[Bruce Wayne's office, Wayne Tower, Now]
"You wouldn't believe how relieved I am that you girls are the ones who came to save him. Also glad that you're the only ones, at that." The woman said. She was leaning against the desk in a laid back manner, as if they were simply acquaintances meeting up for a drink. As BlueBird, who was walking on her own now, and Orphan got closer, BlueBird began feeling dizzy, and nearly tripped.
"C-C-Cass...Orphan..." She began to say as she stopped and put her hand on the wall for leverage. "V-Vis-Vision..." She was leaning against the wall, bent over and clutching her stomach with her free hand. Her body was involuntarily shifting from side to side as she felt something coming on.
Orphan stopped and went to check on BlueBird, when BlueBird began swatting her away.
"Holy shit," the woman said, in what sounded like genuine concern. "Holy shit, Harper are you--"
Bang!
A quick kick to the chest from Orphan sent the woman flying over the desk and smashing into the wall behind it. She hit the floor with a thud before slowly standing up and muttering nonsense to herself.
Finally she spoke aloud. "Okay, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?" She vaulted over the desk and charged at Orphan. The woman attempted to jump at Orphan and tackle her, but instead Orphan ducked and kicked the woman in the stomach as the she flew above Orphan.
She landed on her face and rolled a few times before groggily forcing herself up, grasping at her stomach.
The woman attempted to speak, but instead only stood, gaping.
"Don't. Say. Her. Name." Orphan said to the woman before quickly approaching and throwing a fake punch, getting the woman to block before she took advantage and kicked the inside of the woman's knee that was farthest from Orphan, buckling it. As the woman was on her one knee, Orphan began unloading punches, left and right, onto the woman's head, knocking her side to side.
Finally, after Orphan realized that the woman had taken enough punches, she took a brief step back before lunging forward and smashing the woman's face with her knee.
The woman fell onto her back and started groaning.
Orphan stood up straight and looked around the office. Behind her to the left was Batman, in front of her was the doorway out, and just right of that doorway was BlueBird, still clinging to the wall.
Orphan started to advance on Bluebird, when she was interrupted.
"Y'know, I was a Robin once," The woman called out as she slowly got up from the floor. "You don't know what I've seen." She took a deep breath. "You don't know what I've been through." She slowly walked around the room groggily, speaking in a weakened tone. Everyone else was still, staring at the woman. "Honestly, I've seen Batman after Batman killing. Whether by accident or purposely, it doesn't matter. I've seen it and I've come to stop it from happening to any of the other earths.
"You see, as I was working for him—sorry, with him—" she gazed at Bruce. "I realized that the only reason that crime was so rampant was because he existed. Joker? Fell into that vat of acid because of Batman. In every earth where he exists." She paused for a few heartbeats. "Actually no, there's one where Bruce dies at the hands of Joe Chill and Thomas and Martha Wayne are still alive. Martha becomes the Joker though. But that doesn't stop the fact that all crime spikes in Gotham happen because of the Batman, wherever he exists."
"You're wrong!" Bruce called out as he struggled. "I am the one controlling the crime! Crime has gone down!"
"No," She said in a lighthearted voice. "Not at all. Every earth I've been to has strived without Batman, some even without the entire Justice League, which I've done. You wouldn't believe what it's like without them. Phenomenal!"
"You're lying! You're just another crazed freak!" BlueBird shouted as she came back from her brief spell of dizziness, but she was only ignored.
"So, Bruce, you wanna see your parents again? Alive?" The woman was now standing opposite of Orphan and Blueird, behind Bruce's desk. "Because I can do it. You wouldn't believe how many places I've been where Joe Chill never even existed. You and your parents survived. I can bring you to one of those places for a short period of time and reunite you. Just stop being Batman, and that's it. Or else, I'll have to kill you.
"And believe me, I really don't like killing. It honestly appals me. But sometimes something has to be done, and I was the only one both capable and willing to do it. I gave up my life for this, Bruce. I gave up everything I ever had to do this! Everything I've ever known and loved! I had to abandon them on this goddamn crusade because Bruce Wayne never knows how to get over it!" She was shouting nearly at the top of her lungs, and Bruce only sat silently, listening to the woman's fit of yelling.
Bruce smirked for a moment before making a quiet comment. "You're in over your head."
With full confidence, Bruce quickly stood up and tried to force his arms away from his body in an attempt to snap the rope around him. Instead, his arms remained constrained to his sides and the woman simply stood in place.
"Was—was something supposed to happen?" The woman asked with a mocking curiosity, snapping out of her self-induced fury. Bruce slowly got down onto his knees and started reworking his plan. "I told you before that the stuff you're wrapped in is unbreakable," Her words were harsh, quick, and filled with the anger that had been shown only moments before. "Not even the Omega Beam could break it." The woman took a small device from her pocket and tapped a few buttons before carefully tossing it to the ground a few feet away from her.
She slowly walked around the desk toward Bruce and shook her head. "For that, we're gonna need some discipline." A series of beeps and ticks came from the small device as the woman slowly approached it and stopped just next to it. "This device," she began, now with a soothing, gentle voice, as if talking to a kindergartener. "Creates a stable...doorway to other earths." A small beam shot out of the device, about six feet high, and stopped. A few moments later the beam widened and showed a different setting than what was actually behind it. "Far as I know, the first and only of it's kind." She now sounded like a stereotypical scientist, excited by her own work, but trying to hide the joy.
The image in the strange beam cleared and showed what looked like an armoury. The woman looked into the image and paused, as if thinking of what weapon to use against them. Finally, she reached in and grabbed a weapon. BlueBird was astonished, and slightly creeped out that the woman's arm did not reappear on the other side of the image.
The woman pulled her choice of a weapon out of the image, picked up the device, flipped a switch to turn it off and placed it in a pouch on her waist.
The weapon she had grabbed was a traditional Japanese katana, perfectly fit in its scabbard. The scabbard itself was a bright ice white with an intricate, thin black floral design from the top to the bottom. The hilt was typical of a katana, but had a white wrap over a grey base, the pommel was a flat metal. The guard was simple as well, as it was flat, small and ice white.
She started moving slowly and gracefully with the prestigious and delicate weapon in her hands. She placed the bottom of the scabbard on the ground and knelt down in front of it, holding the handle with both hands to keep the weapon vertical.
She began muttering incomprehensible words before standing and placing the scabbard in a slot on her waist and unsheathing the sword. At the base of the blade, just above the guard, were a series of unreadable inscriptions on both sides of the blade.
"I kill relentlessly, but I fight with honour!" She shouted, with a hardy, challenging voice, as she readied her weapon. She moved closer to Bruce, but kept a weary eye on Orphan and Bluebird. As she got close enough, she began focusing more on Bruce. She was finally within striking distance.
Her blade seemingly gleamed with anticipation, the glimmering metal waiting for a single slash to bring any warrior down. Both of her hands were wrapped firmly around the handle, but not tight enough to turn her knuckles white. Even in the stance she was currently in, she seemed graceful, and deadly.
She was still for a few moments, soon followed by a flurry of sudden ferocity.
In a split second, she raised her sword above her head and made a swift strike downward, leaving Bluebird and Orphan stunned.
A loud thud circled the office, making way for something truly unbelievable.