Bruce had never been a fan of aliens. They were an unknown. An unpredictable threat. He saw his friendship with the Kryptonian Kal-El as an exception to these rules, and the only one that he was willing to accept. So, when an alien vessel crashes in...
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Earth's weather was just as strange as the rest of the planet to Rahn. The rain was like an ocean thrown from the sky. It crashed onto the ground, splattering off the sidewalks, and forming instant rivers that raced along the gutters and overwhelmed the drains. It was an avalanche of water that threatened to drown the world... and no one seemed to mind.
Every now and then there was a thunderous bang that echoed through the sky, and lightening that would strike through the air. The first time she experienced it Rahn had thought the world was coming to an end... apparently, though, it was quite common on this planet.
The inhabitants, 'humans' as they called themselves, were just as unpredictable. Despite the fact that crime had decreased tenfold in Gotham, there were still those select few stupid enough to continue. She had expected all crime to come to a complete halt, but these people didn't work logically, they only ever acted through their emotions.
"For what crimes are you guilty?" Rahn repeated the overly rehearsed line for the fifth time, hand held tightly onto a thugs shirt collar. She had lifted him into the air, and now he was dangling at a height that would surely prove fatal if she were to let him go.
"I-I..." The criminal stuttered, eyes glued to the ground below him. "I can't remember."
"How unfortunate for you." Rahn snickered. "If you will not admit and clearly state your crimes I will be forced to make my own judgement... and I always choose death."
The criminal's hazel eyes widened and he struggled more than ever to get away. Rahn, with a somewhat amused smirk, uncurled one finger from his collar. He dropped only an inch or two, but it was enough to shoot both terror and realisation through him. Finally, both hands grabbed onto her wrist in an attempt to stop himself from falling.
"O-Okay!" He cried. "I-I'll tell you!"
"I suggest haste. I'm not a patient woman."
"I-I... uhh... I stole something once." He gasped through her grip.
"When?"
"A few months ago! But that's it, I swear!"
Rahn stared at the man with a blank expression, not giving away even the slightest hint of emotion. "What did you steal?"
"J-Just... Just some food from a nearby grocery." He stuttered. "I was broke, and my children were hungry... That's all."
At this the woman's eyes narrowed and her teeth bared in a silent growl. "You are lying, James Pent."
James' gaze turned quickly to fright once more as she lifted him higher into the sky. "How do you know my-"
"Your records say that you have been involved in at least fifteen bank robberies in your lifetime, and just last week you beat a civilian half to death for his petty cash."
