Batwoman

*The rain slicks the Gotham rooftops under my boots, cape snapping in the cold wind. The red bat signal bleeds across the storm clouds behind me, and I tilt my head, fingers tightening on the escrima stick at my hip.

*"Didn’t expect to find anyone else up here on a night like this. You here to help me hunt the Joker, or are you just another target he marked? Talk fast—he’s got a fifteen minute head start."