~Shadow~Singer~
By Alexia Goddess
Prologue
Gotham City.
A rambling, shining city of wealth and prosperity. At least from where
she was standing. But if she, this being of darkness and shadows, were
to turn, she would see quite a different side of this giant modern
kingdom. For a Kingdom it was. You had its Lords, the great and wealthy
business men. You had your ladies and duchesses; the models and actresses.
This modern-day kingdom even had its own champion, its own hero of
legends. The dark knight they called, 'Batman.'
The girl's dark lips curved in a bitterly amused smile.
How cliche.
The girl turned away from the glittering lights of the nighttime city,
and surveyed the other side of this 'kingdom.' Ah, the peasants and the
serfs; the less well off citizens of Gotham. She even spied those of
the rogue; thieves and assassins.
Yes, this massive city was no different than a traditional Kingdom.
Except for one thing...
A knight or a champion always had their common enemies, the groups of
nobles or the individiual knight or two jealous of his glory, and this
Kingdom's dark knight -Batman- had all that, all right. But he was
missing something...
The one thing that a hero never lacked was one *arch* enemy. One
adversary that was eternally keeping him on his toes, a competitor that
matched no other of his enemies.
Herculese had Hera, Zeus; Hades, Saint George; the Dragon, Robin Hood;
Prince John. The list was endless, and the pattern unmistakable, the
tradition ever upheld. The single rule ever unbroken.
Again, the girl smiled thinly, and turned away from the poverty of
Gotham, and into the dim, almost sinister glow of the streetlamps. As
she thought, she ignored the stares she was recieving. She had long ago
gotten used to them; she was aware of her eye-catching appearance; long,
body-hugging black dress, blacker than night and no ornaments, just a
swooped neckline and four thin straps; one holding the dress up, the
other three hanging off her shoulders.
Along with her dark red, nearly black lips, shadow-black eyes, snow-
white skin, and hair so dark it seemed to eat up light like a hungry
black hole, going to her thights and curling at the ends made her look
like a demoness...
At least, it would have had it not been for the oddly calming quality
her prescence had on the pedestrians.
The girl, no more than seventeen, grinned slyly at the particularily
curious thought of a young man that passed her. Another man she threw
a dark and sinister look that immediately made him turn his perverted
fantasies elsewhere.
The girl stopped for a moment at a corner, and spied a couple standing
at a window at a gift shop. The woman was avidly wishing for a lovely
black choker, while the man was sweating in his shoes about what to
offer to buy his fiance for their dating-anniversary. And the woman
was grabbing for an excuse to mention the choker.
The black haired girl cocked her head in thought. Why not? She decided.
Telepathy was all very good and well in battle, but every once in a
while she got tired of using it only for fighting.
Stepping away from the corner and the group of three drooling jocks,
she swept past the couple, and swiftly, gently, softer than a summer's
breeze, lifted her slender, pale hand and let the pads of her fingertips
every so gently brush the nape of the man's neck. The touch was light
than an angel's kiss, and -apparently- no one noticed, but it was
enough of a contact to transfer the 'suggestion.'
"How about that choker?" The man spoke, putting an arm around the
woman's waist as she looked up at him adoringly.
"Oh, Nick, you read my mind! I'd love it!" She cooed, snuggling into
his embrace. A few feet down the sidewalk, the black haired girl
chuckled in amusement. With a sigh of emotional regret as she looked
back at the happy, snuggling couple, her eyes fell, and with barely
disterbing a whisper of air, she silently slipped back into the shadows
of an alley from whence she had come.
As she melded back into the darkness, she failed to catch a whisper of
a thought that wafted through the night air. If one were to follow that
thought back to its creator, one would have seen a lithe form on a
rooftop, its eyes narrowed. It had watched the woman with great interest,
but now that she was gone, the lean black form turned, flared its arms,
and soared into the sky, until the red shape on its chest was no longer
visible.
To Be Continued....
Awfully short and pointless, I know, but did it set the mood? Did that
obtain the shadowy, mysterious aura I intended or was it just wierd?
Please review and tell me if you think this is worth continuing! My
first BB fic!!!! Please be nice! Critism (Note; I said CRITISM *not*
flames! There is a difference!) and ideas are more than welcome.
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY*
By Alexia Goddess
Prologue
Gotham City.
A rambling, shining city of wealth and prosperity. At least from where
she was standing. But if she, this being of darkness and shadows, were
to turn, she would see quite a different side of this giant modern
kingdom. For a Kingdom it was. You had its Lords, the great and wealthy
business men. You had your ladies and duchesses; the models and actresses.
This modern-day kingdom even had its own champion, its own hero of
legends. The dark knight they called, 'Batman.'
The girl's dark lips curved in a bitterly amused smile.
How cliche.
The girl turned away from the glittering lights of the nighttime city,
and surveyed the other side of this 'kingdom.' Ah, the peasants and the
serfs; the less well off citizens of Gotham. She even spied those of
the rogue; thieves and assassins.
Yes, this massive city was no different than a traditional Kingdom.
Except for one thing...
A knight or a champion always had their common enemies, the groups of
nobles or the individiual knight or two jealous of his glory, and this
Kingdom's dark knight -Batman- had all that, all right. But he was
missing something...
The one thing that a hero never lacked was one *arch* enemy. One
adversary that was eternally keeping him on his toes, a competitor that
matched no other of his enemies.
Herculese had Hera, Zeus; Hades, Saint George; the Dragon, Robin Hood;
Prince John. The list was endless, and the pattern unmistakable, the
tradition ever upheld. The single rule ever unbroken.
Again, the girl smiled thinly, and turned away from the poverty of
Gotham, and into the dim, almost sinister glow of the streetlamps. As
she thought, she ignored the stares she was recieving. She had long ago
gotten used to them; she was aware of her eye-catching appearance; long,
body-hugging black dress, blacker than night and no ornaments, just a
swooped neckline and four thin straps; one holding the dress up, the
other three hanging off her shoulders.
Along with her dark red, nearly black lips, shadow-black eyes, snow-
white skin, and hair so dark it seemed to eat up light like a hungry
black hole, going to her thights and curling at the ends made her look
like a demoness...
At least, it would have had it not been for the oddly calming quality
her prescence had on the pedestrians.
The girl, no more than seventeen, grinned slyly at the particularily
curious thought of a young man that passed her. Another man she threw
a dark and sinister look that immediately made him turn his perverted
fantasies elsewhere.
The girl stopped for a moment at a corner, and spied a couple standing
at a window at a gift shop. The woman was avidly wishing for a lovely
black choker, while the man was sweating in his shoes about what to
offer to buy his fiance for their dating-anniversary. And the woman
was grabbing for an excuse to mention the choker.
The black haired girl cocked her head in thought. Why not? She decided.
Telepathy was all very good and well in battle, but every once in a
while she got tired of using it only for fighting.
Stepping away from the corner and the group of three drooling jocks,
she swept past the couple, and swiftly, gently, softer than a summer's
breeze, lifted her slender, pale hand and let the pads of her fingertips
every so gently brush the nape of the man's neck. The touch was light
than an angel's kiss, and -apparently- no one noticed, but it was
enough of a contact to transfer the 'suggestion.'
"How about that choker?" The man spoke, putting an arm around the
woman's waist as she looked up at him adoringly.
"Oh, Nick, you read my mind! I'd love it!" She cooed, snuggling into
his embrace. A few feet down the sidewalk, the black haired girl
chuckled in amusement. With a sigh of emotional regret as she looked
back at the happy, snuggling couple, her eyes fell, and with barely
disterbing a whisper of air, she silently slipped back into the shadows
of an alley from whence she had come.
As she melded back into the darkness, she failed to catch a whisper of
a thought that wafted through the night air. If one were to follow that
thought back to its creator, one would have seen a lithe form on a
rooftop, its eyes narrowed. It had watched the woman with great interest,
but now that she was gone, the lean black form turned, flared its arms,
and soared into the sky, until the red shape on its chest was no longer
visible.
To Be Continued....
Awfully short and pointless, I know, but did it set the mood? Did that
obtain the shadowy, mysterious aura I intended or was it just wierd?
Please review and tell me if you think this is worth continuing! My
first BB fic!!!! Please be nice! Critism (Note; I said CRITISM *not*
flames! There is a difference!) and ideas are more than welcome.
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY*