The Pretender: a Sara Lance / Batwoman fanfiction

Pt. 02 / Nyx / Welcome to Gotham

Gotham City. I hate it. I hate the Earth in general, but there is a special kind of hate reserved for Gotham. It's constantly dark, windy, cold, foggy, smells like horse shit. If I was about to take every bad soul out of here to my home, it would look like a plague came to town. Emptiness. The only living things in this city would be the dogs. Because no dogs go to Hell. Which is kinda sad on the other hand because I'm more of a dog person than a cat person.

Anyways. Guess what? It's raining again in this cursed city. I've been walking down the narrow, dirty pavements for two hours now, since I've entered the world of living through one of the portals in the ruins of the Clocktower in central Gotham. These portals are the best way to get here. There are a few in every bigger city and some also in the countryside. Sure, I could just teleport, but that takes a lot of energy and I have a feeling I'm going to need it.

According to Lucifer's briefing on Sara Lance, this ain't gonna be an easy task. Good. Finally an end to my boredom. I love Hell, it's my home. But it became a stereotype. Lucifer's missions don't exactly make me happy, but at least some excitement. To be honest, I don't quite understand what is it that he admires so much about people's souls. When you've seen as many as I have, as different as I have, it's not even a number anymore, meaning I don't give a single flying fuck about them.

What do I give a fuck about? Good question. Right now the one thing that drives me forward is my ambition. I already am the most dangerous and fierce warrior of the Underworld, the last of the Nepilim, the Evil itself, but... that's not enough, I want more. I want the stories, the legends, I want people to fear when they hear my name, I want them to bow down at the simple thought of me.

I must smile while remembering the Dark Knight of Gotham. The thing about mortal heroes – they are all MORTAL. If they make a big enough mark, their legacy lives on. Legacy. Does it count even if someone's immortal? I hope it does. Fuck that, I will make it count.

The rain was pouring even more by the time I got to the East End. My kind of neighborhood. Crime, poverty, prostitution, drugs...
- "Hey there." I nodded at some thug leaning on the wall under the bus stop, under the shelter.
"'Sup?"
- "Give me... ah, nevermind."
A couple hours on this Earth and I'm already behaving like human? Duh...

I walked towards the thug and before he could react, I knocked him unconscious. Then I took the goods from his pocket. Ahhh coke, nice. Seems like my stay here is suddenly more pleasurable.

Now, how do I find that Lance woman? I kept walking towards the bar where almost every criminal in Gotham seeks refuge, called My Alibi. Ridiculous, but suitable name. The wind blew stronger, causing my wet red hair stick to my face like glue. Damn, I always get furious with this human form we've been forced to use ever since Lucifer returned to rule the Underworld. I was doing so good when I could be the Demon I truly was. But now? Had to switch black eyes for sky blue, horns for long red hair, my wings for boobs, my terrifying claws for hands (at least I got to keep the long fingers) and my body... was the one of a woman.

Do you have the impression I'm just complaining? Well, I AM ! I was happy once. I allowed myself to be. In my spirit form, as some kind of a shadow, just being, just existing. Now I have to sit when I need to pee. Great idea, Lucifer, really great. Ok, there is one big advantage. The sex. I finally understood why humans did it so often. It's fun, it's exciting and so sensational! If anything is worth being a human, it's sex. Doesn't matter with who. Men, women, the more the better. Yeah, I admit, I organized swinger parties in Hell occasionally. And yeah, there've been a lot of occasions. Guilty as charged.

Sometimes I understand humans, I really do. Like, what else are they allowed to do in their pitiful lives than have at least some pleasure? Right, go on, have sex wherever and whenever you can, with whoever you want to. Lucifer's father is a cockblocker but hey, come to the dark side, we have regular gangbang sessions, BDSM sessions and we don't limit your fantasies in Hell.