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Gotham City, or simply Gotham, is an American city rife with corruption and crime. It is the home of its iconic protectors, the Bat Family.
 

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It was dark out, an active time for crime in Gotham, one of the most active. Crime still happened during the day of course, but if you wanted to find the most active crime, you went to Gotham during the night, things increased then, issues got worse, and Natalie Wayne knew that to heart. Batman may be, for all intents, gone now, but Gotham was still protected, by the new Batwoman, which happened to be one of Bruce Waynes children, his daughter which he trained grueling hours, often not allowing her fun pursuits like most kids and ensuring she could succeed where he left off, if such a time came, and it did; almost as if he knew...or in the very least, planned for it in case it did occur. Ever the long term planner, something Natalie hoped she could mimic in her active duties.

Batwoman was becoming a feared figure again, one to look up to for help, and one to watch out for as a criminal. Standing upon one of the many rooftops in Gotham, the fierce red head stood guard, under her costume and disguise, her more serious, cold persona at full alert as she tuned into radio frequencies, waiting for crime to arise, anything to occur. She found it in a active mugging, small time, but it was something; they just never learned.

Stealthily she roamed, as she caught up to the scene...her shadow etching across the alleyway just behind the muggers, but enough for the victom to see, before disappearing. Soon, her quick movements, rapid leaps and bounds from a trained and true athlete took effect, as she lept over a dumpster, slamming her left foot into the muggers head at the side, sending him reeling back. Before he could ready his knife, Batwoman was there, slamming a palm beneath the chin to stun him, kicking out his leg from the side, then slamming the side of his head against the dumpster behind her. Only a small nod was shown to the man who nearly got mugged, quickly calling in the muggers location to the GCPD subtly, and leaving him zip-tied before grappling away to the rooftops once more, hunched down slightly, ears tuned not only to the radio, but her surroundings as-well. Getting trained by quite literal ninja's...well, her father, helped quite a bit. League of assassin's techniques to survive, adapt, and win from the shadows.
 

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As headlights drove by, the alley was illuminated for a brief moment, each time showing the various graffiti of past gangs. And every now and then, there would be enough light to see one of the newer and larger tags.



Water dripped from above to the slick tarmac, echoing down the alley. But there was another sound. A loud clang rang out, the sound of metal against brick, followed by footsteps. Further down, past the steam of a grate could be seen four black, inky figures. As the came closer, their appearance became clearer. Four men, dressed in casual punk attire with various colors of hair in different fashions, and all wearing white face paint with clown make up, and red lipstick defining a sinister smile.

"And just what the hell do you think youse doing there, Red?" Asked the tallest man with a thick Brooklyn accent.

"This is Clownz turf, little girl. Ya best get your ass outta here before we break it." Said a much shorter, but stronger looking man, who sounded as if he were from New Jersey.

"Nah, nah, guys. Lookit her, that's gotta be that Batfreak that's been running around, lately. I say we bash her brains in and send a message to those wannabe do-gooders!" A third man declared, one armed with an aluminum bat wrapped in a chain.

"Better yet, fuck her up, then fuck her silly! She got a nice rack, judging by that outfit, bet she's tight, too." The fourth and final man suggested, this one with a beard dyed vibrant orange, in contrast to his blue hair.
 
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Batwoman was going to zip away to the rooftops again, but then she noticed something, the strange clown sign..it brought back nemories, ones of what her father told her, his rival, The Joker.

Then she heard the voices, but she heard the footsteps before that, careless, full of themselves. Turning she had her head partially lowered, hair blocking her face in a mysterious way as they talked then she looked at them fully, head arched down in a more serious way, eyes locked on the four in a broad scope, one armed, three unarmed.

After she quickly analyzed the scene in seconds she did something perhaps unexpected, something that was her practical trade mark. Her ruby red lipsticked lips turned into a smirk, it was almost...mocking? A very cold mocking smirk at that.

When the first man approached she kept the others in view as they began to partially circle before suddenly lashing out at seemingly blindingly precise speeds, foot connecting to chest, knocking a man back into his baseball bat wielding friend, then she moved...quick, deadly, precise and suddenly elbowed the one to her left in the jaw in a sweeping upward motion, sidestepping a punch from his friend and making him slam his fist into his buddies face, before shifting, kneeing the man who just got rocked in the gut...then slamming her elbow into the back of his head with a pivot.

The fight took a sudden and dramatic turn for them, as moves were utilized against them, often hurting themselves as she gracefuly deflected, dodged, or grappled and maneuvered around to push them to the ground or their friends, at one moment even cracking one of their heads with the baseball bat without ever having to grab it herself.

The fight was over quick from there, three precise strikes and the thugs were down. Who was this Clownz gang? Seemed either new or going pretty well under the radar, admirers of The Joker for sure.

With that, she grappled away, leaving the thugs with cracked ribs, concussions and probably a broken arm or two as she zipped to the rooftops as intended.
 

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With the four thugs bruised and beaten, only one managed to get to his feet. The one who wielded the bat limped away as sirens grew louder, the police closing in on the five men. The five were arrested as the sixth watched from the shadows, then hurried back to his gang's hideout.

Arriving at their hideout and relaying the news to his boss, the man was met with a cackle and a gunshot. He dropped dead and was kicked aside by his leader, as if he was nothing.

"Well, well, well. Looks like Gotham has another bat problem. Boys and girls! The fun is just about to begin!" He shouted to the rest of his crew, met with cheering.
 

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Pamela had put on the outfit again tonight. Her mothers mixed DNA's where growing stronger, her mentel health went slowly to become worse and permanently and that turned out to become dangerous. With all her combined skills, beeing them created, learned or a geneticly gift from both women, from that she was created, she was someone, that you really shouldn't fuck up, if you want to stay out of Hospital.

The Night was young, as she went out of her appartment, wearing her costume. It was a mix out of the outfits of Poison Ivy's and Harley Quinn's Outfits, a green, red and black outfit, with the four playcard simbols, cross, heart, spade and diamond. Around her Arms where ivy vines wrapped and her boots and fingerles gloves where green and in a more floral and leave style than the rest of her outfit. Her eyemask was green but her make up red ans black. She has a small backpack with her, in that she was carrieing some Snacks with her, when she finds a place, where she could watch the City or the Gangs fighting each other or the New Heros, that came up during the last years.

She was hanging out mostly in the Clown territory, because there was nothing that could draw her into breaking in or comitting other crimes than beating up one or two of there thugs. The scene, that she had watched Was a female hero, looking like a big bat, beating up some Clowns. It went fast, like ever, but she had time to watch it and drinking a can of Cola.
"Wowie, that was fun again. I am happy that I don't had the urge to Hang out with this weaklings. Hahahahahaha."
As she started with her late night City trips, she had encounter with a few higher ranked Clown members, that asked her to join. She laughted about there offer and found out how strong she was, after they where totaly beaten up. Since than, the Gang was after her, for revange for that meeting. After that, she was walking around again, useing the rooftops to get away from the scene.
 

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Batwoman knew one of them escaped, well...sort of, she saw him limp away, but she also heard the skuttling of more footsteps, panicked. Good...that means news would travel, let them all know the Bat family has returned to Gotham, that it's protectors have returned.

Looking onward, she heard something else, laughter, careless laughter and like a ghost...ninja, or whatever one might have believed in vanished once she reached the rooftops, hiding behind a wall without so much as a noticeable breath, her heart rate slowed, masked over from years of intense training.

From her position she watched the strange woman get to the rooftops, such odd colors, and strange attitude on top of that, another one of the Clownz? Didn't quite seem like their colors, for now, she'd follow this female from a distance, stealthed...silent, like a spectre in the night, a shadow, unseen and unheard.
 

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Pamela was a bit careless, as she leaved the place. After one Block, she started to wistle the melody of "Nelly the Elephant" and was going in a more playfull and acrobatic way than in a fast and effactive way. This was going on, till she reached a big building, with a big neon sign. There she stayed and continued with acrobatic play.

She was totaly new to this World and only doing this since a month, but with her mothers skills and special abilities, it was like she had been prepared for this life since she was Born. But there where a lot of things, where her skills didn't helped her out at all and she didn't knew, that there where things thatshe had to learn about to.
 

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"Ladies and gentlemen, I think it's time you had some fun. You've been cooped up in here all night. Go on out, stretch your legs, get some air, and plunge Gotham into insanity!" Ordered a pale skinned, green haired man in a leather jacket. His crew cheered and shouted approval as they exited their hideaway and spilled out into the streets, spreading out and drawing out more members of the Clownz. All of them committing various crimes, such as arson, and looting.

Alone, the man flopped onto a broken, torn red couch with springs broken out of it. "That oughta draw out this new bat bitch." He chuckled to himself. "And anyone else looking to be a goody goody."
 

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Of course, her simple diversion of following Pamela would be diverted now. As she watched the woman do some acrobatics, she heard commotion in the distance, then sirens, soon enough tuned in to the police radio frequencies with her ear piece, frowning and turning around from where she was. This was interesting...almost intriguing really, why were the Clownz suddenly out in full force, this quickly?

It didn't matter of course, if they wanted her attention or didn't, she was going; it was just in her nature. Falling off the nearest rooftop, she proceeded to utilize her cape to glide forth through the night sky, traveling from roof to roof, utilizing her grapple gun to boost herself as she sped forth around, her goggles shifting to zoom in, spying for any of the Clownz. Soon enough, she did.

Watching some of them busting up a jewerly store, she tuned in on them, eyeing them carefully from her perched position on the nearby roof, three individuals, simple, and so she swooped down; landing right on top of one of them from a two story drop, slamming him into the ground and slamming her fist into his head to knock him out, looking up at the other two with an almost sinister, cold, mocking smirk...her trademark as she rushed forward, soon enough one man was draped over the nearby car, and the female of the group upside down with what appeared to be rope she tried to use on Batwoman, instead utilized on her to hang her by her feet on the nearby street pole.

A few minutes later, she was beating senseless four guys in an alleyway, slamming one of them into the wall backfirst, kicking another over the nearby dumpster onto his head nearly, closelining then kneeing a guy in the face, and slinging the final one over the fence before disappearing. Every instance of Batwoman, if anyone was able to report it, happened fast...incredibly fast, one minute they were doing their fun, and the next she'd come out of nowhere, beat them all senseless, then disappear as if she was never there.
 

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In the Clownz hideout, the man listened in to a radio,. Every few minutes it would crackle to life with a report from one of his thugs, each reporting in on the Batwoman's location. Using these, the man tracked her movements until he could predict her next location. And with this educated guess, he joined up with a few of his fellow Clownz. One particular group of thugs had surrounded a man, covering his head with his arms as he cried out for help. "Stop! Please! Someone help!" He shouted desperately.
 

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If this was a trap, Batwoman made sure to put as much limited risk to herself as possible, though someone was crying for help, so she had to drop in regardless. Careful analysis of the danger first was the top protocal, as her dad harshly instructed many times over, it was the difference between life and death. So she did, with her thermal vision on her mask, she took in the surroundings around the man as she took a stealthy perch on the rooftops, looking at the one in distress, and then around the surroundings, careful to see any dangers that he is facing, and if there were people nearby waiting to ambush, she'd see them as-well; whether or not she'd still drop down in that case, was yet to be seen, she wanted them to be afraid, that she could wait into an ambush casually, and still get out, if this was relating to the Clownz.

So from her perched, stealthed position, hidden in the shadows, no noise...no visual, she watched the area for a few moments to take in everything she needed to before springing. Much like her father, caution and planning won, not rushing in head first all the time, unless she knew she could win it, or figured she could.
 

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A thermal scan revealed only the Clownz beating the man, and the man himself. Two men, two women, and one of the men grabbed the man by his black hair and threw his face against the wall. "How's that brick taste, huh?" Asked a men with green hair and white paint on his skin. "A good ol' fashion beating really makes my day." He cackled and kicked the man. " God, please, let it stop! " The victim hollered out as blood dripped down his face.
 

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Quickly as ever, and wasting no more time, she sprung over the seen, going from a glide, and into what appeared to be a hook slamming into one of the woman, carrying her up with a sudden trigger press, yanking the woman from the scene and soon enough, one could see her dangling from one of the stair case railings nearby, hanging by what appeared to be a combination of her pants and shirt, unconcious, and Batwoman nowhere to be seen after, coming in like a shadowy blur as she watched the group from the shadows, seeing their suddenly confused faces as they tried to spot the threat.

Soon enough she appeared again, coming out from the shadows after creating a noise elsewhere with a bottle breaking, playing with their senses, before coming in from behind them rapidly, her footsteps quiet despite the full run; league of assassins training put to it's fullest, before suddenly slamming her elbow into the back of one of the guys head, the one who was doing the most damage to the man on the ground, before grappling his neck, swinging over his back, slamming both feet into the other man before tossing the one she flipped over following suit. A very brief fight ensued where she clashed with the woman, blocking, and then deflecting an attack, pinning her arm in a half nelson, then slamming her to the ground with a throw and punching her when she was down. Slowly, and methodically she approached the other two, menacing, like a predator toying with it's prey, before another quick fight ensued as they got up, slamming a spin kick to one guys head, then doing a flying knee to the final one, landing and slowly rising as she looked over to the victim.

"It's fine now, they'll be apprehended shortly by the GCPD, they'll tend to your transfer to the hospital." She'd say, her voice masked in a changer, and the first time she's reported to have talked as-well, her artificial blue eyes created by the mask looking to the man on the ground as she gave her, in the best she could as Batwoman, comforting words.
 

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The thugs went down quick and easy, no match for the Batwoman's superior training, and within moments the man was safe. "Thank you so much, miss." He said standing up rather quickly." I'm so glad you stopped those... horrible people." He replied, his tone going from relief to almost sarcasm. As he wiped the blood from his face, so too did his skin color, revealing alabaster white beneath. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and vigorously rubbed it on his hair, wiping off the black grease to reveal a bright green. "You're my hero." He said, dramatically sarcastic. He cackled as he stuck out his hand. "Put'er there, Batsy!" He said with a grin. Though a quick look would reveal a high powered electric joy buzzer.
 

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A frown formed on Batwoman's face, before her face suddenly hardened, noticing the man go from victim to someone quite similar to the thugs she just beat down. Instead of taking the mans offered hand, her eyes briefly flicked down to notice the buzzer, then went up to the man once again, as she just simply smirked, a half smirk. "A Jokster....but not the Jokster. He died. A fan then." She'd say, almost simply, watching to see how he reacted to the practical insult, ready to defend herself if needed, keeping her distance for now as she quickly looked him over, as if analyzing him.
 

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He seemed almost disappointed that she wouldn't shake his hand. "Aw, no sense of humor? C'mon, where's your sense of adventure?" He shook his hand rapidly, flicking the buzzer off. He made a mock gasp and made a face of offense. "Just a fan of the Joker? Hardly. I'm not just a fan, I'm a follower. Me and the old guy were like this." He said, and crosses his fingers. " The man was... Like a father, almost. A cruel, abusive father who asks you to steal from the convenience store. Oh, how I miss him." He mock sighed. He rested an arm on the wall as he leaned. "Name's Cain. You know, like the biblical guy who killed his brother?" Cain grinned, his lips pulling back farther than a person's should." But what about you Batsy, who's hiding under that sexy get up? And more importantly, does the carpet match the drapes?" He giggled.

He waved his hand dismissively. "No, no, no, don't tell me, I like mysteries." He looked back at her with his piercing green eyes. "But I know the answer to one mystery. You must be the bitch who's been beating my mooks senseless. Well listen here, honey, those mooks are my meat, and nobody beats my meat!" He looked off to the side with a look of confusion after he spoke, then back at her. " Get your mind outta the gutter." He said with a serious tone, then burst into mad laughter.
 
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All the while he talked, Batwoman seemed to just stare at him, her face serious, though in reality she found him just...perplexing, is this the thing her father had to deal with when he faced the original Joker? When he threatened her, her response was to merely stare even more, even when she asked her identity she gave no response at first.

"Good, then you'll love me...the mystery you'll never solve. I'll always be there...watching, waiting. This is my city...remember that." She'd say, her voice flat, cold, and direct, even through the voice changer. She watched the man carefully for a few moments after that, seeing how he responded. The man was a curiosity, but now she had a name to work off of, Cain. She'd have to see what that pulled up later, for now, she wondered what else he'd slip up with.
 

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Cain barred his yellow teeth again in another sinister smile. "Oh I'm going to have so much fun with you." He cackled. " It'll be like the old stories! The Bat against the Clown! But I'll do the one thing the Joker never could." His eyes narrowed on her. " I'm gonna make you smile. I'll crack that stoic exterior and release the nut within. And boy, do I love to bust a nut." He cackled madly. "But I've wasted enough time. By now, my lovely clowns should have had their fill of fun, leaving your precious city wrecked. Homes, robbed. Cars, burned. Men and women killed before their families. So I leave you with this, Batsy. Consider it a parting gift." He said, stuffing his hand in his jacket pocket and pressing a button. At that same moment, a building across from them detonated, leveling it completely as in collapsed inward on itself. In the confusion, Cain slipped away, escaping into the darkness. His fun had only just begun.
 

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Watching Cain, Batwoman narrowed her eyes, listening to his words, she knew he was mostly full of it, other gangs would likely guard their territories, and police would also help distract things, but it was true, she couldn't stop everything, all she could do was build up enough fear to steadily prevent things. This case was going to be annoying, and consuming on herself, just how long could she go to keep to the code her father once held, to not kill, it'd probably be so easily. She couldn't though, just like her father couldn't, at least...that's what she told herself.

Quickly glancing to the explosion, she suddenly spun back around to where Cain was with a raised grapple gun, then he was around the corner and she knew she had to choose either go after him, or begin making an example out of his thugs, if she needed to go more brutal; she would. Soon she shifted her aim upward, grappling onto the nearby rooftop and launching herself upward once again into the upper skylines of the rooftops above, looking for the next batch of criminals. This'd be a long night of beating down those she could before they got back home, hurting the Clownz for being so exposed, they were loud...she'd make use of that to find as many as she could, break as many as she could, make them remember her.

And she did, she found several before they could return to their hideouts, breaking legs, arms, nearly paralyzing a few of them even from how vicious she became. If Cain wanted a war, then she'd give him one, as the Protector of the city, she felt she needed to operate like her father once did, a brutal, feared symbol of harsh justice, a dark knight.
 
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