[Gotham Sewers were a paradise for those with wanderlust. Swimming deep, deep lead to ancient cities filled with bodies of those who thought they could buy their way to happiness. Naked and so clean from the baptism she took in chemicals, she needed a new suit that didn't have anything to do with officers and flashing lights and struggle. The time for that was over. Now began an era of fiction, stories and fairy tales until her dying breath. This dead, underground city would teach her its ways. How to see the world in bronze and beauty. She found a dress clinging to a skeleton, so she shook those bones clean and claimed it as her own.
The dress was etched black
on her body and her hair was put up in a mess of inky tentacles. She walked towards the sea until she heard the grinding machinery of worker men and she felt hungry
. A rusty song from a time long dead played over the radio of one of the boys working the docks and it made her body sway from the sewers below. Under them she spun, black stretching into murky black and she saw the flowers this dress was buried in. She saw the webs connecting everything to nothing.
Slowly, she climbed from the sewer and walked over to the mobster with the radio. Thin, dripping fingers turned the music louder and when he tried to scream, the man seemed momentarily transfixed by the ghostly beauty before him.]
I recognize you from a different life. [She said, voice wet with echo. He was part of the Falcone family, wasn't he? Arrested for small, stupid charges and bailed with big money. The police couldn't get their hands on him, but she
could. She was the daughter of the river. She whispered:] Now, you belong to me, little lamb. [Then stuck a large knife into his chest, ripped down and drank the blood that sprang out. The man screamed and alerted the two others guarding cargo. She smiled blood red at them, took the dead man's gun and shot them down.] You made me ruin your yummy meat, turkeys. [Siren told one of the dead men, smiling at his open, glass eyes.] Cut off a wing before it spoils? Such a smart birdie. [She brandished the knife and went to work.]