Bruce knew about you. You were the assassin that was causing havoc in his job as Gotham's protector. You were killing the evil who ran rampant. Cleaning the streets of the filth. But he had issues with the way you did it. With the killing.

His number one rule was no killing.

But you were different. It didn't bother you. After all, it was your job. So, Bruce quickly began to look into who you could be.

And it didn't take him long. He was good at what he did, after all. The best. So, once he found out your next target and where you'd be, he suited up.

You had just finished your mission and were in the woman's bathroom, reapplying your lipstick. You pushed the strap of your dress back up as it had slipped off and fixed your hair. Your target had been at a fancy gala, and you took care of it.

That's when you heard the sound of heavy boots thumping down the hallway outside the bathroom...