The Pretender: a Sara Lance / Batwoman fanfiction

Pt. 04 / Nyx / Gotham Rock City

"Is that your bike?"
- "Yeah, my baby." I softly caressed the seat of my new Ducati I got just a few hours ago.
"Sweet. I have my chopper over there." Kate pointed to the other side of the parking lot.
- "Wow, nice one. So are we going to swap them or are we driving our babies and... you will lead the way?" I'm not used to wasting my time.

"Hm... have you just invited yourself to my place?"
- "You are inviting me with every look, your eyes speak for you, Kate." Come on, don't play coy with me. Your sister ruined my date earlier tonight, you practically owe me...

"Follow me."
Oh wow, I have never seen someone with a smirk so hot. I almost had my first orgasm of that night.

I smiled back at her and got on my bike when my eyes got drawn to the night sky.
Are you shitting me? A Bat signal? But when considering the situation... it can help me finding that Lance girl. Fuck, but my date is going to get angry.

Kate was looking at her phone, texting someone, then throttled towards me: "Nyx, I'm... sorry. Have to go."
That was easier than I expected.
- "Yeah, okay, I don't mind."
"You don't?"
Why is she so surprised?

- "Nah, all good. Don't worry. I get it, you've probably received text from jealous girlfriend or from Sophie or someone. No need for explaining."
Kate gave me a suspicious look. Or... I'm not quite sure. She was difficult to read. That was... new.

"Uh.. well... see you around?"
- "I.. I ummm... don't think so."
"Wow. That is some honesty right there."
- "I consider lies for insults to one's intellect. Look, I'm not going to pretend I was about to invite you to movies tomorrow or to fancy dinner. And I bet you neither you did plan it."
Kate just smiled and nodded.

- "Yeah. So, why waste our time. Who knows, maybe we'll meet again."
"Maybe."
- "And when that happens..."
"I'll take you to that fancy dinner."
- "Ok. But please don't take me over there, to Alessandro's."
"Don't worry, I don't like it there either."

- "Enjoy the rest of your night, Kate Kane. And, by the way, nice coat." I said as I kicked in the Ducati's engine.
The last what I heard was: "You too, Nyx."
Then I throttled through the narrow street into the darkness.

Ok, how to find the cause of the Bat signal? There must be something going on in the city since the Bat is needed. I tried to catch a police radio signal with my mind so I slowed down a bit and listened.

Took me about ten minutes to find out there was a hostage situation at Marilyn Manson concert in Gotham's forum, near the Wayne tower. What a coincidence.

I roamed around the Forum for a while until I found a way in. Not through the front door, not through the back door, but from UP. My Ducati was parked in the back alley and I quickly found my way to the fire staircase. Yes, I had to jump three meters to get to that staircase but hey, I'm the Nephilim, remember? Once on the roof, I looked around.

The Bat signal was still on, however there was no clue that the Bat was actually here. Or even alive, in this city. Who cares. There was a door, leading to the inside staircase. Locked. Ha. Who cares?

One kick and I was in. The Forum was quiet. Too quiet when considering that there was Marilyn Manson's concert going on just a few moments ago. Too bad. I'm a fan. There was a little balcony, on the top floor, probably for light technicians. Let's take some strategy into account. The venue was quite big. And I noticed... the Collectors. Those were ours. The Collectors, who come to place of death and collect the souls from dead bodies. There were... a lot.

Well, nothing to do with those who are already dead, but there are still living people, whose time hasn't come to an end yet. Hate to say it, but I have to protect the Equilibrium again. However, I can take the souls of the criminals, who stormed the concert. Count, Nyx... how many?