Monica
It is years into the future of Gotham City. The cycle of Batmans has long been deceased. Gotham has been laid to waste by numerious betty criminals as well as those notorious for taunting Batman throughout his career. His faithful sidekick, Robin, has long since gone to become the leader of a small group, the Teen Titans, who watch over Jump City.
For the terrified citizens of Gotham, it seemed that hope was useless. They had been expecting a hero for so long now that it seemed only a distant memory. Around this time though, a young girl created the ambition of becoming the citys next savior. Her name was Monica Wayne and she was in fact the only surviving relative of the first Batman, Bruce Wayne. Raised on the streets by a simple thug of the Jokers, she had obtained great fighting abilitys beyond those required to work for her destined boss,behind his back. The Joker, bored with her, simply sent her away to live thw rest of her miserable life on the streets. She was sixteen.
Monica spent most of her time wandering the streets when one day as she was walking down an allyway she spotted a helpless citizen cowering under the shadow of a giant thug.
"No leave me alone, I have nothing" shouted the man.
"Oh yes you do! The Joker is aware of the information you contain so don't even try to fake it.You..." in mid-sentence the thug had been struck horriably in the head by a striking blow. He came crashing to the ground with a hard thump, Knocked cold out.
"Jolly good, mam! I thought I'd find you here. Your quite hard to track and that's a good start." the refined man said as he brushed the dust off of his suit.
" Find me!I don't even know you" Monica exclaimed almost frustrated.
" You are Monica Wayne I expect"
"Well yes, but who are you!"
" You can call me Alfred, mam."