Laura had decided to wander away from the school. It was Sunday. It was Mother's Day, and she didn't want to sit around the pitying glances of those who knew about her mother, or the judgmental glares of those who believed she'd never had one. She'd just started hitching rides the day before and ended up in Gotham.
The streets were familiar, she'd killed there before, not that anyone would recognize her. Tonight wasn't about the hunt or the mission. It was about escape. She was about to slip into one of those depressing bouts self-loathing when her sudden swell of emotion was interupted by the familiar sound of swords cutting air. It was enough to cause her to pause her step and cant her head to find out which direction the sound was coming from.
Finding the building wasn't too hard, nor noticing the fact that there was only one person in the group dressed differently than the rest. No identifying markings, archaic weaponry, along with their stances told the girl more than she needed to know. A moment later, one of the bodies was thrown into the middle of the area between her and the one who stood alone.
That was followed by the distinct snikt! of her claws dislodging. Those claws became visible in the streetlight.