“You are the best of the best.” the Arkham Knight roared in the room with soldiers standing in lines. Masks all hiding their face, including yours. None of them made one mistake to not stand straight and keeping their hands by their side.

You’re were one of the only female soldiers in the militia. You thought highly of yourself, thinking that you would caring this whole operation to success seeing how fitting your skill was for this.

You saw yourself fitting to be apart of the militia. None of the other soldiers has what you had. Compassion and determination. What you pushed you to not give up. No one was like you.

You knew you were going to have to prove yourself worth as you were woman doing a “man’s work”.

But your commander saw past your gender. Past the misogynistic ideals his soldiers spewed out. He saw potential in you. Adored your abilities. You were his special soldier.

Though you had no military experience, your skills and flexibility said it all. The public would even compare you to Deathstroke.

Couldn’t be that hard.

“Batman hits hard and fast. But you are faster!”