The Universe's Mixer

Elena couldn't believe she had managed to make friends with the woman Damon had slept with before she got here. Not only that Elena had met her because she caught the two of them kissing, but for some reason she found herself making friends with her none the less. She wasn't really sure how it had came about, but she had decided not to fight it for now. She knew that the two of them getting along would be better for Damon, and she wanted to do that for him. And to be honest she kind of liked Enigma. Her spunk had been an instant feature that struck with Elena's on stubborn streak. It seemed like the two of them might actually have a good shot at being real friends, so Elena had offered to have a girl's Night out with her. Maybe the two of them could bond some more and learn more about each other. It couldn't hurt, right? Elena had finished getting ready. Her black mini dress hung perfectly to her body and her black stilettos suited her perfectly. The make-up she wore highlighted her best features and the black leather jacket she wore matched the dress nicely. Her long black hair hung down her back. She checked herself in the mirror one more time before she headed downstairs.

She made sure to kiss Damon goodbye before heading out the door. She strutted down the sidewalk; one of the bonuses of being a vampire the heels didn't bother her feet at all. She had planned to meet Enigma at one of the malls they had found, so that is where she headed now. It didn't take her long to get there. She ignored the men that whistled at her as she passed them. She had gotten used to it by now, so she didn't really care. She finally made her way to the mall, and headed on inside and towards the food court. It seemed like the best place to meet, so she found herself a place to sit at one of the tables and waited patiently for her to arrive.

She leaned back in her seat and watched the people as they passed. Elena wasn't impressed with most of them, but that wasn't a shock for her. She knew a lot of people back home and none of these people seemed to live up to them.

Dean stared at the building. The owner of said building had called Fred about something living inside it. Fred done some research and found nothing that would suggest ghosts or poltergeist or anything else they usually looked for. In fact, it seemed like a very normal building, but things weren't right. There had been multiple deaths recently; none of which seemed more than mere accidents. Not that any accident was mere when it took a life.

The older Winchester called in the younger for a hand. He had said that they should hunt together, and so he thought he'd take the chance to do so. Some of their work was already done by the brainiac that Dean was still refusing to claim as boss. She was more of a mediator or contractor than boss. She was his pimp - not that he'd ever say that to her or Dinah. It did amuse him somewhat.

"Bet it's some lame ass curse. I know Fred said no one died in there, and let's face it - there isn't much else it could be. A demon? A demi-god? You do any digging?" He didn't think Sam would just take Fred's word for it, even if she did seem to have a way of getting information. Hacker. He'd bet she was just that. He didn't mind. Sometimes hacking was the only way to get anything good.

Alfred made it clear that the Batman's responsibilities had been assumed by a remarkable woman - a veteran of a war far in the future. She was, from all accounts, a capable warrior and a fine strategist. Bruce's own research into the woman's history and background revealed few details. She was, apparently, a woman who valued her privacy. Bruce could understand that -- and even approve.

The white walls and polished steel of his office building winked at him as he passed under the stairwell door frame and onto the floor to which Alfred directed him. It was very quiet. Naturally, it was.

Resisting the urge to explore what this woman had done with an entire floor of the Wayne Enterprises building, Bruce crossed his arms and waited in front of the stairwell. Night was only 30 minutes away. Did she wear a utility suit similar to his own? Did she wear the hood and cowl? Had she made professional connections with the police force here, and was she aware of the Scarecrow and Riddler and Enigma inside these City walls?

The questions piled like bodies at a crime scene in front of him, slowly oozing importance into sticky puddles around his feet. Patience was a virtue hard won in him. He drew on it slowly, as a schoolboy would take his medicine. And he waited.