Blood will have blood, they say...

The Powerbound Alliance had been formed as a peacekeeping mission. Individuals with extraordinary abilities all around the globe had come together, fighting side by side against tyranny and injustice. Formed during the Second World War, they faded into myths and legends, slowly falling out of history with each and every passing year. By the time the world welcomed in a new millennium, the Powerbound Alliance was a children's fable, a story told to those too young to understand the horrors of war. Any scholar who attempted to make a reference to the Powerbound Alliance had as much credibility as the boy who cried wolf. The legends had died out.

With intense terrorist activities in the Middle East, rumors of a powerful mercenary group grew. Based in Columbia, this group of highly trained individuals worked along with soldiers in order to infiltrate some of the most deadly areas in the world. This group, calling themselves the Powerbound Alliance, ushered in what appeared to be a new era of peace and solitude. Ready to bring in their newest batch of recruits, the novices were trained in how to utilize their powers against the budding new threat: the Crime Syndicate. A sophisticated network of some of the most fierce criminals, located in Gotham, the Crime Syndicate spelled ruin for the new peace the Powerbound Alliance had created.

As the world's most famous superheroes began to vanish, the Powerbound Alliance braced itself for attack from the Crime Syndicate. Unfortunately, they had neglected to prepare for a more troubling foe: Task Force X. Created by the American government under direction of Amanda Waller, Task Force X, better known as the Suicide Squad, recruited solely criminals. The likes of Deadshot, El Diablo, King Shark, and Harley Quinn comprised Task Force X for the most part, and one month after the newest recruits of the Powerbound Alliance had been trained, Task Force X struck.

There were only two survivors: Nyt Arud and Edwina Fairfax.

The Powerbound Alliance operated outside of the restrictions of law and order, determining for themselves what was right and what was wrong. The American government, more specifically Amanda Waller, feared that the group would soon betray its intentions and become a malevolent entity. Having confirmed the deaths of all but those two poor souls, Task Force X continues to hunt down Edwina and Nyt, determined to either end their lives or drag them to Belle Reve, a maximum security prison designed for those with powers.

Here, in New York City just one week after the tragedy, our story begins...

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Edwina locked the door tightly behind her, slipping back into the motel room. They didn't truly need to have the currents drawn--Eddie now, as a precaution, blocked the light bouncing off of them from interacting with anyone. It worked essentially like a cloaking device, allowing them to see out and no one to see in. She let out a sigh of relief, seeing Nyt still there.

"No sign of Clown or Gunman," Eddie said, smiling a bit thinly. She pulled the prize, the boon of her journey, out of the bag. Two meals from the nearest McDonalds, the bags practically dripping with grease, grime, and that little something that makes McDonalds smell so odd. Handing Nyt's bag over to her, Eddie sat on her half of the bed, and dug into her Big Mac with a ferociousness that would have even impressed her ex-boyfriend, Mercury.

Swallowing thickly, Edwina fell back on the pillows, entirely exhausted. They'd been on the run for a week, and already, there'd been at least ten close calls. No matter where they went, it seemed, the Suicide Squad followed them. She couldn't help but shudder at individuals able to take down everyone in the Powerbound Alliance. She and Nyt had just been lucky, having gone to sleep and kept their room perpetually dark and quiet. When the assassins had come in, Edwina hid the two of them from sight, with Nyt stifling the sound.

If they hadn't been assigned as roommates, Edwina realized, the both of them would have been dead.

"Did you get the fake IDs?" Edwina asked hopefully. "And, um, we should do something about our hair...At least mine...It's a bit...noticeable..."

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A dark haired girl sat upon the clean, white sheets of the motel bed as she flipped through the channels of the TV. Her mind was absent, remembering every single event in the past two months. From the time she even heard of the group to when they met up and left for Colombia, and now… this: all or most of her new friends were now dead, after getting hit by the Suicide Squad unexpectedly. She had trusted the committee to protect one another, but in the end, they either fought for themselves or ran. Edwina and Nyt had learned to trust each other and because of their teamwork, they kept each other safe. She tried hard not to cry as she remembered how they entered their room, ready to see them. But their plan was impeccable and seeing nothing/hearing no one, the Suicide Squad left them alone as Nyt cowered in her bed, trying her hardest to absorb all sounds from Edwina and herself.
She pulled herself out of her thoughts when she heard footsteps, tensing up slightly. She absentmindedly absorbed the sounds from the room as someone stopped before her door and fumbled with bags to pull out a key. She nearly bolted out the door to crash into the visitor, but when she saw it was her friend, she let out a small laugh and let the sound flood the room again. She looked over at Edwina as she assured her the Clown or Gunmen weren’t nearby and a small smile appeared on her tired, slightly salty face as she grabbed her beloved McDonald’s bag. “This is the one clown I can handle at the moment.”
She immediately dug in along with her friend, scarfing down her McDouble and washing it down water to combat all the grease. “IDs are still being printed; my brother is the military so he’s learned some of the finest tricks, paid for by the US Government,” she said, grinning at the last part. “As for the hair, mine was always short so they’ll most likely expect me to grow it out. I think the only think I can do is dye it and slightly grow it out, but not too much. What kind of hairstyle are you looking for?” she asked, her grinning getting wider.

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Edwina nodded, scarfing down the fries in her bag as she rose slowly up from her flopped position on the bed. As exhausted as she was, she couldn't stay down for long. There was work to do--there was always work to do, to be fair.

"I'm not sure," Edwina said slowly, biting her lip. "They probably have us in the biometrics, so our best bet would be to try to alter our faces but...I don't think we've got time for plastic surgery."

She chuckled awkwardly, wishing she had progressed further with her powers. If she had, she would have been able to maintain illusions constantly, allowing Nyt and herself to go unseen at all times. It was too draining for her, covering up their faces with those of strangers, and she expected it would take years for her to be able to accomplish it.

"Maybe a bit shorter? I could wear a baseball hat as well, it'd help to trick any biometrics they've got going...But honestly, the Squad is going to find us eventually," Edwina sighed. The only group of talented individuals who could have helped them had already perished. And it wasn't like comic book legends were just going to pop into existence in order to spare them. Somehow, they'd have to figure out how to stop the most highly trained criminals in the world from taking them out. They'd already done it once--could they really do it again?

Eddie could only hope the Suicide Squad didn't know what Eddie and Nyt's powers were. That was there only advantage: controlling the unknown by ensnaring the senses.

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Once Nyt decimated her meal, she rolled up the greasy bag into a ball and shot it from her bed, straight into the trashcan. "I'm not sure," Edwina said slowly, "They probably have us in the biometrics, so our best bet would be to try to alter our faces but...I don't think we've got time for plastic surgery." Nyt made a face, not liking the idea of changing her one face she had grown to love for years and years. It also reminded her of her sister, someone who would also become a target if the Suicide Squad knew about her. Luckily for the twins, however, her sister Din was somewhere out in space, traveling to other alien planets. "Maybe a bit shorter? I could wear a baseball hat as well, it'd help to trick any biometrics they've got going...But honestly, the Squad is going to find us eventually," Edwina said, sighing.
“I really hope not. I’d hate to be taken out by your people. I mean - no offense, but c’mon. I’m an Austean, with powers. We don’t easily die, but I’m sure they’ll find a way to kill me,” she said slowly, easing back into the motel bed. Her own powers had come along from the training they did have before the hit, with Nyt being able to hear miles out when she scouted an area and imagined exactly where she wanted to hear. It had come in handy, with Nyt remembering how the sounds of Harley Quinn’s giggle pulled her out of her sleep, something that had come to haunt her dreams.
“I’ll make sure they don’t harm us. I don’t know how, but I’ll be damned if we don’t go down swinging,” she said, grinning at her friend sleepily.

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Edwina rolled her eyes. "The only thing Harley fucking Quinn and I have in common is a bad taste in men," she retorted. She chuckled a bit at her friend's confidence, wiggling her fingers and staring at them. She'd managed to master cloaking and image refraction while training with the Powerbound Alliance. She could either conceal Nyt and herself for short periods of time or duplicate them, so there were ten of them running around to distract the Suicide Squad.

Unfortunately, not even she could replicate a heat signature. All they had to do was have Deadshot turn on his thermal sensors, and Eddie's illusions would be just that--illusions.

"Do you think there's a way we can bargain with them, maybe?" Eddie pondered. "They're all on Amanda's leash...Maybe if we could get them off of it, they won't, y'know, kill us?"

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"Do you think there's a way we can bargain with them, maybe? They're all on Amanda's leash...Maybe if we could get them off of it, they won't, y'know, kill us?"
“The only thing in the world that would satisfy them is our blood. Which is weird, because they already have most of our friends’ blood on their hands now,” she said, with a scowl. She pulled the covers up to her neck, trying to fight the flashbacks of their screams as the squad demolished their lives. She turned away from Edwina, ready to go back to a dreamless sleep. She had no use for dreams at the moment, mostly because even in the Dreamworld, she couldn’t save in any of the realms. She sniffed away any tears that might come spilling any moment, focusing on the names of each and every single person that had a hand in the massacre that night.
“We’ll take care of everything that has to do with our appearance tomorrow,” she said tiredly, blinking her aching eyes until they felt comfortable. “Or maybe we can jack a spaceship and get the hell out of here.”

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"Go to sleep, silly," Eddie chuckled. "I'll shut off the lights and take first watch."

Not waiting for a reply from Nyt, Eddie flexed her mental muscles, plunging the room into darkness. She smiled sadly, recalling how she had done the same thing for Mercury when he had been wounded. A creature of shadows, it was the only thing she could to do help him. On occasion, her heart would crumble with pangs of sadness attacking it, but as best as she could, she would toss those emotions aside.

As far as she was aware, Mercury had survived. She doubted that he could be killed, being more of a black hole than an actual living being. They likely had him locked away somewhere, or perhaps, one of the Squad members had managed to destroy him after all. It didn't help her to dwell on it. Sighing, Edwina moved to get out of bed, when she heard a heavy thud outside of their room.

Freezing, she maintained the darkness as best as she could, hopeful that Nyt hadn't fallen asleep yet. It looked like they'd have company.

 

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Nyt wasn’t one to refuse sleep and immediately welcomed it as soon as Eddie plunged them into darkness, and she absentmindedly silenced the sounds of the city beyond them. She was careful, however, to remember to overhear certain locations that she and Eddie had previously scouted, in case the Suicide Squad made another unwelcomed surprise visit. In her dream world, she visited the Sanctuary once again, just to make her final goodbyes. Having them constantly on her mind, unsure she would be able to avenge them, weighed her down greatly and she knew she needed closure. Most of all, she missed Lisa’s wisdom and authoritative motherly role, Jackson’s paternal instincts over the females, or Aja’s bright laugh whenever she heard a good song.
Above all, the one death that made her unable to completely forgive the Suicide Squad was Jennifer’s, the doe-eyed girl who brought them all pizza on the very first day they all met. She could still remember the young girl pleading for her life, and although she and Eddie made an attempt to save the youngest person from the group, it was too late. With the tears silently streaming down her face, she hugged the girl one last time as her deceased friends nodded. She was brought out of the world, however, by the thud outside their bedroom and she immediately snapped back into the real world, making sure the room was still silent on the outside to any intruders. Irritated that she wouldn’t get to sleep after all, she grabbed her beloved dagger Crichton from under her pillow and nodded over at Eddie whose eyes were as full as fright as Nyt’s.
The thuds turned into knocks, before the person announced themselves in a female voice. “Room service! I brought fresh towels and compliments from the Manager.” Nyt didn’t trust a single world and she made her way to behind the door so Eddie could open it. “I promise, we’ll be okay,” she mouthed, hoping to God she conveyed confidence. Slowly, Eddie pulled the door open only to be jumped by rather feline-looking woman and Nyt grunted as she pounced on her back with the dagger to her throat, careful not to slit it.

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Edwina nodded, rising from the bed cautiously. Nyt had grabbed her weapon, and Eddie walked over towards the door. "Be there in a sec!" she called out. "I was just having lots of sex!" Her voice cracked slightly, and Eddie opened up the door. Hopefully, whoever was there would feel as uncomfortable as she did, making it easier for Nyt to take them down. They'd been through the same drill multiple times before.

In a blink of an eye, not only was a woman dressed like a cheetah on top of her, but so was Nyt. "Guys...This isn't the right time for a threesome..." Eddie joked, rolling out from underneath the cheetah-like woman. The woman snarled at them practically, held helpless by Nyt's blade.

Edwina shut the door, and closed her eyes. She projected the image of her, Nyt, and the strange woman leaving the room, walking down the hall, and heading towards the elevators for reception. Her brain came under strain as Edwina then had them exiting the elevator, getting into a car, and driving away. Breaking the illusion, Edwina gasped for air.

"There, bought us some time," she said weakly. "Let's have a chat with our new friend, shall we?"

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Nyt grinned at her companion, ever quick with her wit and even funnier comebacks, as she pulled the cheetah-woman away from the door. She motioned for Edwina to tie her up and as she quickly set to work on bounding their enemy, she focused on silencing the room from the outside. The woman was breathing hard, obviously stunned that she was taken down by a rather frail-looking set of girls. That was her first mistake: underestimating the lone survivors of a massacre that should have never happened. Something in the alien had clicked, finally understanding the flight or fight responses that came so naturally to humans. Her own people were peaceful, her sister once said, so the urge to fight didn’t come until absolutely necessary.
Luckily, Nyt had grown up with a vast number of brothers who insisted she learn to fight and parents who nurtured her mind. The only thing she truly missed out on was the studying of her abilities and how to control them. It was something her father decided to study up on late into his life, even now as news of their presumed deaths made their ways to their remaining relatives. She hated to think her parents would think she was actually dead, but it had to be done: they weren’t safe otherwise.
Once Edwina secured the prisoner, she pulled the blade away so she could stand by her friend’s side, her arms cross with the dagger still in her hand. “If you really knew us, you wouldn’t have come. You would have just came to this piece of shit motel and lied that you killed us,” Nyt started, her voice trembling with emotion; even now, she could still see Jenny’s lifeless eyes. “We would like to know why we’re still being hunted.”
The woman spit at them, missing marginally but still epically gross, “Fuck you!” Nyt shook her head and stuck the dagger in her shoulder blade. The woman tried to scream but Nyt was quick to silence her with her powers, letting the vibrations fall flat anytime she tried to speak.
“Why?” she yelled this time, twisting the dagger.

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Eddie bit her lip. As much as she didn't want to be the stereotypical character who objected to violence... Well, she couldn't help but be that person. The Squad may have been the ones to kill her friends, but they weren't the ones who gave the order. They were as helpless in this as they were. All of them were pawns. None of them were able to control the board.

"Echo, hun, maybe if we didn't go right to stabbing..." Edwina suggested, fidgeting with her hands a bit. "We could start off slow, yeah? Get to know each other. We don't even know her name."

She paused, glancing at the rather outrageous outfit. It seemed even villains didn't have any sense when it came to clothing. Who wanted to look like a carnival freak? It only drew more attention. "Though I'm guessing it has something to do with cheetahs...Maybe she's just a demented Cheetah Girl who lost her way..."

Biting her lip, Edwina glanced at Nyt. Both of them had lived through hell. Both of them had lost people that day. Their friends -- no, their family -- had been slaughtered. But that didn't mean that violence was the answer, Edwina was positive of that. Torture wouldn't get them the answers they needed-- only the answers they wanted.

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"Echo, hun, maybe if we didn't go right to stabbing..." her partner spoke, breaking Nyt from her anger as she watched her friend fidget with her hands. It took her a moment to settle down and she pulled her dagger out of the woman’s shoulder blade with a shrug. She almost felt bad for her actions that she did out of anger, but she also knew it wouldn’t be the last time: the more she saw Lisa’s lifeless body or Marcus’, (who she believed was the strongest in terms of strengths), in her head, the more she couldn’t control her actions. "We could start off slow, yeah? Get to know each other. We don't even know her name. Though I'm guessing it has something to do with cheetahs...Maybe she's just a demented Cheetah Girl who lost her way..."
“Fine. I’m… so-rry,” she said slowly, letting the words roll off her tongue like it was a foreign language. Obviously, she didn’t mean it to the cheetah woman’s pain, but more to her only friend as she made her uncomfortable with the stabbing. “Well, Cheetah – I’m taking a stab here with your name,” she said, looking over at Eddie to drive her point with the wordplay before looking back to the woman who snarled at both of them, “You’re obviously here for us, since no one even knows we’re alive. Why are you still after us?” she started, her roll of questioning just beginning.
“Money,” came out of her lips, showing them her bared teeth, “A girl could make a nice retirement out of bringing your dead bodies back to the boss.” Nyt was about to slap her across the face, but she stopped when she realized she had raised her hand yet again out of anger. The woman was telling the truth, no doubt, but there was still something else as Cheetah flinched out of anticipation for the hit.
“What else?” she said softly, bringing her hand down to her side after a moment. She could see Eddie’s look of approval out of the corner of her eye and she felt better about having someone there to keep her in check, especially as the woman attempted to cooperate.

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Edwina giggled at the play on words. As gruesome as it was, she couldn't help but have a large, goofy grin on her face from it. She nodded a bit, listening to the woman go on and on. Glancing over at Nyt, she hoped she wouldn't mind Eddie's unorthodox solution...

"Want to rob a bank with us?" Edwina offered. "With our skills, you'd get more than any payout your boss could provide for you."

Sure, she hadn't intended to go into a life of crime...But that was the road that seemed to be the easiest. If they paid of the Cheetah, then they wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. Perhaps they could even bribe her to tell her boss that the girls had been incinerated in some sort of unfortunate explosion. And besides, she did have one certain contact who'd be more than willing to help with robbing a bank.

Her uncle, after all. An expert chemist, and a criminal mastermind in Gotham. Of course, he was a bit insane.

"And you wouldn't want to cross my uncle, would you? If you researched the Fairfax family, then you know all about my uncle Jack."

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Nyt raised her eyebrows when Edwina offered Cheetah a rather nice escape: still make money by not killing the girls. She could see it in the woman’s eyes that she wanted it and the woman stared back at them before chuckling. “How can I refuse? If you’re truly his niece, this should be a piece of cake. But what guarantee will I have that I won’t end up dead? Especially with this one here,” she said, nodding her head over at Nyt. She rolled her eyes and a devilish smirk appeared on her face.
“Life never came with a guarantee,” Nyt said, her voice haunting the Cheetah as she still felt her wound pulsing with pain and the anger of the event lingering in her mind. There was obvious tension between them but if everyone got what they wanted, Nyt could honestly see this ending one of two ways: either they do the job right and go their separate ways with the pretense that Edwina and Nyt are deceased, or the Cheetah could just be a liar and Nyt would put her name first on her ‘To Kill’ list. The alien hoped the woman was as smart as she looked, for her sake.
Cheetah could only nod with a greedy grin on her face, “Sounds like a plan then. Mind untying me so I can clean my newly accrued wound?” Nyt leaned in so she could stare her straight in the eye.
“Let that be my first and final warning,” she said softly, before untying her quickly and then heading back to her bed, feeling weary after the long day that never seemed to end.

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Edwina nodded, watching as the Cheetah woman was untied, and Nyt collapsed in the bed. Almost wishing she could join Nyt in the realm of dreams, she bit her lip, pulling out the burner phone she'd acquired a few days prior. She never kept one longer than a few days, in case Waller managed to trace the call.

Punching in the number, she remembered the last time she had met with her uncle. He'd been in Arkham Asylum at the time, locked up for some crime or another, courtesy of the Gotham Bat. Edwina had only been thirteen years old. Her parents had been unhelpful with her chemistry homework, refusing to pay for some sort of tutor. She knew her Uncle Jack had been a famed chemist, and after a few hours of travel on public transport, she was in Gotham. Uncle Jack was one of the more notorious prisoners, she found out. And yet, the guards allowed her to meet with him. She shook away the memory, concentrating on the task at hand.

Ring....Ring...Ring....Click.

Edwina flashed a nervous grin at the Cheetah and at Nyt, listening to the inane rambles on the other end of the line. "It's Edwina...Yes, yes, I know...I need your help robbing a...Yes, yes, I said robbing. It's a bank. I've got the Cheetah, the Echo, and myself on the job....Great, thanks...Will do...Love you, Uncle. Yes, yes, I know...Tell Auntie I said hi."

She hanged up the phone, and slid it in her pocket. All of these years, and she'd managed to keep her powers a secret from the Joker. She knew, of course, that he wouldn't let her go back to a normal life after witnessing them. But perhaps normality wasn't in the cards anymore.

"It's done. We need to be in Gotham tomorrow. The only issue is the Gotham Bat, of course...But I'm assuming we can handle him," Edwina said, eyeing the stranger.

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Nyt scrunched her nose up at the mention of the infamous ‘Gotham Bat’, knowing Edwina was referring to Batman. She had grown up with a magical array of comics thanks to her brothers and thought a majority of her enemies were nothing but stories. Then again, she used to believe she was human when she was little and even believed in Santa Claus. Now, there was a Cheetah woman in their room, a Bat they had to fight eventually, and a crazy chemist to deal with all in the next 48 hours. She sank deeper into her covers and covered her head with the pillow, letting out a short frustrated scream muffled into the pillow.
“I suppose I’ll just sleep on the floor then,” said Cheetah, assuming she was still their prisoner until she held up her end of the bargain. It was better than being tied up, however, and she set to work on cleaning her own wound as Nyt fell asleep rather quickly, her adrenaline leaving her drained. Once Cheetah finished patching her shoulder blade, she motioned over at Edwina. “Mind sparing a pillow for me?” she asked with a toothy grin. She set a clean towel down so she could lay on top of it, not wanting to touch the questionable carpet.
She waited for Edwina to throw her a pillow before she settled in more comfortably and groaned slightly when her injured shoulder blade touched the flat surface. It wasn’t the worst stabbing she had received, but definitely uncalled for, she decided. She realized she was lucky to have the other woman there to keep the alien in check and made a note to thank her for her kindness later, after they all made off with their share of gains.

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Edwina tossed a pillow to the Cheetah woman, nodding at her. She paced back and forth for a while in her room, the chilling sound of her uncle's voice still sending a shiver down her spine. Rubbing her arms, the lights in the room began to flicker, and she paused, forcing herself to take calming breaths. It wouldn't do for their room to turn into one gigantic strobe light. It'd practically be screaming at the Suicide Squad to come and find them.

"Hurt us and I'll show you how much like my uncle I really am," Edwina said quietly, sitting next to Nyt on the bed. Her face softened a bit, though, realizing she never even knew the name of the mysterious woman. "What should we call you? You can call me Eddie."

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The night passed without much more alarm. Edwina had eventually lulled herself into a restless sleep, rising at four in the morning. From the train schedule she had memorized, the earliest train would be leaving in just under half an hour, headed towards Gotham. From the station, her uncle would meet them. Of course, she hadn't yet chatted with her new friends about how her uncle tended to make his appearances.

She didn't want to worry them. Joker Gas tended to worry people whenever her uncle brought it out to play. If all went well, he'd show up in disguise, not needing to make a display....

...But then again, it would've been odd for him not to make a fuss.

The early hours of the morning passed as well, and in less than an hour, the odd trio were on the train, headed towards the destination. Edwina concentrated on making the slightest changes to their appearances in the eyes of the camera--they all appeared to have dark skin to anyone watching. Fortunately, the train's journey was short. She wouldn't need to keep it up forever.

"We're almost there," Edwina smiled, picking at a bit of dead skin by her nails.

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Cheetah looked on as Edwina paced back and forth, using her as a mechanism to help her fall asleep by counting how many steps the girl took. As Nyt slept away and Edwina finally calmed down enough to try to catch some sleep, she smiled when she received yet another warning about any pretenses she may have on wronging them. Her eyes slowly closed as she turned on her side away from Edwina and responded to her question, “My name is Barbara; I’ll kill you if you call me Barbie.” With that, the newly forged team were swept away by the dream world.

Nyt reacted to Edwina rising out of bed at 4 in the morning, throwing her arm out sleepily just in case someone was trying to attack them. “Oh, it’s too early for me to behave,” she said with a yawn as she sat up and rubbed her crusty eyes. Waiting her turn for the restroom before they headed out, she changed up her only outfit, (the one she escaped the Sanctuary with), by pulling up the cuffs of her black sweatpants higher and letting her black ‘I ♥ Aliens’ shirt hang loosely at the hem instead of being tucked away. As the group finally made their way to the station, she watched the early morning sky as she continued to stretch along the way, (just in case), looking like a regular woman doing her daily morning exercise.
"We're almost there," Edwina said with a smile and Nyt nodded, slightly excited about taking the train but also hoping they were undercover enough to not be recognized by anyone. On the off chance that someone even knew who they were, she decided to change the pitches of their voices to the opposite side of their normal frequency whenever they spoke.
“If you call him Uncle, what do we call him?”
“I’ll call him Daddy,” said Cheetah suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows at the visibly-disgusted Edwina. Nyt let out a small snort, trying not to show Barbara that she found her humorous… At times.

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Edwina rolled her eyes. "I really don't care what you call him--just don't trust him," Edwina explained, tapping her fingers on the window of the train idly. People tended to be killed when they trusted her uncle, and Edwina wasn't a liar by trade. The three of them would enter Gotham and the three of them would leave Gotham. Anything else was out of the question.

"When the job is near done, he'll try to kill you," Edwina continued, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "And don't let him spray anything on you--it's likely to be toxic gas."

Forcing a grin, though it came out more like a grimace, Edwina watched as Gotham came into view. The train continued to hurtle them along towards the city, seemingly speeding up. With a heavy heart, Edwina waited to see what their fate would end up being. If her uncle didn't kill them, they risked being captured by the Gotham bat.

Though, it gave her an idea...

"And if we run into the bat, follow my lead," Edwina instructed.

Perhaps if her uncle couldn't provide protection from Task Force X, the Gotham Bat could.

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Both of the women nodded as Edwina spoke and instructed them of his behaviors; it was better the Devil they knew than the Devil they didn’t. Barbara grinned at the prospect of meeting the infamous Gotham bat and gave a small snicker. “No way he would look past me and think we’re anything but dangerous,” she said, looking past the scenery as the train continued whizzing by. Soon, they would make their destination and the closer they got to it, the more she could smell the crispy-fresh bills. “Too bad we could never pay him off enough to look the other way. Damn vigilantes.”
Nyt leaned back into the cozy seat and looked at the opposite direction of the Cheetah. Although she managed to grab some form of sleep, the fire inside her was burning yet. The idea of avenging their fallen teammates still nagged at her tired soul and she wished for nothing but silence in her own head. It would be great if I could pull off this job without going crazy, she thought to herself. When the train finally slowed down to a stop, her heart didn’t race as much as she thought it would nor was she as nervous as she was before when Edwina explained his mannerisms. Only time would tell how all of this went.
“ Let’s roll,” she said as soon as the rest of the train-goers piled out, nervously twisting a strand of her shaggy hair.