<div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 16px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">Sarah was walking home through the streets of Gotham when it happened. <br/>
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She was later than she'd intended to be and she knew that her parents would fuss. The young heiress wished they wouldn't, but that was their way. After all, Daddy's car had dropped her off at Gotham City Public Library in Old Gotham and she'd spent the last ... well, probably about eight hours there.  She loved it there and always had - even moreso since the multi-million-dollar refurb by Wayne Enterprises. As much as Sarah found "society" dull, she had been delighted by the work Wayne Enterprises had done for her beloved library. Clutching her books under her arm, the street light flickered above her and she lifted her head to look at it. <br/>
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A moth, drawn to the light it saw, fluttered ever closer to its inevitable demise and so too did the young woman bathed in the self-same illumination. <br/>
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The heels of her shoes made a stark, almost discordant sound even though her steps were rhythmic and well-paced. Sarah's hazel eyes flitted around, moving nervously as she took stock of the fact that she was alone, in the darkness. Daddy would not approve, she knew,  but he wasn't here. Increasing her pace, she turned down the street towards home. She was nearly there.  Her foot twisted, the tendons in her ankle tearing and she let out a cry of pain as she stumbled to the floor. Stockinged legs hit the ground and both the sheer fabric and her skin tore. <br/>
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Books tumbled from her arms and Sarah threw out her hands - reflexes kicking in - to save herself. A jagged shard of glass, a remnant of some other situation at some point in this place,  dug into her palm and she wondered a random, frantic thought. What if it had diseases!? It was far from the worst of her worries, though, as she lifted her head, her long blonde hair secure in the conservative bun which usually contained it. Maybe there was a drug of some kind, Sarah considered, on that shard in her palm. She could feel the blood, warm and sticky, start to trickle down her wrist as she frowned in consternation. <br/>
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A woman, in a skin-tight leather outfit and high-heeled boots that went<i> all</i> the way up, walked towards her. Yet, the glass must have had an hallucinogenic on it. Because there was more than one. Two... three of them. All walking towards her, all identical. She scrambled up, her twisted foot already swelling and causing her to stumble again; that shoe was discarded, left behind and she gave her head a little shake, just to try and clear it. But no, still three of them. <br/>
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'Oh well,' she thought to herself. 'I'll just aim for the one in the middle.'<br/>
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She was so busy watching the three in front, Sarah didn't notice the one behind. As the middle one in front of her, a woman with vivid blue eyes, leaned forward and put a single finger underneath Sarah's chin, lifting her face so they were looking at each other, the woman smiled. "Oh, you're beautiful," she said. Sarah realised that she was trembling so hard that her knees were hitting each other.  "Her majesty is going to love you." Sarah frowned.  Had that woman just said that the Queen was going to love her? Odd. She didn't sound British.<br/>
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Blood had trickled slowly down her hand and, in that moment, a single drop fell from her finger; it landed on one of the books. As the dart with the fast-acting sedative embedded in her neck from the slave behind her, Sarah felt the pin-prick and then, within a few seconds, the world started to slip into darkness. The woman in the very high boots stepped forward and Sarah was vaguely aware that someone -<i> she</i> - caught her as she fell. <br/>
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Rain began to fall and when; on the morning after Batman had answered the Bat-signal - they found her shoe, the books she had checked out of the library, and the traces of struggle and blood; Sarah woke up and tried to move but found that she was quite, quite unable to. Her eyelids were far too heavy to lift, but somehow, she knew that she wasn't alone.</span></span>​</div>