Red Moon

Astronomy

The suit was a bitch to peel off. Especially with all the sweat acting as an adhesive. On the bright side, the shower will feel twice as good, and sleep will come twice as fast. Her costume left a trail to the staircase on the far wall, leaving Henrietta in her bra and underwear.

Henrietta scowled in pain as she slowly made her way up the stairs from her hide out, or as she fondly calls it, The Dark Side of the Moon.

There were many punned named items in her possession since she created the mantle of the Moon. There was the hide out; her bike, the Lunar Cycle (Henri couldn't take credit for that one. A tiny Latino kid she stopped from falling off a roof named it, she thought it was so funny she kept the name.); her gauntlets, the Star Shooters; her grappling gun was called Moon Beam; and even her flashlight had the words "Moonshine" engraved in the side. Most of them were named by her, other had been bestowed a name by a citizen she saved or a thug she took down.

Once upstairs, in her completely mundane home, Henri half considered skipping the shower to sleep. It was only 4:45 am if her hallway clock was correct, and she didn't need to get up until 10, so it wasn't like there was a whole sleep cycle to go through at this point. But the pain in her ribs and back stop her she needed to check for serious internal injuries and the best place to do that was in the bathroom anyway.

So, with a sigh, she continued up another staircase (this one thankfully only had seventeen steps as opposed to the thirty-six in the Dark Side of the Moon), and trudged into the dark bathroom.

A face breaking smile seemed to worm Henrietta's way onto her face as she recounted the evening's events.

She had met the Red Hood!

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A scowled wormed its way onto Jason Todd's face as he recounted the evening's events.

He had meet the Moon.

This in itself wasn't what was wrong. It was the fact he didn't know anything about her.

A heavy hand dragged down Jason's face as he sighed. Naturally, he would have to do a background check on this lady before he went to sleep. His brain wouldn't let him do it later.

The basic newspaper search reaped nothing substantial. The closest thing he got was a less than twenty word paragraph in the classifieds saying "God bless the Moon for the eclipse last night." By an anonymous writer when there was very clearly no ellipse that evening.

Either this girl was really new, really bad, or really good at covering her tracks.

But the ad was placed nearly a year and a half ago. Jason searched news articles that includes all forms of the word moon he could think of. He then eliminated the articles that meant the actual moon.

"La Luna shines upon those who need the light. Thank you."

"Astrologist thanking Juno for personal salvation."

"Right hook and a Crescent kick won the night! What a knock out, God bless!"

"Stars blink out but the Moon is constant. Thank goddess for Diana."

Ah, so she had been around for a while. So she wasn't new or bad at what she does. But then why hadn't the Red Hood heard about her until this evening?

The majority of her fan base seemed to show thanks in the newspaper, namely the Gotham Black Pages, a tiny paper that mostly spat out statistic of the world ending and fixed horse tips. Jason decided to place an ad, something along the lines of "Want to thank Moon personal. Help to find her?"