I wandered into downtown Gotham, sticking to the sidewalk and minding my own business.

Gotham was crawling with people. They were shopping, on their lunch break. Nobody was trying to stop and smell the roses, not that there were any in Gotham besides maybe in the flower shops. Little girls tried to walk quick and tall like their mothers as they were yanked along, no time to play.

I looked up into the skyline above and watched Super Heroes fly by, chasing whoever they were tasked with collecting and turning in. Vigilantism. Fine. It was already accepted by the people that there were far worse things than a super-powered freak who was trying to stop other super-powered freaks from hurting them, ruining their meager, ant lives.

My eyes returned to the faces that were passing me by. They all looked bored. They wouldn't be so bored if I showed them my face.

Still, I tugged my long sleeves over my hands. I couldn't do it, even if I wanted to. There were so many of them, what if they…

I quickly shook my head and managed to shake it hard enough to knock myself off balance. I stumbled back into someone.

"Watch it!" His voice said.

"Sorry, sorry." I muttered and got my footing. Got impenetrable skin, but the chemicals could do nothing for my balance issues. Should have taken ballet lessons as a kid.

"Easy, you okay? You aren't drunk, are you?"

I reeled around on the guy. Black hair, tall, built but not built like Bane, obviously.

"Feh." I turned back around and kept walking. "You ain't worth my time, pretty boy."

He was stunned into silence for only a second. "W-wait, hold up a minute, what? I was only concerned for you!"

"Yeah, a lot of people are concerned for me." I sneered. "Join the crowd."

"Look, lady," He followed me. "What is your problem?"

"You're following me."

"You're being rude!"

"I said you were pretty. How was that rude?" I rolled my eyes. Another one of these ones. Probably a bible thumper or something. Following me to convert me.

"Your intonation."

"Fine. Get lost, please, pretty boy." I curtsied sarcastically.

"Cute." He muttered.

"You asked for it."

"Look, I think we started off on the wrong foot." He offered his hand. "I'm Damian."

"I'm leaving." I waved.

"What is wrong with you?"

I paused. What was this guy's angle? I didn't have money to give him, and I wasn't interested in being a henchmen. Not like he could intimidate me into anything… What the hell? Who was this asshole?

"I'm fucked up." I answered. I pulled down my scarf and grinned at him, hoping it would get him to go away. Several people around us gasped and jumped back.

"It's her! It's her!"

"Shit." I muttered.

"Police! Someone call the police!"

"This is what I get for hanging out with Rex." I put my scarf back.

This Damian guy did not look phased in the slightest.

"Please, I've seen scarier things in my basement." He rolled his eyes. "Shark teeth? Ha."

"Oh whatever, pretty boy, I gotta go." I turned and ran. Ladies were fainting at the sight of me, as though I'm going to slice them open. Men were shuddering when I looked at them. It was time to ghost.

"Can I come with?" He asked.

"Your loss if you wanna come with me." I shook my head. "I don't care. Do what you want. I'm going to a place where pretty boys don't go."

The Damian guy followed me all the way to the fighting ring. Scotty, the new organizer after whatshisface with the clipboard got tossed in for Croc, was waiting for me.

"Been a while. Who's this guy?"

"Some jackass that followed me." I shrugged.

"That kinda looks like… Uh, anyway, Croc and Baby Doll are waiting to see you before the match?"

"Baby Doll? Like that actress?"

"Yeah, that's her. She's got something she wanted to talk to you about. Your match with the next fighter will start soon though."

"Then tell them they have to wait. I have a match."

I unwrapped my scarf and handed it to Scotty. I trusted him enough that he wouldn't take it. It was worthless, besides. I put in my mp3 player and headphones, a gift from Rex after I went into my "mood", and put them into my ears. Shrink the World, Yellowcard. Not bad. He must have looked at my computer before they put it into storage.

Damian just looked at me. I went to the arena.

There were two men waiting for me in the arena. I looked up to the betting board. Everything was against me, they thought. Two on one. As if that would get me. I was in no way good, but I was better than the amateurs they threw at me. Since Bane, none of them had been any bit of a challenge. But apparently having more than one would make it more difficult for me to knock their asses out. Sad for them.

They weren't cocky, though. They were keeping their heads on. I sighed. I cracked my knuckles.

I walked up to them. I stared at them. The bell rang. They did nothing.

"Are you waiting for me to do something?" I asked them.

I noticed one of them was shaking. The other was standing slightly in front of him.

"Y'all ain't a couple, are you?" I asked.

They didn't say anything.

"What are you waiting for?" I poked the one in front. "Hit me. Like, seriously."

Still nothing. Sketchy. My skin crawled, but I ignored it. What were they waiting for?

"No? Well, okay then." I curled my fingers into a fist and slugged the first one in the gut.

He fell to his knees, coughing and vomiting.

"Ew, my boot." I stepped quickly away. Too late, there was already puke on it. I tried wiping it on the ground.

"Y-you bitch!" The other one tried to hit me.

I just kinda stepped out of the way and he tripped over his partner, falling face first into the dirt.

What, was that it? Then why were all the bets against me?

Five more guys jumped in from the seats above.

That's why.

I cracked my knuckles.

Fighting was so boring sometimes.

There was another one who jumped into the ring: the Damian guy.

"What the hell are you doing?" I hissed. "If you challenge me, I'm knocking your ass out."

"I'm here to help you! Scott said I should, calm down, okay?" He shook his head.

I picked one of the men up by his ankles and swung him at the others like a baseball bat. They all flew against the wall. Damian had to duck to get out of my way.

Song: He Mele No Lilo. Rex definitely went through my computer.

I slammed the men's heads against the floor or kicked them when they got up. More of them came into the ring, almost filling it.

I began laughing at them as they tried to hit me, or when they did I laughed harder. It almost tickled.

Damian must have had some kind of special training or something, because he was taking out just as many as I was taking out with sheer brute force. He was some kind of acrobat, at that rate. Maybe he was from the circus? Maybe that was it.

I kind of found myself not caring though. I should have, some weird guy following me, but I didn't.

When the men stopped coming, I took a deep breath and let it out. Damian was breathing heavily when he straightened his back.

I wrapped my arm around his neck and tightened my grip until a moment after he stopped moving. I checked to make sure I hadn't killed him before I threw him over my shoulder and left the ring. I'd figure it out later, but I would be damned if I wasn't the last man standing in the ring.

A few people got very rich and a lot of people got very poor. Sucks if you bet against me or Rex. Rex didn't even generate a large amount of money anymore because everyone knew he would win.

I met Scotty and retrieved my scarf, gave no explanation for the man slung over my shoulder, and went to the green room.