Here's my latest. It's post Requiem... enjoy!
The Memory Remains
Gotham City was a sight to behold at night. Dark and foreboding, it was enough to make most people want to lock themselves inside until the sun made it’s reappearance. Of course, she wasn’t most people.
Lana had come here almost two years ago at the request of Oliver Queen. He’d given her the task of finding the Batman and inviting him to join his fledgling league of heroes. It hadn’t been easy, even with her capabilities.
Capabilities provided by Lex’s Prometheus Suit. Strength, speed, invulnerability, and the unfortunate ability to absorb Kryptonite. That last one was the reason she’d been traveling the world doing freelance work for Oliver instead of living in Metropolis enjoying her happily ever after. If she’d learned one thing in life it was there were no happy endings, those were strictly reserved for fairy tales.
Her first meeting with Batman was short and to the point. Lana had gotten the drop on him, something he wasn’t use to and didn’t like, so he wasn’t inclined to chitchat. She laid out her reasons for seeking him out, a group of like minded individuals had noticed what he’d been doing in Gotham and thought he’d be an asset to their team. She left him with a card bearing nothing but a phone number.
While she waited for his curiosity to get the better of him she began to make her presence known in the city. During that time the newest masked hero garnered a lot of attention. The local press dubbed her The Huntress, a name that made her smile because it sounded so bad ass.
With Batman’s insistence to do things his own way she didn’t get a phone call, instead he dropped in on her while she was patrolling the city streets. He materialized out of the darkness with the stealth of his namesake but she was neither startled nor surprised by his appearance. It was the testosterone charged posturing typical of his type, trying to gain an upper hand, an effort that was wasted on her.
Keeping to the shadows he practically growled, in no uncertain terms, that he worked alone. Then he suggested, with his unique diplomacy, that she leave town. Unruffled, Lana informed him that she had decided to stick around for a while, saying that Gotham had an underlying charm that appealed to her.
From that rocky start their relationship evolved over the next several months. At first they avoided each other, rarely crossing paths but when a series of crimes pointed to something more sinister than a run of the mill crime spree was happening they reluctantly joined forces. Working together they found that a man known as the Penguin was organizing to gain control of Gotham’s underground, and together they put an end to his plans.
Not long after that Batman had joined Oliver’s organization, the experience with the Penguin helping him see the merit of working with others. An east coast base of operations was set up in Batman’s, or as they were surprised to learn, Bruce’s expansive facilities beneath Wayne Manor.
The more they worked together the closer they became. Lana’s feelings for him shifted so subtly that she didn’t realize what was happening until it slapped her in the face. He wasn’t her type, not the billionaire playboy the world saw him as or the menacing hero she’d first met, but there was something undeniable in her attraction to him.
Maybe it was the convenience of it that brought them together. Their double lives made it nearly impossible for a normal relationship. Perhaps it was the common ground of both being orphans, both adrift and alone. Whatever it was she never bothered to analyze it.
So she adopted Gotham City as her new home. During the day she worked at Wayne Industries as a run of the mill paper pusher, at night she stalked criminals and their ilk, living up to the name of her alter ego.
Tonight, like most nights, she and Bruce had been working separately but when Lana found herself with nothing to do she headed in the direction of where she knew he’d be.
She found him in Gotham’s financial district, nearly abandoned this time of night, stopping what appeared to be a burglary. The six man crew looked like pros judging from the gear they carried, which included some serious firepower. Even so, she liked his odds.
For a guy without any special powers he was utterly fearless, it never ceased to amaze her. Watching him work she was struck by how the way he moved had an almost poetic quality. The back and forth of the hand to hand combat looked like an intricately choreographed dance.
He’d already dispatched of three of them when she joined the fray. Going for the biggest of the three she grabbed him by the back of his neck, stripping him of his weapon as she tossed him aside. Spinning around she delivered an open handed strike to the second guy’s chest, knocking him to the ground, while Bruce finished off the last of the goons.
“I had that completely under control,” he said, sounding slightly winded while he surveyed their work.
“Yeah, I could see that,” she answered with a hint of sarcasm, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “So, what’s the deal with these guys?”
“Some kind of corporate espionage,” he surmised as he pulled a satchel off of one of the men and held up it’s contents for her to see.
“Six of them for one little hard drive?”
“I guess they were expecting trouble.”
“Looks like they should’ve brought a few more men.”
Behind them one of the thugs was struggling to his feet, trying to get away unnoticed. Unfortunately for him he was doing so rather loudly.
“Will they ever learn,” Lana sighed to herself and started toward him.
Dizziness struck her without warning and it suddenly felt like the ground had disappeared from under her feet.
“Are you alright,” Bruce asked, seeing her stumble but got no reply as he watched her collapse onto the ground like a marionette who‘s strings had been cut.
The last thing she remembered was the sensation of falling without end, the blackness swallowing her up before she hit the pavement.
Gotham City was a sight to behold at night. Dark and foreboding, it was enough to make most people want to lock themselves inside until the sun made it’s reappearance. Of course, she wasn’t most people.
Lana had come here almost two years ago at the request of Oliver Queen. He’d given her the task of finding the Batman and inviting him to join his fledgling league of heroes. It hadn’t been easy, even with her capabilities.
Capabilities provided by Lex’s Prometheus Suit. Strength, speed, invulnerability, and the unfortunate ability to absorb Kryptonite. That last one was the reason she’d been traveling the world doing freelance work for Oliver instead of living in Metropolis enjoying her happily ever after. If she’d learned one thing in life it was there were no happy endings, those were strictly reserved for fairy tales.
Her first meeting with Batman was short and to the point. Lana had gotten the drop on him, something he wasn’t use to and didn’t like, so he wasn’t inclined to chitchat. She laid out her reasons for seeking him out, a group of like minded individuals had noticed what he’d been doing in Gotham and thought he’d be an asset to their team. She left him with a card bearing nothing but a phone number.
While she waited for his curiosity to get the better of him she began to make her presence known in the city. During that time the newest masked hero garnered a lot of attention. The local press dubbed her The Huntress, a name that made her smile because it sounded so bad ass.
With Batman’s insistence to do things his own way she didn’t get a phone call, instead he dropped in on her while she was patrolling the city streets. He materialized out of the darkness with the stealth of his namesake but she was neither startled nor surprised by his appearance. It was the testosterone charged posturing typical of his type, trying to gain an upper hand, an effort that was wasted on her.
Keeping to the shadows he practically growled, in no uncertain terms, that he worked alone. Then he suggested, with his unique diplomacy, that she leave town. Unruffled, Lana informed him that she had decided to stick around for a while, saying that Gotham had an underlying charm that appealed to her.
From that rocky start their relationship evolved over the next several months. At first they avoided each other, rarely crossing paths but when a series of crimes pointed to something more sinister than a run of the mill crime spree was happening they reluctantly joined forces. Working together they found that a man known as the Penguin was organizing to gain control of Gotham’s underground, and together they put an end to his plans.
Not long after that Batman had joined Oliver’s organization, the experience with the Penguin helping him see the merit of working with others. An east coast base of operations was set up in Batman’s, or as they were surprised to learn, Bruce’s expansive facilities beneath Wayne Manor.
The more they worked together the closer they became. Lana’s feelings for him shifted so subtly that she didn’t realize what was happening until it slapped her in the face. He wasn’t her type, not the billionaire playboy the world saw him as or the menacing hero she’d first met, but there was something undeniable in her attraction to him.
Maybe it was the convenience of it that brought them together. Their double lives made it nearly impossible for a normal relationship. Perhaps it was the common ground of both being orphans, both adrift and alone. Whatever it was she never bothered to analyze it.
So she adopted Gotham City as her new home. During the day she worked at Wayne Industries as a run of the mill paper pusher, at night she stalked criminals and their ilk, living up to the name of her alter ego.
Tonight, like most nights, she and Bruce had been working separately but when Lana found herself with nothing to do she headed in the direction of where she knew he’d be.
She found him in Gotham’s financial district, nearly abandoned this time of night, stopping what appeared to be a burglary. The six man crew looked like pros judging from the gear they carried, which included some serious firepower. Even so, she liked his odds.
For a guy without any special powers he was utterly fearless, it never ceased to amaze her. Watching him work she was struck by how the way he moved had an almost poetic quality. The back and forth of the hand to hand combat looked like an intricately choreographed dance.
He’d already dispatched of three of them when she joined the fray. Going for the biggest of the three she grabbed him by the back of his neck, stripping him of his weapon as she tossed him aside. Spinning around she delivered an open handed strike to the second guy’s chest, knocking him to the ground, while Bruce finished off the last of the goons.
“I had that completely under control,” he said, sounding slightly winded while he surveyed their work.
“Yeah, I could see that,” she answered with a hint of sarcasm, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “So, what’s the deal with these guys?”
“Some kind of corporate espionage,” he surmised as he pulled a satchel off of one of the men and held up it’s contents for her to see.
“Six of them for one little hard drive?”
“I guess they were expecting trouble.”
“Looks like they should’ve brought a few more men.”
Behind them one of the thugs was struggling to his feet, trying to get away unnoticed. Unfortunately for him he was doing so rather loudly.
“Will they ever learn,” Lana sighed to herself and started toward him.
Dizziness struck her without warning and it suddenly felt like the ground had disappeared from under her feet.
“Are you alright,” Bruce asked, seeing her stumble but got no reply as he watched her collapse onto the ground like a marionette who‘s strings had been cut.
The last thing she remembered was the sensation of falling without end, the blackness swallowing her up before she hit the pavement.
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