Raid

Blaze sat alone in her living room, looming over a big piece of paper. Her costume had been thrown in the wash and mask hung up. Instead she wore a light blue tank top with yoga pants that had some guns covering a heart on one side. She was so engrossed in the work before her that she didn't even hear someone else step into the room, until they spoke.

"What are you working on mistress?" asked a slightly pudgy man in an all black suit.

"Just a heist" Blaze said, not even looking up. "But Donald I did say you don't have to call me Mistress... It's to formal."

"But it is what I called your mother before she passed on, and your father, Master."

"Ya, and doubt they liked it either. Your more like family Donald, just call me Mari."

"That is very kind of you, though I don't think it would feel right."

"Whatever makes you comfortable."

"What about Marionette?"

"Now you know I hate that name,I can't believe my father picked it." Blaze yelled finally looking up from the coffee table.

"Ah well he was obsessed with puppets my dear" Donald answered. "Did your father ever tell you how him and your mother met?"

"It was an arranged marriage."

"Yes, but it was a peculiar one. You see your father met your mother long before the marriage, saved her life quite many times. Turns out she was being "harassed" by a rival family. But of course the boss didn't care, and got mad at your father when he found out he was butting into business that wasn't his."

"humph like that's anything knew. They were always arguing."

"Yes, but somehow your father was able to talk to the boss. He told him the only way the women would be spared is if she was one of us. So the marriage was arranged, and it was quite a love filled one."

"Ha-ha, bet that pissed him off."

"It did indeed Mistress."

Donald walked closer to Blaze as she refocused her eyes on the paper below her, the butler saw that it seemed to be a blue print of quiet a huge, and tricky building.

"That seems to look quite difficult?" he spoke. "May I guess it's the reason why you haven't committed any other crimes?"

"Yes..." Blaze answered, a little unsure.

Donald nodded his head then began to walk away as he noticed Blaze's eyes becoming even more consumed in the images. It was going to be a long night.

Blaze had finally finished looking over the layout, so she went downstairs to slip on her costume. A shrouded mask curved around her forehead, eyes and the top of her nose (kinda looks like Catwomen's from the newest Batman movie). Then the top was a black long sleeve v-neck that rested just below her shoulders. Skin tight, matching pants covered her thighs and last she slipped on a pair of flat boots that held a couple of her scores on the braces.

"Should you really be taking these?" asked Donald, as he handed her a pair of gloves and a small dagger.

"It's best if no one suspects me, my powers are quite unique" Blaze answered.

Donald nodded his head with a little regret.

"I will be fine" she assured him, patting him on the shoulder before disappearing.

Blaze appeared on a hill side just a couple blocks away from her target, but at her height she could still the building. She wiped her brow and pushed out a sigh, it looked different up close. Then she shook her and stood up from her sneaking position.

"It has to be done" she said in dark whisper.

Then all emotion left her face as she jumped down, and ran with her head down towards her enterence. The blueprints had said there was a back door that was watched over by only one guard, for no one dared step back there because the place was crawling with rats. Fortunately that door opened directly in front of Blaze's mark. She slipped against the stone wall, peering around the edge to make sure the blueprints didn't lie. Sure enough one guard sat by the door surrounded by mouse traps that could kill a bear.

"Paranoid idiot" Blaze let out.

She pulled up the hood that connected to her shirt then faded into the darkness that surrounded the man. At a very young age Blaze was taught to be as silent as a rock, but as limber as a gymnast. It seemed her mother was quiet the skilled thief, some compared her to Catwomen except she only stole from the rich, the corrupted rich that was. Having a rival mafia family after her life made sense now. A couple corpses crunched under Blaze's feet as she sneaked closer to the man, surprisingly not giving her away. The guard was to distracted by a couple of live rats that were closing in on him and his late dinner. He stood up and tossed his plastic fork at one, with a grumble. At that moment Blaze swooped in behind him and wrapped her arms on the man's nose and mouth. He struggled as her grip tightened, then his body started to convulse as the air left him. In a second the man's body fell limp, Blaze placed him down on his chair making sure not disturb anything else. The guard would look like he just fell asleep on the job, which it was rumored he did a lot. Phase one was complete as Blaze unlocked the door, and put the guard's keys back in his pocket before closing the door behind her. She crouched down even smaller this time, as a flashlight inched close to her, for another guard had obviously heard the door open.

"It must have been nothing" he said mainly to himself after a few seconds, then turned around.

Blaze took a low stride between all the locked doors that surrounded her, her eyes scanning the gold plates on them before she moved on. She turned a corner and stood up, sinking into the bricks as a guard glanced in her direction, there where so many gate's for them to spot her at. She was about to let out another sigh when she spotted it, her mark. She crouched again then scurried over to the door, picking the lock. It took her a couple minutes, and she was starting to get worried and frustrated, but finally the knob gave and she slipped inside.

"What, who's there" came a voice, as Blaze closed the door behind her.

"Hello Joker" she sneered, stepping into the moonlight and pulling off her hood.

"Well what do I owe this visit?" the clown asked.

Blaze's grinned widened as she noticed the small hint of fear in her mark's voice, the only reason he was scared is because he knew Blaze would kill him if given the chance. No hesitation like the Batman, she had lost to many people and someone had to finally pay. She pulled out the small dagger then grabbed the Joker slamming him against the wall. Silence meant nothing to her anymore, the bastered was in front of her and she was ready. The blade nicked the clown throat just before his cell door was swung up and Blaze was tackled. She fought the guard, struggling to keep the knife in her hands, but soon she lost it and it flew out of the cell. The guard slammed Blaze down by her wrists, then pulled her up once he thought he had gained control. But as soon as she caught a glimpse of the Joker the thief started struggling again. Another guard grabbed on to her, helping it's campaign as Blaze began to thrash and scream. They got close to the front, but anger seem to cloud Blaze's mind.

"You will parish, you Son of a Bitch!" she spat back at Joker as she watched another guard trying to shove him back into his padded room.

Her head whipped up and she froze, catching her refection in the metal decorators that stood close by. Her hair was full of sweat and sticking up all over. Some bangs covered her left eye, but her right one held a nice shiner from the guard that had taken her down, even her mask couldn't completely hide it. Her clothes were wrinkled and her stomach was showing, she was surprised she even recognized herself. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw a third guard coming towards her with a small syringe in his hands. Now fear pushed into her brain, pulling her back to reality. In one fast movement she crouched down and tripped the two guards holding her. They fell to the floor, releasing her as the third guard swung the needle towards Blaze's arm. She just barely dodged it, kicking it out of the man's hand next, then giving him a roundhouse to the face. At the sound of the guards groaning below her she bolted to the closet exit, she had promised herself she wouldn't go back to prison.

Author's note: Scarface who the Batman fans known as Arnold Wesker is Blaze's father if you didn't catch that. Wesker was born into a powerful mob family, and for my story he was put into an arranged marriage through the mob. Surprisingly a child was born but soon after the mother died. When Wesker started to get torn between Scarface, the mob, and a crime free life, ( as we saw many times in Batman, it seemed like Scarface forced Wesker in the crimes) he stashed away some of his fortune for his daughter to inherit when she became of age.