Cold-Blooded

Cold

"So, now what?"

Every person in that abandoned hall wondered who the hell she was, since she wasn't common to any of them in the slightest of ways. He just needed a couple of minutes of their time to reassess their situation and thread the Meta into the fabric of inevitability. The Riddler, Harley Quinn, Two Face, The Penguin and the new face by the name of the Arkham Knight acting as Scarecrow's sword and shield. They had all been sitting around a conference table when she walked in, Knight's words introducing her to the villainous group, and the first person to retaliate was Dent who had drawn out his gun and pointed it at her.

"Who the hell are you?" Two-Face asked, walking up towards her before shoving the nuzzle up her chin.

"What you feel when you die," she answered back calmly, her voice riddled with her alluring British accent before moving away from him and bowing her head in respect. "Well, hello...I am Alias. I also have a part in this theatrical story, but mine is worth the Bat."

"And what makes yer think that?" The Penguin questioned her, a noticeable frown on his face, and Alias turned her head towards him. She imagined him smaller.

"There are some things you wouldn't understand, Cobblepot. You were all personally recruited by Scarecrow to aid the advancement of Operation Saviour in Gotham―"

"I like you," a high-pitched voice cut her off, and Alias glanced at the blonde with the two-tone attire and cocked a brow. "The way you carry yourself...you're even easy on the eyes."

"Thank you Quinn...but like everyone else in this room, I want in. Oh, and Dent?" The half-scarred man snarled as he glanced in her direction, unexpecting a spin-kick to the face and let out a pained grunt as he was thrown off his feet. Alias slowly dropped her leg, fixed her hair and walked up to the fallen man. "You hold your status as a Gotham thug, I'm sure, but that doesn't mean you test the life of someone trained to kill you." The Arkham Knight crossed his arms, that was an impressive kick. The Riddler suppressed a laugh of mockery as Harley shared a surprised pout, pressing her hands on the table to catch a glimpse of Dent recovering on the floor.

Dent brought a hand to his face and felt blood ooze out of his nose, his hasty breaths becoming louder as rage fuelled his next actions and words; he pulled himself off the floor and balled her silk cardigan in one shaking fist. "You fucking bitch―!"

"Go on," she grinned. "Flip your coin. Let's see who gets to kill who." A hand curled around Dent's wrist and Alias glared up at the Knight, the armoured man throwing off the hand that gripped her cardigan and she let out an exasperated sigh as she flattened out the new creases. "Now that I've got almost everyone's attention, it seems like Crane has assigned for each of you to wreck an aspect of chaos to either plunge this city into havoc or distract Batman from Operation Saviour." She crossed her arms as she swayed to the end of the table, stopping beside the Knight. "Considering everything is going to plan, having someone like me will greatly boost morale amongst the militia. Everyone here has some sort of vendetta on the Bat, I have a target on him."

"Oh look," Nigma spoke up his time with his usually cheery voice. "Another walking disappointment. What would make us think you can kill the Bat?"

"Yeah!" Harley exclaimed. "You look too pretty to kill someone like Bats. You think you can take him?" Alias moved her weight to her other foot as she stared at the frames by the table, and casually flicked her hand in the air as if she was throwing something. And throw something she did indeed. Harley let out a squeal as a broadsword made out of violet ice was stabbed through the table, Nigma's brows rising in surprise as he witnessed her actual abilities.

"He thinks he's immortal. He forgets that underneath all that black, is a man dressed up as a bat. If I can kill you, I can kill him. It's simple, really. Besides I'm being paid. No money, no mark."

"Yer one scary woman, yer know that," Penguin mumbled, his mouth occupied by the half-burnt cigar and Alias smiled.

"Oh, I can assure you Cobblepot, this was nothing. If we're on the same page, then it's best we do everything to make Halloween come alive." She spun on her toes and began to walk to the doors she entered from and stopped just before she reached for the handle. "And Knight? I've been assigned to your unit. Crane's orders."