Ethan planted a tender kiss on Tabitha’s forehead and sighed heavily.
“If it ain’t one thing, it’s another!” she sighed with him.
“I’ll come by after all this is done… is that okay?”
“Of course, it’s okay!” she smiled and hugged him, “The life of a cop…”
“I guess that’s why most of us aren’t married!”
“Hmph! Be safe…”
“Always!” he smiled, gave her a tender kiss on her lips and left. She sighed and went into the bedroom, let down that their night had been cut short, again. Ugh; it’s not fair, she scowled, taking her head wrap off. Of all the people in Gotham City that she could’ve dated, she chose a detective; one that was being hounded by their chief of police to track down The Batman at whatever cost. It made her wish that she could help out…
Instead of going to her dresser, she went into her closet, digging out the only physical evidence she had of her crime-fighting days; her outfit. She started to reminisce about when she would don the suit almost nightly, in hopes of capturing Alpha and the White Hairs. She thought of Peter and silently cursed herself; she had Jamila keep in contact with him instead of herself: she knew that he would only go to Gotham and try to talk her into coming back to New York. She had heard that he was having his hands full, dealing with a symbiotic suit that tried to take him over but ended up taking over the mind and body of another Daily Bugle photographer, Eddie Brock; he was now known as Venom.
The all too familiar sirens of the GCPD stopped her trip down memory lane. She thought about Ethan’s safety and how the chief, Angel Rojas was always breathing down his and his partner’s neck about capturing and unmasking The Batman. As she put her outfit on, she felt a determination that she would help her boyfriend out as much as she could. She would be the one to catch The Batman or at least show that the vigilante wasn’t bad at all. Tying her mask tight, she took a deep breath and did a Lightning Cloud out of her window.
Her exhilarating tour was stopped short as she noticed a commotion in an alleyway. She shuddered; a reminder of her mutant beginnings. Tabitha had passed by numerous alleyways but this one seemed different. She hid in the dark corners and watched as two men fought. She watched in bewilderment as she immediately recognized the first man: The Batman. His suit was grey, highlighted with black trunks, boots and jagged gloves. His hooded cape was black with a dark blue undertone, flowing to the ground; the hood formed around his face, exposing his jawline only and formed in pointed ears on the top of his head. Yeah, that’s a bat, she reminded herself. The other hint was the black bat symbol encased in a golden oval in the middle of his chest. The caped crusader also wore a gold utility belt snugly around his waist. She wondered if he was in the same field of work as she was and made a mental note to ask Bruce if he had any clue who The Batman could be.
The other character kept her attention as well. His skin was pasty, as if he was wearing white clown makeup. His wild, green hair moved like large dreadlocks as he fought back with The Batman, his red eyes and facial expression wild with insanity. She knew that something was wrong with him; he wore no shoes. Just a purple-sleeved straitjacket, blue jeans and black fingerless gloves.
She stayed hidden and watched as The Batman held his own against the Halloween character’s monkey-style of fighting; she had to admit that she was impressed with his fighting style. The tables were turned when he blew some type of green mist, distracting The Batman and went on an all-out assault. She had seen enough of the attack and came out of the shadows, prompting both to look at her. Tabitha tilted her head and smiled.
“Oh, I get it now; a joker!” she realized. He gave her a disappointed look and gave her an over exaggerated bow.
“It’s just ‘Joker’. And… who might you be?” he asked. Her smile widened as she approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Your worst nightmare…” she looked him dead in the eyes and sent a shock through his body. He slightly yelled out in pain, collapsing to the ground. The Batman glanced in slight amusement as she looked and smiled at him.
“Thanks…” he mumbled; another reminder that maybe she should start trying to disguise her own voice: his was low, raspy and definitely unrecognizable.
“The Batman…” she at first winced at her clichéd attempt at a sultry voice. She shrugged in her mind; it was better than nothing! She glanced at Joker, who was still on the ground in pain, “You really had your hands… full…?” she turned and saw that he had disappeared, “A man of little words… very smart…”
The small shock that she had given Joker helped her make the decision to go back to being a super heroine. She actually missed it and had to admit that it was thrilling to have helped The Batman out. The second thing she decided was to retire her first outfit. She enlisted Jamila’s help and the two came up with a simple design: instead of a crop top (she learned the hard way that it wasn’t the best of ideas during the New York winters), she opted for a black long sleeved top made from synthetic fibers. Tabitha ditched her ACU pants for a pair of black leggings made of the same synthetic material; she even redesigned her mask using the same fibers; she liked the way the material felt as well as how it insulated her natural body heat. The choice of color was the professor’s idea; the way Tabitha had described Gotham, she felt that it was a great idea to make her try to blend into her surroundings.
As usual, Tabitha met Bruce for lunch in the Fashion District; the 50’s diner had become her favorite spot: it was where she met Ethan.
“So… I see you’re seeing more and more of the detective…” Bruce gave her a sly look over his cup of coffee. She slightly blushed as she ate her French fries.
“Uh… you do know that we’re dating, right?”
“I know… just teasing you…” he smiled. She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Whatever! We’re seeing as much of each other as GCPD will let us…” she didn’t mean for it to be a joke but he laughed anyway. She had a good point, he thought. With Chief Rojas so adamant about capturing and/or unmasking The Batman, it meant longer hours for his good friend and his partner. He really wished that he could make less appearances but certain situations came up that GCPD definitely couldn’t handle without him.
He was reminded of the close call he received a few nights prior with Joker; had the “electric girl” not shown up, he would’ve fallen prey to his Joker Gas. Another vigilante, he mused. How she conjured up lightning interested him and he wondered if the two would cross paths, again. She was harmless enough… she seemed almost excited to meet him and took care of Joker without even thinking. It was her hair, however, that almost put him in a trance; perfectly white.
He looked at his head electrician and studied her head wrap. Always a t-shirt wrapped around and tied in a tight bun in the back; today’s color was red.
“Tabitha… why do you wear a shirt around your head?” he was really curious. He didn’t have a problem with it; he actually thought it was cute. However, with the mysterious aura that lingered on her, he had to know more about her.
“Oh… it’s a fashion statement in the south. Lots of chicks wear it, saying that it was quicker than fooling with their hair all the time! I figured, what the hell; I ain’t got time to be messing with my hair all the damn time!” she explained in her hard-to-miss, thick southern accent. He just smiled. Her accent was natural; it would’ve been pretty hard to hide it. The electric girl’s voice was sultry, a bit seductive; it wasn’t Tabitha.
“I want to ask you something. I was wondering if you would want to take another important job.” he changed the subject.
“You’re the boss, Mr. Wayne…”
“And, no more of that ‘Mr. Wayne’ stuff! Aren’t we friends?”
“… We are…?”
“You think that these are business lunches?” he laughed, “Anyway… I would like for you to upgrade my security system…”
“I thought that’s what I’ve been doing…”
“… In my home. I want you to work your magic in Wayne Manor.” he clarified. She almost dropped her cup of coffee.
“Seriously? Your work is unbelievable. I don’t know how you’ve done it but you’ve made all of my buildings burglarproof AND unhackable! I’d like for my home to be the same…” he said. She could do nothing but blink a few times at him. It surprisingly warmed her to know that Bruce Wayne trusted her to do her delicate work on his personal system. She smiled.
“You can count on me, Mr. Wa… er… Bruce.”
 This quote has been associated with Batman in some form or fashion for a while. However, he technically doesn’t say this until Batman: The Animated Series, in episode “Pretty Poison”.