Something I thought of a while back and never got around to writing out until now.
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It was a brisk November day that found Sylia Stingray standing in front of a massive pair of wrought iron gates, as her car idled beside her, wondering if
she was about to do something foolish.
Years after the death of her father, after the shock of the data he had posthumously sent to her, she had found herself with a single purpose, a mission:
thwart GENOM, the company that had profited from his work and had murdered him for it. The crimes the company had committed afterwards with her father's
legacy, and gotten away with, fueled her resolve. She would fight back, but how? GENOM was enormous, growing with each passing year. She had no combat skills
to fight the ever growing threat of rogue boomers the police could barely handle, and she certainly could not attack the company from either a financial or
legal direction, no matter the how much money she had or how much evidence pointed at them. At times it seemed like going against the company would be futile
and the unbearable pressure became too much.
She escaped by going to university in the United States; although GENOM's influence was worldwide, it was mostly felt in Japan and in the US Sylia at
least felt some relief as she attended her courses and thought about her future, revenge and justice never far from her mind.
It was there that she first heard the story.
It was ridiculous, a tall tale, some joke cooked up by a bored student. There was no chance anyone actually did things like that. But it resonated so
closely to what Sylia wanted, so she began to research it when a thought occurred to her. A completely outlandish, foolhardy, potentially dangerous idea.
But if she could do it…
So in between studying and lab experiments she collated and analyzed every scrap of relevant information she could find, pulling together police reports and
newspaper articles, eyewitness accounts and rumors, sifting them all through her brilliant mind and picking out the most important parts, putting all together
into a giant mental tapestry. And one day she found her answer. She was not a hundred percent certain, but the evidence all pointed to her conclusion.
Which brought her here today, standing in front of the gates, a cool breeze ruffling her hair. Sylia went over everything in her head. She needed training,
in both combat and in secrecy, maintaining a public façade while putting together a covert group of vigilantes to go up against GENOM. Obtaining team mates
later could potentially be useful, but for the moment she needed all the necessary qualities to run such an operation…
…and she was standing in front of the home of the person who could train her in everything she would need.
She had already made an appointment, and although she had not made her true intentions known, she did have a legitimate reason for seeing him; his company
was a leader in the American technology sector. Steeling herself, and hoping that all of her research had not been for naught, Sylia rang the buzzer on the
intercom.
A few moments later a stately, vaguely British accented voice answered, "Yes?"
Sylia took a moment to compose herself. "This is Sylia Stingray, I believe I have appointment today."
"Ah yes, you are just on time. Allow me to open the gates for you and I will inform Master Wayne of your presence."
"Thank you."
The giant gates rumbled open and Sylia got into her car. As she drove up the long driveway of Wayne Manor, she thought to herself, Well, I'm in.
I just hope I can convince Batman to instruct me in how to be a vigilante.
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It was a brisk November day that found Sylia Stingray standing in front of a massive pair of wrought iron gates, as her car idled beside her, wondering if
she was about to do something foolish.
Years after the death of her father, after the shock of the data he had posthumously sent to her, she had found herself with a single purpose, a mission:
thwart GENOM, the company that had profited from his work and had murdered him for it. The crimes the company had committed afterwards with her father's
legacy, and gotten away with, fueled her resolve. She would fight back, but how? GENOM was enormous, growing with each passing year. She had no combat skills
to fight the ever growing threat of rogue boomers the police could barely handle, and she certainly could not attack the company from either a financial or
legal direction, no matter the how much money she had or how much evidence pointed at them. At times it seemed like going against the company would be futile
and the unbearable pressure became too much.
She escaped by going to university in the United States; although GENOM's influence was worldwide, it was mostly felt in Japan and in the US Sylia at
least felt some relief as she attended her courses and thought about her future, revenge and justice never far from her mind.
It was there that she first heard the story.
It was ridiculous, a tall tale, some joke cooked up by a bored student. There was no chance anyone actually did things like that. But it resonated so
closely to what Sylia wanted, so she began to research it when a thought occurred to her. A completely outlandish, foolhardy, potentially dangerous idea.
But if she could do it…
So in between studying and lab experiments she collated and analyzed every scrap of relevant information she could find, pulling together police reports and
newspaper articles, eyewitness accounts and rumors, sifting them all through her brilliant mind and picking out the most important parts, putting all together
into a giant mental tapestry. And one day she found her answer. She was not a hundred percent certain, but the evidence all pointed to her conclusion.
Which brought her here today, standing in front of the gates, a cool breeze ruffling her hair. Sylia went over everything in her head. She needed training,
in both combat and in secrecy, maintaining a public façade while putting together a covert group of vigilantes to go up against GENOM. Obtaining team mates
later could potentially be useful, but for the moment she needed all the necessary qualities to run such an operation…
…and she was standing in front of the home of the person who could train her in everything she would need.
She had already made an appointment, and although she had not made her true intentions known, she did have a legitimate reason for seeing him; his company
was a leader in the American technology sector. Steeling herself, and hoping that all of her research had not been for naught, Sylia rang the buzzer on the
intercom.
A few moments later a stately, vaguely British accented voice answered, "Yes?"
Sylia took a moment to compose herself. "This is Sylia Stingray, I believe I have appointment today."
"Ah yes, you are just on time. Allow me to open the gates for you and I will inform Master Wayne of your presence."
"Thank you."
The giant gates rumbled open and Sylia got into her car. As she drove up the long driveway of Wayne Manor, she thought to herself, Well, I'm in.
I just hope I can convince Batman to instruct me in how to be a vigilante.