Cold-Blooded

Knight

Rex held out his hand for his frozen maiden as they walked behind the Arkham Knight, who was thoroughly pissed with Batman effortlessly breaking through his security protocols. First it's the radars, and somehow getting past the sentry guns, and now it was the missile launcher. The Knight wanted to confront Batman personally once again to add to his psychological bombardment, and Alias wanted a front row seat of what the caped crusader was really capable of. She had on a different silk cardigan, tight sleeves and the train that swayed behind her created by her delicate ice capabilities, and a sleeveless dress that complimented the Arkham Knight's colour palette with a slit that started from her right hip. Alias had an irregular pattern to her outfit choices but the main concept was whether it looked good on her or not. As long as she could fight in it, she wouldn't mind being naked.

"Rooftop's clear," the militia lieutenant told them from the top of the stairs. "Target is in the control room. Moving in to secure."

"Hold off, lieutenant," the Arkham Knight ordered as he climbed up the stairs to the control room, the pool of armed men and medics parting for him. "He's mine." When he reached the set of double doors he booted them open, not even vaguely surprised to find Batman not there. Alias hummed and walked ahead of the Knight, the misty blue haze cracking her face again as she felt the presence of him above her. Batman was silent, like a shadow, which made her even more excited.

"Where'd he go?" One of the militia supporting the power couple questioned out of reflex.

The Knight pointed to the computer, "Raise the defence shields. Keep all access points covered." Alias glanced out the window before her eyes watched a guy in red jog to the computer to fulfil his order, and sighed as she swayed next to him before pivoting on her heels and walking back again. Leaving the ambiguous man to relay information back to Scarecrow, she let her eyes roll up to the grates on the ceiling and raised a brow. She knew he was surprised with how she managed to find him, as almost everyone he's encountered barely looked up, and she flashed Batman a cute little wink before diverting her attention somewhere else. Nothing like besting your enemy with a wink.

And watching your enemy instantly down one of your allies from above and take down three more in quick succession. She grinned even more; that suit of his made him faster, lighter, quieter. But not colder, she could still detect his heat signature even under all that armour and black. The Arkham Knight waited patiently for Batman to finish and went for a punch that was deflected by a curl of the wrist, but also deflected a punch of his own and locked Batman's arm over his striking arm. Once the two had managed to pull off the exact same moves, and put each other in the same throat hold, Alias signalled Rex to start the car and flicked her curly hair back.

"Who...are you?" Batman groaned under the vice-like grip, feeling for the Arkham Knight's strength and applying a bit more pressure, the cloudy HUD to his visor becoming distorted.

But he simply chuckled and answered, "Not yet, Dark Knight." Pushing him back, he reached for his utility belt and brought out a gadget, pressing the button before a crimson, electric cloud was dispersed around him; Alias stayed behind with the rest of the militia, while Rex occupied the Knight back to his hideout. She abandoned the misty haze from her eyes and hummed again, bringing a hand by her face as a preparatory stance with the militia brute behind her adding to her carefree intimidation. If Batman can be intimidated, anyway.

"You think I'm scared of you, Batman?" Alias casually questioned the man in black. "No, I'm not. Because there are some fears that become something more...something cruel. Like you. A man clouded by his fears for so long that he becomes his fear. It's funny really. I'm just surprised you haven't tried to find me yet."

"And who are you?"

"A ghost that haunts Gotham City." She stretched on her tiptoes and yawned, fluffing back her voluminous hair. "As fascinating as you are, I only wanted to observe you. I'll fight if I have to but right now, there's enough bones crushed and skulls cracked for me to add to the count. Don't worry, I'll thank you later." Blowing him a timid kiss, she turned on her heels and couldn't even make a step towards the door without having to dodge to the left and snatch the Batclaw midair. Some of the militia let out surprised sounds, obviously new to Alias's capabilities, and she looked over her shoulder with an irritated look.

"You're not going anywhere."

"I'm guessing you really don't know who I am. So let me kindly clarify." The Meta let go of the Batclaw and a dangerous blizzard danced around her from her glassy heels as she turned again to face Batman, her eyes burning violets against the misty haze. "I am Alias, the Meta Mercenary you couldn't even find back in Arkham City. I'm more, yet less human than every single individual in this room. I could freeze your heart without even trying. You want to know what death feel like?" Alias stopped in front of the masked man, having to look up in his eyes due to his incredible height, and tilted her head and let her fingers dance up his plated chest. "An empty vessel, void of life, of living. But, I promised something...whether you like it or not, Batman, your end is inevitable. I won't lay down the last strike, that you can guarantee, but I'll be there when your legend burns into insignificant ashes."

Batman suddenly grabbed her wrist, throwing it away from him just as the blizzard disappeared. "Play nice."

"I see you have a charming sense of humour...surprising." Alias sighed as she swayed to the double doors, with one of the militia opening the door before her and she stopped for a moment, glancing off her shoulder to admire him once more. "I'll wonder how long you'll keep laughing, Dark Knight." Letting her eyes and the misty haze calm down, she walked down the stairs by the control room and, within seconds, heard the sound of flesh being struck and bones being cracked. She let out a disappointed sound; that was what she meant. Ten seconds, and there's already someone with a concussion or a broken wrist.

"Alias. Alias, do you copy?" The Meta blinked before bringing a hand to the earpiece, smiling at Rex who waited for her at the bottom of the stairs. I guess having a hidden Meta on your side was better than she thought. But she could see it in his expression, he was still shaken from what happened a mere 45 minutes ago. She wasn't gonna let Sinclair try and destroy her friends. Friends...

"I copy, Breaker. What's wrong?"

"The Arkham Knight has...well, he's..."

"What? Did something happen to him? What's the matter?"

"He's...he's in your room, at the hotel. He wants you here, like, now."

"Now, now?"

"Yes, Alias...now, now."

"Is there something wrong?"

"He won't say anything...but I think he's mad."

"And how do you know that? He doesn't have a face."

"He's...actually holding me at gunpoint, Alias. A-and I think I just pissed myself." Alias's face was a blend of confusion and shock, an expression Rex found strangely entertaining, and felt her hand tighten around his bicep.

"My room, Rex." With a sharp nod, and a speedy manipulation of space and time, the couple found themselves in front of the door to Alias's room with the owner of said room bursting in first, an unimpressed frown cracking her features. "Seriously?"