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Infinite DC - Birds of Prey: Dark	By : Xygrej Category: DC Verse Comics > Birds Of Prey Views: 5629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Birds of Prey, nor any of the characters from it. Birds of Prey and all related characters belong to DC Comics as do all characters included in this story. I do not own any of them, nor do I profit from this story in any way.

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"...Yeah, this place is better than mine..." Black Canary admitted, in awe of her surroundings.
Having followed Batwoman through the sewer systems, Dinah Lance, Helena Bertinelli, and Rachel Roth had found themselves led to an elevator that took them to a loft in the hills just outside the city, well-concealed in the woodland, and yet still giving a decent view of the harbour. The inside was well-renovated as well, with comfortable living conditions, a crime lab, and a small hole-in-the-wall style gym.
"This WAS a small military training installation during World War II," Batwoman explained. "It was decommissioned in the mid-50's, but was never officially shut down. I believe it HAD an official name, but I've taken to just calling it 'The Attic'."
"If THIS is the attic, I can't wait to see the living room," Huntress joked.
Batwoman rolled her eyes under her cowl, taking a seat at her computer. "I'd already pulled up some files on the increased crime waves in Platinum Flats. We should compare notes."
Dinah looked over at the far wall. There were newspaper clippings pinned to it, all of various mob bosses, super-criminals, politicians, and even a few recognized superheroes. Threads were pinned between several of them, like a web, each coloured differently in a sort of code she was sure Batwoman had memorised.
"...Something you're working on?" Black Canary asked.
"She's either trying to figure out who burnt the recipe for the 32nd flavour at Baskin Robbins, or she's still looking for proof of her little 'Secret Society'," Huntress explained.
Black Canary nodded. She'd heard the rumours for almost a couple of years now, ever since the incident where President Luthor was arrested, the government officially recognized Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman as superheroes, and the old registration acts that led to the downfall of the JSA were torn up that there was some sort of Secret Society of Supervillains operating underground. Of course, few took it seriously, and even her ex-fiancé thought that it was a load of bullshit. Apparently, Batwoman had a different opinion on the matter.
"The Society IS out there, Huntress," the Dark Knightess replied, sounding unamused. "I WILL find them...And for the record, I already know the 32nd flavour at Baskin Robbins."
"Uh-huh, keep telling yoursel-" Helena started to retort before the last thing Batwoman said clicked in her head. "...Wait, seriously?"
Batwoman didn't answer, instead switching on the much bigger computer screen, pulling up a map of Platinum Falls on it. "To be honest, it wasn't just rumours of increased crime that brought me here. A few weeks ago, I'd stumbled upon some information regarding a shipment of stolen chemicals from Wayne Enterprises bound for here."
"Why would they ship it here?" Rachel asked. "I thought Gotham City was on the other side of the country."
The Dark Knightess turned to face Raven. "I didn't know, and that's what bothered me: There was no reason to ship here specifically."
"How'd you come across this information, anyway?" Huntress inquired.
"The old-fashioned way: A bust on some runners for the mob," Batwoman explained. "...Of course, as was usual in Gotham, I wasn't the only one waiting in the wings to catch them..."

The gangster could see the tooth fly out of his own mouth as the black and red-clad Batwoman kicked him in the jaw. He fell to the ground just as his buddy came charging in, swinging a 2x4. This didn't end well for him, as the Dark Knightess simply caught it and punched straight through it, catching him in the face and busting his lip. Grabbing him in a headlock, she quickly threw a smoke pellet at another incoming crook's face, then kicked the headlocked mob-runner down to the ground while his friend breathed in the knock-out gas stored in the pellet, also falling to the ground.
"Hold it, Bat-bitch!" a mobster yelled, holding a gun to Batwoman's head as he'd somehow managed to get behind her in all the 'excitement'. She raised her hands, seemingly in defeat, all the while actually holding a fold-out Batarang in her hand. She never got a chance to use it, though, as the mobster had his gun knocked away by another Batarang, allowing her to swing her head back and catch him in the face with the back of her cowl, breaking his nose. The crook crumpled to the ground unconscious, leaving Batwoman to turn to face the thrower of the Batarang: None other than the Caped Crusader himself, who seemed just as annoyed to see her as she did him.
"I didn't need your help," Batwoman insisted.
"I saw the Batarang," Batman replied, "but I wasn't sure if you could make the throw and walk away without a bullet in the head."
Batwoman scowled. "No faith in others, same as always."
"What would you have done in my place?" Batman asked, to which the Dark Knightess had no answer. "...You came for leads on the stolen Wayne Enterprises chemicals, correct?"
"Same as you, I'd wager," Batwoman suggested, walking over to the thug with the busted lip and hauling him up. "...Well? Out with it, punk."
"O-Okay, okay!" the mob-runner cried, holding up his hands. "It's Platinum Flats, that's where they're shipping it! I-I dunno when exactly, but it's sometime in the next couple of months!"
"Why there?" the Dark Knight inquired as he walked over.
"I-I-I dunno!" the poor goon stammered. "The mob bosses ain't tellin' us anything lately!"
Batwoman turned to Batman, eyes narrowed in annoyance. "...Gosh, I wonder why THAT is..."
Batman huffed, taking the goon and hauling him over to a light post. "Regardless, we have a window of opportunity now."
"Uh-huh," Batwoman remarked, dragging two of the unconscious mobsters over. "And I suppose now you're going to tell me not to act on that information, go home, hang up the cape and cowl, and forget about ever getting involved in one of your operations ever again?"
"Look, I'm not going to pretend we get along like the best of friends," the Caped Crusader said as he tied up the mobsters, "and ever since you became Batwoman and began operating in Gotham, we've been more concerned with each other than criminals."
Batwoman scowled. He was right, mind you. Ever since she'd decided to become a crime-fighter, wearing the mark of the Bat, something only one other person had done while Batman was active, she'd butted heads with Batman constantly. It wasn't that she had a problem with him specifically, though. He was the one who inspired her to do all this. She just couldn't understand why he refused to accept her as a heroine.
"Your point?" the Dark Knightess asked, getting tired of this argument.
Batman sighed, looking her in the eye. "...If I asked you to do something for me, would it help?"

Huntress stared blankly at Batwoman in confusion. "...Wait, Batman asked you do this for him? He trusts you with this?"
"He only asked me to do this because he couldn't afford to leave Gotham," Batwoman replied. "It's less about trusting me to do this than it is him not trusting me to take care of Gotham so HE could do it."
"Still, better than how he treats ME most of the time," Helena muttered. "I can't break up a convenience store robbery without him barking at me to leave."
"...Didn't you almost kill a man?" Black Canary asked, arms folded.
Huntress spun to face the blonde fighter. "HEY, that bastard killed my family! YOU try fighting a man who slaughtered someone close to you and NOT want, even for a second, to end him, even when you KNOW it's wrong!"
Dinah sighed, knowing she'd crossed a line. Helena's family was once among one of the wealthiest Mafia families in Gotham, but they were murdered before her eyes when she was 8 years old in a hit ordered by a rival don. This drove her to, upon reaching adulthood and receiving her family's inheritance, becoming the Huntress and hunting down their killer, Omerta the Silencer, and anyone else connected to the crime. This eventually got Batman's attention, who tried to help her channel her rage, but when Omerta popped up again in Gotham a few months back, she nearly lost control and would've put an arrow between his eyes if Batman wasn't there. Was probably part of the REAL reason she left to come here.
Of course, Hel knew what she'd almost done was wrong, but as she'd put it, Omerta had killed her whole family. Even though they were a Mafia family, criminals like any other, they were her family, and she had to watch as a child as their blood was spilled. And while it was true that some heroes had tragic lives before becoming heroes, not many of them actually had to physically come face-to-face with the one responsible for said tragedy. And try as she might, Dinah just couldn't relate to that. Her father's killer died shortly afterwards, and her mother was a retired ex-superheroine with no real enemies left to seek revenge on her.
"...I'm sorry, Hel," Canary apologised. "I didn't..."
Raven sat on a small couch, sitting cross-legged. "...Regardless of personal reason, I think it's clear why you're all here: The increased crime in Platinum Flats."
"Something you claim your dad is responsible for, right?" Dinah asked, getting a nod. "How is he doing this, exactly?"
Rachel sighed, leaning back. "...As I was starting to tell you before, Trigon has sired many children, but there were seven of us who possessed large portions of his power, specifically the ability to influence one of the seven deadly sins in the hearts of men. He called us 'The Sons of Trigon'."
"...Um, except you're clearly a girl," Huntress pointed out. "How can you be called 'The Sons of Trigon', which FYI, real original name, if one of you is a girl?"
Raven blushed slightly, looking away. "...I'd rather not discuss it at this moment."
"So, you and your half-brothers can control the seven deadly sins," Batwoman piped up, cutting Huntress off from asking further questions that Raven seemed uncomfortable answering. "And I'm going to assume the one we met back there is Wrath. Which one are you?"
"It doesn't matter," Raven answered, shaking her head. "I'm done being my father's pawn. I need to stop what he's doing, and part of that means figuring out why he's targeting this city specifically."
Just as Batwoman was about to inquire further, an alarm went off. Looking back to her computer, she pulled up an image of the sewer system, which showed a couple dozen red blips approaching the elevator to The Attic.
"Dammit," she cursed. "Looks like your brother sent some friends to come looking for us."
"Helena, you were supposed to keep our tail clean!" Black Canary accused.
"There was no one following us!" Huntress insisted. "It was all rats down there!"
Raven's eyes widened as she stood up. "...Did you say rats?"
Huntress gave Rachel an odd look, to which she explained, "My brothers tend to use scouts to hunt down and terminate enemies."
"...But, they're just rats," Helena insisted. "How dangerous could-"
Huntress was cut off as Batwoman brought up a security camera's feed from near the elevator. Sure enough, the blips were rats. Rats that were covered in onyx black fur, about 2 feet long, had 4 foot long tails with sharp hooks on the end, long fangs with some sort of black venom dripping from them, and with the same four red eyes as Jared had.
Helena gulped hard. "...Note to self: Rats are officially the devil incarnate now."

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry this one is pretty much Exposition Theatre, but I felt I needed to get it out of the way. Mind you, there's still plenty of details left untouched, and I'll get to those later on. That said, this does touch up on some events alluded to in other fanfics I've written, so here's the cliffnotes: At some point, there was a Superhero Registration Act that forced the JSA out of service. Occasional costumed vigilantees would emerge from time to time, like Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman, but their activities were uncondoned by the government and treated as being illegal. However, following an attempt by President Luthor to use Bizarro to frame Superman as a villain, Luthor was thrown in prison, and his Vice President, Amanda Waller, was made President in his place, who quickly put an end to the act.
Anyway, check in next time as the gang takes on a small army of demonic rats. Ja né!
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