She moved like a ghost across the roof tops of Gotham; unseen by the unsuspecting citizens down on the streets. She reveled in the freedom she had in these few moments. There were no expectations, no limits to what she had to do, or could do. No one knew she existed. Her lithe, leather clad figure came to a stop when she spotted the Condominium complex where her prey was located. Deep brown leather, just this side of black, reinforced with special Kevlar molded to her body like a glove. Boots and gloves of the same color, the boots reaching to just above her knees, had special traction on the bottom and palms to prevent her from slipping. One other 'special' ability of the boots was that if she slanted her feet slightly she could slide as if on ice. It had taken practice to get used to them, but now they were a dream. They had no heel on them, and were so supple sometimes it felt like she was running barefoot.
Her head and face was covered by a special mesh mask which was golden brown in color, and glowed with Celtic runes. It almost completely covered her face and hair, leaving only her mouth visible. Under the mesh a person could only faintly make out facial features where her nose and eyes would be, but she could see out perfectly. To complete the outfit she was equipped with a utility belt with special gadgets on it, special pockets located along the leather outfit, and a deep-brown hooded cloak made of special material in case she needed to glide from a high distance. That was the only part she didn't like so much. The falling part. Short distance, hey, no problem. Long drops gave her the willies.
She came to the edge of a building, and somersaulted over to a shorter one next to it. Crouching, she saw that the lights were off in his condo, but there was movement inside. All of her senses had become fine tuned, and the special mesh helped even more. She made the small jump, and landed lightly on the balcony to his home. Closing her eyes, she sent out her senses, and could tell that he was in fact not home. Ah, but the empty void inside told her that someone was. That same someone had entered through the balcony which she now stood on. She slipped in through the partially opened door, and wasn't surprised when he froze where he stood.
"My, my." She said in a whispery velvet voice, "I've heard of a cat burglar, but a bat burglar?"
"Who are you?" he asked in a harsh, raspy voice.
"There are many things that I could be called." She answered, and they circled each other very slowly. "Normally, friend, but in Lawrence James' case it shall be teacher." She stopped moving and looked at him. My, he was a figure of a man wasn't he? She found she had the urge to touch those lips to hers. Whoa there, settle down girl. "And what does Batman want with Lawrence James?"
"You're the one who took out Greco." He stated without answering her question.
"Correct. Can't have people gunning down well known philanthropists now, can we?"
"I'm sure Mr. Wayne was grateful."
"And what about Batman?" she asked in that soft voice.
"He hasn't made up his mind if this is a good thing or not." He told her. He had begun moving slightly closer again. "What do you want with James?"
"What do I want with James?" she considered her response carefully. "It has come to our attention that Mr. James enjoys hurting women. We do not think that this should go unanswered."
"Calliope Hughes?"
"One among several others. Our Mr. James has quite a history of violent encounters." She sat on the couch behind her suddenly, spreading out her cloak, and crossing her legs.
It startled him slightly, but he stayed alert. Odd, he'd had Gordon do a background check, but hadn't found anything other than one report from one ex girlfriend that had been dropped. "Where'd you get your information? There aren't any police reports."
"Nothing reported except for the one that was dropped, yes I know." She said studying her glove, while swinging her leg slightly.
She looked the picture of ease, but somehow he knew she was just as alert as he was. There was a love seat across from her, and he sat down carefully while keeping watch on the enigma in front of him. He knew she was female because of her voice, and her body, but no flesh was exposed. "Then how do you know it's a habit of his?"
She stilled and leaned forward slightly. "Because I read it in his mind."
"You read it in his mind?" he asked shocked. "And people think I'm crazy."
"Now, now, no name calling. I can't read everything, or everyone. Take yourself for example. You're a complete void to me which means you have excellent shields, and you're in complete control of your body and mind. Mr. James, while having some blank spots that I can't read, can't control his anger, therefore it makes it easier to pick up. I think it's those primal urges."
"And you've seen him hurting women?"
"Oh yes. The ex who dropped charges, the girl he took advantage of, then threatened; she was too scared to even contact the police. One girl's broken nose, another's broken wrist. A brilliant man with one of the largest flaws. Proof that all men are fallible. He only bruised Calliope Hughes, but earlier this evening, when I felt him, when I saw his thoughts so clear while I was so far away. The violence he felt towards her was frightening. So I am here to teach Mr. James."
"By killing him?" he asked.
"Oh no, Batman. I'm no killer. Not unless it was a situation of survival. I believe in justice. If there was a way to make the women he's changed come forward, then that's the method I would use. However, seeing as that won't happen, fear shall be the professor for these lessons."
"What made you come to Gotham?"
"Perhaps we can save that question for another time?" She stood and edged back into the corner of the room. He could barely make her out in the shadows. "It seems Mr. James will be arriving in the next few moments."