There is blood on the ground. Another fight with one of the villains of Gotham, but I've had worse. I get up too look over my wounds, but I see something move. I see a blur of something in a store window. It takes me a few seconds to recognize it but then I do…It's my own reflection. I sigh. False alarm. But there is something wrong with the reflection. My cape and suit are the wrong colour. A pure white. Suddenly the face in the window distorts. The eyes bulge and turn red and the tip of the nose raises higher the ears become more pointed. The teeth shift and grow longer. I am once again staring into the almost blind eyes of the great white bat of Gotham. I reach out to touch the window, but it isn't there. The bat lets out a scream. She screams again and again…

I reached out to turn off the Alarm on my bedside clock. Another nightmare about the great bat. But it seemed more real this time since now I knew what she looked like. She seemed to be trying to tell me something.

The screams were still echoing in my mind as I walked into the kitchen that morning.

"Another sighting of the great bat last night, Master Bruce." Alfred said from behind the counter.

"Wah?" Was all I could reply.

"She crashed through a shop window. Destroyed a lot of merchandise. She escaped before they could capture her."

"Just like the dream I had…"

"Pardon me sir?"

"I had a dream last night. She was there standing in the store window. She seemed pretty upset. But the way she acted it was if she was trying to speak to me."

"Very unlike you, Sir."

Tim had returned from the trip with his parents and the sightings of the giant bat were becoming more and more frequent. Every night Bruce could have sworn he had seen huge white wings flapping over Wayne manor. Windows often cracked and Bruce was seen covering his ears from a sound that no one else, not even Robin could hear. The dogs of the neighborhood often barked after the sun went down. The people of Gotham became more and more frightened and villains cowered from thoughts of Batman suddenly appearing with a new white suit and better weapons and fighting skills.

Bruce's dreams of the white bat appearing in front of him became darker and stranger, yet seemed more real…

"Once again, where are we going?" Robin asked.

"Wayne towers." I replied for the fifth time.

"And why are we going there?"

"The white bat wants to meet me there."

"And how do you know that?"

"She told me in another dream."

Robin stared at me as if I had gone completely mad. "You don't honestly believe that a Giant white bat is talking to you in a dream do you?"

"I told you. She can't talk. She sowed me the tower in a dream last night. I think she wants me to go there."

"So there is a psychic connection between the two of you now?"

"Robin…" I paused.

"Yes?"

"We're here."

"Would she really care if she sees you in your bat suit?"

"It could be the only way she could recognize me." I said "She's almost blind but the colour and sent will be familiar to her. She's only ever seen me in the Bat suit."

I heard the high pitched sonar the bat often used to navigate Gotham. It almost seemed like she was calling me. I would have cringed, but I was starting to get used to her constant calling.

The map slowly began to form in her mind. She was getting used to this new territory. The Black bat of Gotham had answered her calls. He was at the location. A location familiar to the Black Bat. Over the weeks she had learned a lot about her new friend. But something was different. She could hear and smell something else. A different heart beat. One that was almost the same as the strange, regular heartbeat of her friend. As she hovered over the tower she saw a blur of colours. She kept her distance.

Another heartbeat. Another blur of colours. Purples and greens. But a strange yet familiar smell. The smell of chemicals and acids. She didn't like this smell.

Suddenly an explosion rocked the building. The windows shattered. I pulled Robin out of the way to protect him from the glass. I heard laughter that was all too familiar.

"Joker…" Robin sighed.

She dipped her nose toward the ground and stretched out her claws. She hated that sound. The sound that had caused her pain.
"Bird Boy is back!" Joker said, waving his gun as us.

"Joker, I suggest you move…" I tried to warn him.

Joker just laughed. He usually didn't listen to me until it was too late. "May I have this dance?"

The silence of the nightlife of Gotham was suddenly shattered by a scream.

"No, but I think she does." Robin said as he pointed to the sky. "Your White bat is real!"

The bat did a nose dive towards us.

"An addition to the team. The new White Batma-!" Joker was interrupted when the bat swooped down and snatched him from the ground.

"Wait. This wasn't supposed to happen." I headed towards the emergency ladder on the side of the building. "Put him down. It doesn't end like this!"

She perched on a window sill, holding Joker up by the ankle. I could see the fear in his eyes.

She finally had it. The Purple one that had caused her pain. She could smell its blood. By the temperature and sent it was a mammal. She listened to the heartbeat. It was a little faster but in the same range as all the other Heartbeats she had counted in this strange place. This could be a new species that she had discovered. But she knew it couldn't fly, like she could. Very much like the Black Bat. His shape suggested that he was a bat, but his smell and heartbeat did not.

She was hungry. She hadn't been fed for two days. All her victims either tried to hurt her, scare her away or capture her. If she didn't feed she would never heal. This victim will never escape.