The Wail of a Newborn

I

Gotham's burden.

The room was as cold as it had been since the moment she existed. Existed, not born or birthed. So they say, they say to exclude her from the rest of society. Inhuman.

She looked up, the two-way window was as dull as ever. She can't see them but still looks up at the window. She knows they're there, she can almost just smell them. Hear their muffled voices. She frowns as she makes out something from their boring conversation: another field test.

She gazes down at the cold metal floor. Her expression was solemn as she knew what was to come in the next hour or so. They were going to wire her up, strap her to a table, and electrocute her head until she felt like she was on the brink of death.

All this just to strengthen her mind. 'For the greater good', that bitch always says.

The girl perks her head up when she hears the doors slide open. She frowns when she sees the bitch. She stays seated on the small bed, her bed.

"We've got a situation," Amanda Waller says, not even bothering to ask the routine questions beforehand. "We've got an escapee, that bastard managed to remove his nano-bomb."

"Then send your men, what's one good-for-nothing going to do," the girl sighed, "he's most likely unarmed."

Amanda scowled, narrowing her eyes at the young girl. She crosses her arms and steps towards the girl, long stride steps. She was an authoritarian figure. Scary when the girl was years younger than she is now.

"That good-for-nothing is the Terminator," he's already killed the men I've already sent. The girl continued to frown, listening to Waller. She knew who the Terminator was, he was a skilled mercenary. Old looking.

"I need you to find out what you can. Find out who he worked with to remove his tracker and his nano-bomb," Amanda commands, not so nicely. "If it's who I think it is, and you know who, bring him back to me. Don't kill, just break a leg so he doesn't run—but leave him alive. Understood?"

The girl's brows furrowed as she considered Amanda's words. She knew she didn't have the right to deny Amanda's words. It wasn't in her nature, besides she had a reason to do what was wanted of her. What was expected of her.

She looks at Amanda, meeting her cold glare, nodding with a firm expression. "I won't fail you," the girl says.

"It's not me you should say that to."

...

Slipping through the dark corners of Gotham was easy for the girl, to Poltergeist. Though she didn't have to, her black stealth suit was equipped with an advanced tool made for her. The ability to switch on and off invisibility.

Poltergeist preferred using her ability to blend in, however. The risk of being caught was what raised her adrenaline levels. She was a bit of a daredevil, like most teens—at least she thinks most teens were like her.

Poltergeist quietly scaled up on a rooftop, wanting to get a better scope of the dark city. She hardly had the chance to see the city she was born in. Always at the laboratory of the hidden base.

Her eyes narrow as she flips the scope of her mask down, turning on the night vision mode. She blinks when she spots something far in the distance. She then uses the infrared from the scopes, she sees the figure had a heat signal.

A person.

She quickly turns off the infrared, quietly and quickly making her way towards the person. They seemed to be examining the city too. They were like her. Perhaps it was Slade.

She was close now, she could smell the man. She smelled sweat and blood. Slade, she thinks to herself as she inched closer. Her footsteps light, hovering above the ground.

She then stands but pauses. Her eyes blinked as she noticed something. This man wasn't Slade, the Terminator. This man was someone else.

"Batman," she muttered.

Batman turned around, despite his stoic demeanor she could tell he was surprised. He hid it well, though nothing was hidden from someone like her. She could hear his heartbeat, his breathing.

"I thought you were some character," she muttered, she wasn't sure why she was engaging with someone who was against people like her. A killer.

Her voice was distorted and modulated. The helmet of her suit ensured no one would know what she truly sounded like. The suit was padded in certain areas, hiding the fact she was a young girl. Her height helped cover that, she was tall. Maybe too tall.

Batman stared at her. He wasn't sure what to say, what to do. He wasn't sure if she was an enemy or a potential ally. For the first time, he wasn't sure.

"I'm looking for the Terminator," the girl says, standing still like a statue. "Slade Wilson."

Batman's expression remained firm, stoic. "You're after a dangerous man," he stated, he noted that the mysterious person was after a villain. He couldn't tell if this person was a hero or a villain either. He did know, at least, that they were both after the same man.

"Hardly," Poltergeist mumbled. She knew very well that Slade would be nothing to her. Not when she had a goal.

"What is it you want from him," Batman finally asks, he wants to know everything. He needed to know. Nothing should pass by him in his city. He'll make sure of that.

"I just need to know who he's been working with, bring that man and him back in Arkham," Poltergeist only told half the truth, leaving out the fact she wasn't going to bring the other to Arkham but rather to Amanda.

"I'm not the villain here," she added, the distorted voice was deep and raspy. "Slade and the man who helped him escape are."

Batman still wasn't sure about this person. They stood still, it was hard to even tell if they were even breathing as their chest didn't move, or hardly moved. He clenched his hands into fists, he knew what he would do if this person dressed in all black decided to act suspiciously.

"I'll tell you what I know if you promise you won't kill either one."

"Deal."