And here is another chapter, yay a little quicker! Hope you like it….
Kayla quietly made her way to her apartment building. She needed to be alone, her mind in a whirl. It wasn't enough to kill people, there would always be more villains to take their place. No, she had to take it a step further. She had to show Gotham how to stand on its own, Batman was trying to do that but he was too limited. No, Kayla knew how to stop villainy.
She would be what others feared. Her goal was in sight now that Batman inspired her. She was put on the Earth to help. She burst into her apartment with a wild grin, rushing to her closet. Quickly pushing to the back she got to all of her Halloween costumes she wore for the various work parties she had attended. There, that was what she was looking for. She grabbed her old superhero costume and threw it to the floor, there it was. She smiled as she touched the rough material, it was her old French revolutionary costume. She had read Les Miserables and adored the character Enjolras. He was an strong man who sacrificed everything for the people. Patria was his one love, so Kayla would don this outfit and follow in his wake. She didn't understand why Batman chose to emulate bats and Joker a clown. Kayla would dress as a hero, she thought as she quickly unzipped and stepped out of her dress. She would kill anyone who deserved it, like Enjolras. She would be judge, jury, and executioner. Looking into the mirror, she smiled at her reflection. A thick red coat disguised her womanly features, the brown wool pants were tucked into her knee high boots, and a blond curly wig covered her own red locks.
She smirked as picked up her super hero's mask, it would at least cover her brow and most of her nose, those were the most distinguishing features on her face. She let a moment of pride and excitement wash over her as she stared into the mirror, not seeing herself anymore. Now she meant business, no more hiding! No more trying to please Joker, she was all for herself and all for the people. She picked up the sword she had worn at the party, the blade real. She would fight for those who couldn't, or at least die trying. Grabbing a bag, she put in a different jacket and a long skirt she could quickly change into after she finished her plan. She knew where she would go first, with a sly smile she straightened her coat before making her way out the fire escape, a wild look in her eyes. She kept to the alleyways as much as she could, but had to cross out into the open as she neared her destination.
She got the expected reaction where she went, people gaped, all confused and intrigued about this person walking around looking like a man straight out of history save for the mask. Kayla ignored all the chatter that she left in her wake, knowing full well the sharp sword and mask probably kept them from trying to follow.
It didn't take long till she was standing in front of an old, rundown warehouse. Dropping her bag by the door, she took a deep breath and opened the side door, surprised to find it empty of the usual thugs. Turning cautious, she made her way into the dark room, her eyes adjusting to the dark. With a deep breath she turned toward the room she was looking for and walked in. Her eyes flickering to each open room or crate that people could hide behind, sword in hand.
Just as she was thinking they must have bugged out or are out causing mayhem, a large man lumbered from a door near the end of the warehouse, flanked by two others.
"Who are yous?" Kayla cringed at his grammar, but forced a smile anyway.
"I'm your worst nightmare," she disguised her voice, making it deeper, "I'm the people. I'm the revolution."
Before any of them could react, Kayla lunged forward. She wasn't trained in sword fighting, but it couldn't be too hard. She flicked her wrist, cutting the big man's face. Spinning, she plunged her sword into another's chest while big guy tried to staunch the blood flow. She was horrified for a moment when her blade refused to free itself, before remembering the few lessons Bruce had taught her in hand to hand. She grabbed the hand of the smaller man, making sure the knife stayed in his fist, and stepped under his arm. Bringing the twisted appendage back full circle, she made him plunge his own knife into his side and helped it slide down. She gave another twist and felt the bone snap before releasing him to fall on the floor trying to staunch his blood. All that was left was the bigger man, she knew from her father and Bruce that defense was a better offence, so she lowered herself down, ready for the onslaught. The man's first hit missed by a hair, Kayla didn't have time to count her lucky stars before he punched again, this time catching her shoulder and making her stumble. With an adrenaline rush, she pulled her sword from the first man and turned to her last opponent, smiling tauntingly.
"You fucked up coming here," the man growled out, then lumbered to her. She laughed as she ducked under his last punch. Straightening herself out, the woman slashed out at the man's neck, making it partway through until it was stuck. The man dropped, writhing for a moment before he stilled. With a proud face, she went back to her bag, stashing her red jacket and sword in it and pulling on her coat and long skirt over the rest of her costume. Next went in mask, she'd wear the wig until she got to her part of town and could duck into the alleys. She stood, righted herself, and made her way back to her apartment to clean up before going to Bruce. She genuinely hoped she didn't worry him with her disappearance.
And end... I hope you like the twist! It will lead to some craziness, her trying to fight more publicly.