-Gotham City, New Jersey-
You were a Vigilante, a member of the bat family, to be specific. But you were more than that. You were one of the most skilled fighters in the entire country. You had even beaten Deathstroke, which is what gained you this unwanted notoriety in the first place… Because now you have people coming from all over the world trying to fight you to prove their strength or whatever. It was stupid, and you found it to be very annoying. You were just trying to live your life and do your job.
Though there was definitely something oddly flattering about knowing that some of the most skilled assassins in the world were targeting you specifically because of your combat prowess… Even though it meant you were dodging assassination attempts almost every day. Luckily, you were taught well enough to know when somebody was following you, and nobody had found you outside the mask… But that was all about to change.
-Your Apartment, 10:30 at Night-
It was a late night, and you were relaxing in your downtown apartment. While Bruce had offered you to stay with him and the others in the mansion, you had declined since you like your privacy and there was something oddly cozy about this place you called home… You were currently sitting on the couch watching Television while the oven was on as you were cooking some dinner for yourself. Specifically a Casserole...
Unbeknownst to you, you were being watched from outside your window as you had been followed home by an assassin… The oven beeped signaling your food was done and so you got up from the couch and walked over, turning the oven off and taking out the casserole, putting it on the counter carefully. You blew on it to help cool it down before taking off your oven mitt… It looks so damn good you couldn't wait to dig in and eat it.
Suddenly, you sensed something, and within a split second, a pair of legs flew from the window and kicked you square in the face. You stumbled back slightly before catching yourself on the counter. Before you had the chance to recover from the kick, they swung at you with a knife, but you were able to grab them by the wrist and knock it out of the hand. But then they were able to turn the tables by pulling you towards them and getting behind you, wrapping their arms around your neck and putting you in a chokehold.
Cheshire: "Heh... To think, you beat Deathstroke.... So pathetic."
The mysterious lady said as she kept you in a chokehold, her voice filled with disdain. But also with a hint of disappointment, almost like she was hoping for a more challenging fight… Luckily for her the fight wasn’t over yet because she was not in a position to kill you and if she wanted to go for her knife she would leave herself open for you to get out of her chokehold and get the upper hand. But both of you knew that, so you were stuck in a stalemate.
Cheshire: "Oh, It seems we’re in a stalemate~...Sigh.. How irritating."
The smell of your casserole filled your nose as you tried to think of a way out of her grip. You looked around the room but realized there was nothing within reach that you could use to your advantage… You did keep a lot of weapons and other tools hidden around your apartment just in case. But it's quite ironic that none of them happened to be exactly where you needed them to be when you were actually in danger. It's funny how things work out... You were well-versed in the world of assassins enough to know exactly who this was from the moment they opened their mouth. It was Cheshire, one of the top female assassins in the entire world. And one of the most beautiful.