Chasing a Superhero

New Birth

I awoke to the gentle breeze of a sweet smelling aroma. I grasp at the silky soft covers that enclose me in their embrace. I was not too cold or too warm, everything was just perfect. Breathing in the refreshing air I wished only to lie there forever. Maybe being dead really could be wonderful.

Only, was I dead? I slowly open my eyes to the beautiful scene before me, heaven in detail. I was lying in the most gorgeous room; it was so simple, so sweet. Everything was a warming, worn, white, soft grey, and very light tans. I turn to gaze out of the open window to my left, a magnificent river-side, the sun shining gracefully through the trees. The stark white curtains flutter in the breeze, a cool embrace on my cheeks.

The window bed on which I lay was the perfect size, and to me, everything seemed to have been made for me. I fall back onto the covers, a smile graced upon my face. I felt so at piece, so happy, and so.... perfect.

I never wanted to leave this place.

A door creaks to my right, my head turns slowly to see a man of great stature walk in, his robes made of a magnificent red, he radiated power. A sword hung at his side, but I felt no fear, no worry, and no care. I only saw his smile.

"You are awake I see" he sat himself down at one of the chairs at the small table in the center of the room, placing the sword at his feet, and turning the chair to face me. "Sleep well my child?" he asks.

I didn't know how to respond. Such a simple question, such a simple answer, but there were countless possibilities. "Yes" I spoke, but the voice which I heard wasn't really mine. It did sound like my own, but at the same time it was more beautiful. It was more like a song. I lifted my hand to my throat, caressed the smooth skin. I felt my face to find it was as smooth as porceline, holding none of the blemishes it had held before. I turned to the man in confusion, looking at my arms and myself, then him. I saw no error or mark on my skin. I looked into the man's eyes and asked "am I dead?"

His eyes crinkled with his smile "not anymore."

And then it all came back to me. My death, the wisps, the green liquid, and then him, he was the shadow. "You brought me back?" I questioned.

He nodded and got up and sat beside me on the bed, resting a hand on my side. "You asked me to, and so here you are."

I was alive. My eyes lit up, and I reached forward and hugged the man. I felt only emotion, no rhyme or reason, just pure emotion. I began to cry. Everything I had known was gone. I would never be able to see my family or friends. In essence, I was alone.

"You have given up so much for those you love; now you have a lot to learn. Are you willing to follow me, learning everything I have to teach you?" he patted my back.

I pulled back, looking into this man's eyes.

"Yes please."

And so my new life began.

I was told that which had brought me back was called the Lazarus Pit, and Ra's Al Ghul, the man who had brought me back, had lived for four-hundred years. Whenever we were around his men he was powerful and emotionless, but with me he was a new person. He was almost like a father. He cared for me, listened to me cry, laugh, and rant. He always seemed to have time for me.

Ra's, as he let me call him, had told me that I was special, different, unique. He had placed me in the pit the same day I had died, my birthday. The only thing was that it had taken me three days to be resurrected, which had never happened before. Never in the history of the pit had it taken that long, nor done what it had done to my body and conscience.

I was no longer 180lbs, chubby girl. I was beautiful, a woman. I longer looked seventeen, but twenty. My hair flowed back down to my waist in shining slight waves. My hair would shine a beautiful redish-brown, the tips becoming an ombre darkbrown. I was strong, I was fast, and most of all I was intelligent. It was easier to remember things, I could absorb so much knowledge, and my ability to adapt to anything was extraordinary.

During my time of absense, I had made amends in my mind, and had come to terms will all I had done. The only people I had not forgiven were none other than the Batfamily. I could enact revenge on people like Ursula Pinto, but with the Batfamily I only had pure venom for them. My hatred burned with a deep passion, equal to the hatred that feuled wars.

I was in a small village, which I was not to be told of its whereabouts. It was for my protection, and for the League of Assassins. I was to start training up on the mountain when I had adjusted to life again. I still had my plan of revenge on the Batfamily in mind, but at the current moment all I could do was immerse myself in the beauty of this place.

Ra was fine with my pact to myself on not killing, and infact enforced it. Ra believed he could make me into the perfect soldier and enforcer. He told me he knew of my ambitions, that he knew of what I had strived to become. He promised that he would help me become what I needed to become. This was my rebirth, and I was going to use it to the best I could. Ra had given me a new outfit, one not too different from what I had planned before. I did looked more like out of the game Assassins Creed than Cat-woman. My black leather was replaced with brown, my black cape now white. My mask though still held its black depth.

When the time came to journey to the mountain side, I was told that I would have to make the journey alone. I had packed my supplies, and bundled myself up, and I was ready for the journey. For countless days and nights I trekked up the steep slopes, coming face to face with the icy cold, fighting the very part of me that wished to turn back. But this time, nothing would stop me. When I had finally reached the door of the beautiful temple, I did not feel I had the honor to open the door. Who was I to have been given a second chance?

I rested my head on the white, red, and golden wooden doors and sighed, and from my right came up the sun, warming the cold of my face, and the uncertainty in my heart. I pulled on the giant golden handles, opening to me a whole new world, a place of learning, and new adventures. Before me were men and women all practicing, balance, sword fighting, hand to hand combat, and anything else you could think of. They all turned to me as I stepped into the field. I smiled. I was going to shape myself into the one thing that could take down Batman. I was going to become the weapon. Not use one.

This will be the rise of something new. Someone no one would forget.