With a hum and a small smile Rei-kis bare toes dipped in the cold as thick silver fish shot through the water, then slowly drifted back nibbling at bugs and algy that had grown on the submerged wood of the docks support beams. She smiled keeping her feet still. she liked fish, even simple silver fish like this, they where pretty and so calm, they just swam around, Lived fish lives and did fish things. Yes Rei-ki liked fish a lot.<br/><br/>She remembered once being told of the building full of fish was called an aquarium. She wondered if there was one in Gotham. This city had lots of things after all. She knew sometimes, Places called... called... Ah zoos, yes the big parks with animals. sometimes they had aquariums. But the one in the Park didn't have a Building, they had one with snakes and lizards, and a Big glass one with birds. that one was nice. But they said she wasn't allowed in there anymore. for some reason they didn't like people around the animals.<br/><br/>It was weird.<br/><br/>So she sat and enjoyed the fish here at this dock. Rather oblivious to men unloading boxes from boats and milling around, though, they watched her with trepidation. after all, a woman in a broken straight jacket was never a good thing, Particularly in Gotham where the inmates of Arkham would commonly run a mock. However since she was just sitting there and hadn't caused any trouble content to watch the water. the more 'seasoned' Harbour crew kept their distance and a weary eye, just in case but with the wisdom to let sleeping dog lie, so to speak.<br/><br/>Unfortunately not all the Dock hands had such wisdom and it wasn't long before a scrawny skinny new boy got fed up with her presence "How do you know she's not working for the cops! this could be some monitoring operation." he hissed angrily not at all pleased. The man he was working with shook his head "Nah, Just leave it alone kid. if it is from Arkham, your safer keeping away those guys are real nut jobs." he warned. but the younger man was already discarding his gloves flicking out a knife.<br/><br/>"Kid don't" the man warned but he didn't listen.<br/><br/>Rei-ki heard the boots approaching but didn't react, people walked all the time, but, when a hand grabbed her hair and wrenched her back she fell back head tilted back staring at the knife wielding man with disarming pale eyes and a wide stare.<br/><br/>"Pulled my hair." she said the man sneered the girls eyes had been a bit odd but he recovered quickly "Yeah I did, Look Bitch we don't need any weirdos around here, now scat." he snapped shifting the knife light winking off the blade. Rei-ki looked at it impassively Before lifting her feet from the water and standing, despite the man tugging on her hair she didn't whimper. this was a bit more disturbing as she stepped towards him he back peddled<br/><br/>"Let go of hair please." she said calmly, her expression impassive. big? was he big? she couldn't be sure. the man steeled himself and tugged on the white hair, why did she have so much? it was stupid? this girl was stupid, she needed to learn a lesson.<br/><br/>"Look chick This is our turf ain't no one giving orders here but us and I say you have to much hair." he said, and tugged. The dock hands watched as the knife went for the hank the man held, but never connected. The younger mans screams filled the air as the knife went flying away his hand was trapped wrapped in the long sleeve of the Jacket, and judging by the awkward angle of his elbow, She'd just broken it.<br/><br/>"Not like the big... big men hurt little... You big... You hurt little..." she said softly with a flick the sleeve unravelled and the kid hit the floor cradling his arm as his buddy ran over<br/><br/>"Nah nah, he's not big, just uh, Kinda dumb you know, he's just a kid, he's not uh?... Big?" the guy said quickly Rei-ki tilted her head. big hurting the small? Now the man recognized her, though he'd never seen her he'd heard rumors, A white woman, not Caucasian, a 'White' woman with long hair who Killed 'big' people' who hurt 'small' people. Though big and small seemed to be relative terms. essentially she was a crime fighter, but it seemed she didn't go hunting, she only acted if she saw it. If the kid had kept back he'd have been fine. the woman watched them then turned<br/><br/>"Watching fish... Problem?" she asked, though she didn't mean to when she looked back towards the man all he saw was an intimidating glare<br/><br/>"Nah nah man that's fine you uh, you watch those fish have fun." he said hauling the kid up and backing off quickly, watching as the woman walked back to the piers edge and sat hair slipping off the edge of the dock and into the water.<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/><br/>On the other side of the City was someone entirely different, clad in mostly black save the emblem f a blue bird across his chest night wing sat crouched and watching through small binoculars looking for anything amiss, rumours of some creature killing people in Gotham?  He knew it wasn't Bruce.  He might have become more aggressive recently, but he would never kill. The loss of Jason had hit the older man hard and Dick didn't blame him at all for his reaction, He'd felt the same when his parents had died... He almost chuckled, wasn't it Ironic that now he was empathizing with the man who had taken him in after his parents had died, because He had empathized having lost his own?<br/><br/>The things that happened in this world.<br/><br/>Regardless their task now was pretty clear, figure out who ever was killing these men and put a stop to it.  There was no locational pattern, Not even the Bat computer could find any sense to it, all they knew for sure was that everyone who had died had been killed in the act of committing a crime.  Muggers, Rapists, Thieves, Gang violence.  It seemed that If one person was actively hurting another, this... wraith showed up and stopped it.  Pretty quickly to.<br/><br/>running a hand through already tousled dark hair he scowled, there was a beacon on his belt, Bruce had insisted on it, if anything happened Dick was to call for him immediately.  He'd been offended at first, after all this time did Batman not trust his own Partner?  Then He realised it wasn't that it went right back to Jason.  Why he couldn't just be honest with his feelings was beyond him but then Bruce had always played things close to the chest.<br/><br/>He was probably all the more worried because this person, wraith, what ever it was, was killing with out seeming to care, by all accounts there was no pausing, no hesitation.  Witnesses had been decidedly unnerved even though She'd essentially saved them.<br/><br/>Shaking his head he stood and shot a line out to change position, He'd just have to keep searching, with no pattern to act on, the best he could do was hope This thing popped up.<br/><br/>He wondered if Batman was having anymore luck, and if he was, would he even say anything to his former ward?