Bruce had never been a fan of aliens. They were an unknown. An unpredictable threat. He saw his friendship with the Kryptonian Kal-El as an exception to these rules, and the only one that he was willing to accept. So, when an alien vessel crashes in...
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There seemed to be handfuls of stars tossed right above the rooftops in Burnside, keeping the town still alight even at midnight. A shadow stood atop the tallest building in the neighbourhood; a bunch of tight-knit apartments scaling the horizon, and the perfect place to view Burnside in its entirety.
Batgirl watched the alley near Lester Street, analysing every small detail; the exits, the homes, and most importantly, the people. So far, only four people had lingered near the crime scene. The police had left for the night. Everything was quiet.
"You must be the Bat Child," someone spoke from directly behind her. "I have come to offer my assistance."
Batgirl turned, half jumping from shock, to meet a pair of the darkest eyes she had ever seen. Blacker than coal, or ink, or anything she had ever seen, but that was the only visible feature. Surrounding the rest of her body was a pulsing white suit, that covered even her mouth, "Okay...who are you? And what did you just call me?"
"I am Rahn, Emissary for the Ohrysian Principality," the strange woman replied, and realisation clicked in Barbara's mind. She had heard of Rahn, both from Jason and general social media scrolling. "Is Bat Child not what you are named?"
"It's Batgirl, actually. I'm far from a child."
"I was under the impression that 'girl', in your language, referred to young female children. Just as 'woman' refers to adults."
"What are you, a thesaurus?" Barbara scoffed, "Batwoman is taken, so I'm kinda stuck with it."
"Very well, Bat Child, shall we proceed to the crime scene?"
The next few seconds were like something out of a nightmare. The suit that shielded most of the stranger's face and body slowly started creeping over her eyes as well. As if even showing them in the first place had been a deliberate act. Soon, there was nothing left. The costume twitched and bubbled, but whoever was behind it had completely vanished beneath; like a blank piece of paper without even a margin. There was a faint scent, too. Almost undetectable but familiar, somehow. It reminded her of the ocean.
"H-Hold on..." Barbara somehow managed to sputter out. She was impressed with her own ability to not have a serious mental breakdown at what she had seen. Then again, her ex-boyfriend was dating a six foot tall alien in a sling bikini... "Did you just invite yourself into my investigation? 'Cause I don't even know you."
"I will not be a burden. I simply wish to observe your detective skills," Rahn replied, but it was weird to hold a conversation with someone without a visible face. "Think of it as a peaceful exchange of knowledge between our species."
