Red Hood and The Syphon

Skin that sucks in magic like a class A drug, the Syphon must learn how to live or die with her power in the harsh streets of Gotham.

Elizabeth Ray is a young Gothamite living in the infamous Crime Alley when she discovers that she can absorb magic. Never one to take the moral high road, she stumbles her way from a low level henchmen to a real threat.

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"You've been busy babe," the Hood leaned into one hip, hand rested on the grip of his gun. "So, are you trying to be the next Robin or are you trying to take 'em down?"

"That's not really any of your business, is it?" Beth said bitterly, the red energy crackling through her fingers.

"So you're all juiced up, huh?" Hood sounded like he was smirking under the helmet as he pulled his guns from their holsters. "Constantine tells me you're some kind of magic syphon, that if I can keep you going then you'll run out of your fairy lights."

"Syphon," Beth repeated, her eyes trained on the red mask as her eyelids hung low. "I like it. That's a good villain name, right Lew?"

"Don't do this," Lewis begged, his stance shaky as he backed into the wall behind him. The salesman's eyes darted between his friend and the masked vigilante.

"That's what I am, isn't it?" Beth asked him with a biting tone. Her hands flexed open and closed, her feet shifting across the concrete. "I don't have the seal of bat-proval so I'm just some villain."