape are none," said another.
"Mission objective almost completed."
The woman began to sink lower in her place. The child in her arms took her head out of the safety of her chest. She saw all six men slowly coming closer to them and immediately buried her head back onto her mother's chest. The older woman tried her best to stay brave and did a fairly good job at it. The men were not intimidated however.
"Leave us alone!" she demanded.
One of the men, who were obviously high on something, carried what looked like a small statue of a woman with a crack at the side. He brought it up to his nose and snorted loudly. He set it back down to his side. "Target must not be allowed to give resistance."
"Acquire it now!" commanded one of the men.
In a flash, a couple of men rushed up to the tow ladies. One man grabbed onto the shoulders of the mother while the other forcedly yanked the child from her arms. No matter how much either protested, and they protested loudly, the men were relentless in separating the two. Soon, the mother and the child were too far from each other's reach.
"Pick on someone your own species, you jerk!"
Batgirl came swinging down on her grappling cable and struck down the man that was holding the older woman. Batgirl's knee went straight into the small of the man's back forcing him to fall to the ground and let go of the woman at the same time. The woman stumbled forward and landed on the ground. Te man that was holding her was already getting up when Batgirl delivered a swift chop to the back of the neck, stunning the man.
The rest of the men were still in a little bit of shock and have yet to recover. Batgirl took this opportunity to strike at her other objective. She pulled out a blunt-edge batarang and threw it towards the forehead of the man who was holding the young girl. The man stumbled back then fell unconscious from the impact and let the girl drop from his grip. The girl immediately ran to her other and they both got behind Batgirl.
Batgirl stood her ground as the remaining four men closed in on the three of them.
"A complication to the mission," said one of them. "We must find a means to negotiate this--"
The man was cut short in his speech as he suddenly felt something tugging the back of his shirt. The two men in the center of the group suddenly found themselves being pulled back suddenly then being forced to the ground. Both men stumbled back and fell to the ground as Red X pulled them there by their collars. They were momentarily stunned from the fall.
Rd X wasted no time in hopping over their fallen forms and engaged the two men still standing. Both men turned around to acknowledge the presence of the crimson thief but they did it a little too late. Red X reached out to one of the men to his side and grabbed him by the shoulders. Forcing the man to go down, Red X brought up a powerful knee to the man's chest. The man screamed in agony as he felt three or four of his ribs snap.
Red X finished him off be swiftly delivering an uppercut to the man's chin which sent him flying up into the air then back down onto the ground, unconscious. The other man that was standing had just recovered from the slight shock of Red X's appearance and started to charge with a fist. Red X predicted as much and grabbed the man's wrist in mid-charge. He then twisted it, causing a scream in pain.
While keeping hold of the outstretched arm, Red X shot an open palm at the man's face, braking the nose and dislocation the jaw. Red X finished him off by grabbing the side of his neck and forcedly throwing him to the ground, completely knocked-out. By then, red X had turned to notice that the two men whom he initially brought down were now recovering, one quicker than the other.
Red X Moved to the one who was getting up faster. As soon as the man was up, he prepared to throw a punch. Red X beat him to it by throwing a lightning-quick fist to the stomach. The man bent over in absolute agony. Red X then grabbed onto the man's neck, lifted the man off the ground, and finally slammed him to the ground hard on his back. The man was knocked out instantly as a few disks in his spine slipped out.
The last guy to recover started having second thoughts about taking on the caped thief. That slight bit of hesitation was all that Red X needed as he closed the distance between them and made a grab for the guy's collar. Red X, using all his might, flipped the man over his shoulder and down on the ground on the flat of his back. Red X followed up by lifting a foot and dropping it down right onto the man's chest, knocking the wind out of him.
By then, it was over. All of the men were pretty much out of commission. Red X turned to the three women near the brick wall. Batgirl was staring at him with a large sweat drop on the side of her face. The mother and child were staring blankly, not knowing whether to thank him or beg for mercy. Batgirl relaxed her stance and seemed to be searching for some words to say.
"Um…nice work," said Batgirl.
"Thanks," said Red X. He then turned his sights to the two ladies behind Batgirl. "You two alright?" he asked plainly.
They both nodded in response which seemed enough to satisfy Red X. "You should leave now."
The mother picked up her daughter and briskly walked off. She stopped at one point to turn to both Red X and Batgirl and said a sincere "Thank you" to each of them. Batgirl nodded with a smile while Red X offered no response whatsoever. The woman and her child eventually left, moving on to safer territories. Batgirl then turned to her unofficial partner.
"So what now?" she asked.
"We have work to do," he said.
Batgirl nodded and they both walked off into the night. Red X briefly looked back behind his shoulder, thinking he noticed something. He saw nothing and shrugged it off to the night chill. As the two teens disappeared, all was quiet once again.
A long moment of silence passed.
Silencer finally stepped out of the shadowy hiding place from which he watched the entire ordeal go down. He continued to stare off in the direction the two costumed teens went off to. He then moved passed the bodies of the fallen junkies who were still unconscious. Though he did not smile, he couldn't even if he wanted to, he was satisfied. Good, he thought, very good indeed.
His mission was to eliminate those two. And he could have done it no more than five minutes ago. But he didn't. He didn't want to. It would have ruined his plan which is, as far as he is concerned, going exceptionally well. Those two were stronger than he had anticipated. They would do well for his purposes. Just a little more time, he thought, a little more patience. They had already gotten rid of bob for him and they will bring down Falcone yet.
Seemingly unaware, Silencer stood still as one of the men was slowly and silently getting up. The man saw the figure of Silencer in the pale light of the moon. He acted on instinct and began to charge at the well-dressed stranger. It was a mistake; a big mistake and also his last.
A flash of silver and suddenly there was a silver blade jabbed straight at the man's throat. Silencer had driven the knife up the man's throat without looking back and in the same amount of time a bee would beat its wing once. Silencer held that pose for a short moment before pulling out the blade and letting the man's corpse fall to the ground.
Silencer reached into his pockets with his other hand and pulled out a piece of cloth. He then started to slowly, almost caringly, wipe the blood off the blade of his antique dagger. He polished it to a mirror sheen and looked into it. On the blade, he looked straight into his own pale and empty eyes. He pocketed the cloth away and sheathed the dagger underneath his suit.
Silencer adjusted his hat and walked off into the night, leaving a cold trail with every step he took.
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Author's note: Had a nasty cold the other day which slowed down the writing process a bit. But I'm okay now so sorry for the slight delay. So now you guys know what Batgirl is doing in Jump City and what her initial motivation is. Also, a little more light is shed on Silencer. Things should get a little more interesting from this point on. As usual, please R&R! See you next time.