She slid down an angled roof to drop quietly to the street below. Two large men were currently considering mugging and raping a woman just heading for home. "I don't think so boys." she told them before they got to the woman. The woman turned startled eyes on this costumed lady. "It's rude to sneak up on unsuspecting women. Run along little lady. I'll take care of the big bad men." The woman hurried off. The two men started advancing on Callie and she noticed something large drop behind them. "I don't really need the help, thanks though."
The two men looked confused until one of them looked back and saw Batman rising from a crouched position. Now they were trapped between the two masked individuals, and they were thinking they'd made a horrible mistake. "I just thought I'd watch and get some pointers." Batman rasped.
"Oh, well, if that's all darling, I can certainly oblige. Although I do hate to have all of the fun."
"What did they do?"
"They were going to rape and mug that poor woman who just left the alley." she stated plainly.
"How the fuck..?" One of the men exclaimed.
"Well, I guess I don't need to wonder if you're telling the truth." he said clearly noting the admission by the man.
"Darling, I never lie. Well, let's get on with it. I thought I might still have a chance to get my nails done tonight." she said and then kicked into one of the men's chests. Batman swung at the other man dropping him easily. With one more hit Callie's man dropped to the ground. "You do good work." she told him.
Batman smirked, "Not bad yourself. I understand you saved Bruce Wayne."
"Yes." she mused. "I must admit, I was slightly surprised that you didn't show up to do it."
"Actually I was working on the disappearance of our missing Mr. James."
"Oh, yes, I'd heard he disappeared. I don't know where he is, but he's alive. I can still feel his hateful thoughts." she grimaced. "It's almost an unclean feeling when they're that bad. Not terribly comfortable I'm afraid."
"So am I to take it you'll be making Gotham your home?"
"My, you don't beat around the bush, do you?" she grinned wryly and approached him. She ran a gloved hand down his armored chest. "I like the armor, it does very masculine things to your physique." he stood completely still. Before she could help herself she leaned up and ran her lips lightly over his. It was like an electric current running between them. "Think it's the secrecy that causes that little tingle?" she whispered.
"I don't know." he whispered back. They both frowned and took a step away from each other simultaneously.
"Fear not Batman, I have no intentions of causing problems in your fair city. I'm here to help. When I'm no longer needed I'll fade away."
"I guess I'm just not a team player."
"Are any of us really?" she looked around. "I should go. It's a quiet night. There's crime, but nothing that I can pick up on immediately. Unfortunately, there's always crime,"
"Guess they haven't figured out crime doesn't pay."
"Probably because at this time it does." she smiled, "But I have a feeling between the two of us we can work towards wiping that belief from their minds."
"Why'd you come to Gotham?" he asked as she turned away.
She stopped and was silent and still. "Something in this city breeds pain and suffering. Thrives on it. Has done so for at least three years if not longer. That…evil… is what called me here. That's what I have to defeat before I can hope to have peace."
"You don't know where it's coming from?"
"No. I haven't been able to pin point it yet. It's chaotic, the thoughts of the monster. It leads so many. It murders and maims. It's what ultimately led to Norman Greco going after Bruce Wayne." she whispered. "When it laughs it's like a sharp pain reverberating in my mind. Such agony."
He noted the strange dreamlike quality of her voice.
"I can feel when it's going to act. It's henchmen carry the dead women away to make room for new. No remorse, no guilt, just a feeling of satisfaction, and underneath a pout that it broke its toys. Now it has to wait, and it doesn't like to wait. Such fury, Bruce Wayne not dead yet. It will make him pay for failing him. It trusted that he would get the job done and he didn't. Now it thinks it will have to take care of the problem itself. First though it must plan, yes, plan a good way for Mr. Wayne to die." she snapped back to herself abruptly.
"What the hell just happened?" Batman asked harshly.
She smiled only very faintly. "I tapped into it. This happens sometimes. I'm just glad you were here that way you heard. Otherwise I would have had to try to arrange the memories."
"You don't remember?"
"Oh, I remember, it's just that they aren't in order. My mind jumps around quite a bit. Probably because the human mind isn't supposed to be able to do it."
"You said they'd try to kill Bruce Wayne again."
She nodded. "Yes, I remember. I guess that means we'll have to make sure Mr. Wayne is protected doesn't it."