My long feathery dress ruffles as I step into the ballroom. It was a costume-masquerade party so I fit in perfectly. I just had to buy a cheap, grey mask from the $2 shop and go in my costume as normal. A red triangle painted on my forehead and chest. My dress was accompanied by high heels that clanged on the polished, wooden hall floor as I walked. My outfit was topped off with a black pearl necklace and red earrings.<br/>The Black Hawk had business to do.<br/>I scanned the area as I saw ministers and recognised criminals talking to each other. As I suspected, this ball was a chance for criminals to sneak in and talk with their connections about their next big break. Pathetic. It was even more pathetic that the FBI arrived their 15 minutes later. I made sure no one left the room. I was prowling and making sure my prey did not leave. Those ministers would be questioned now. All thanks to an anonymous call. Of course however they did not catch me, I was the night creature. I was then law.<br/>Well as much fun as that was I preferred to fight head on. Not to show off but to show my enemies not to mess with me.<br/>I checked my black nails as I swiftly entered the alley way. Pitch Black and not chipped. I nodded in approval and put on a kind of menacing smile before scaling onto the rooftop of the tall house and seeing the night life for streets. I lifted myself up and flew out into the night.<br/>More business.