Brenda Wayne-Gordon's Gotham

Ras stealthily crept down the side of the Wayne mansion, his eyes bright as he went to a window and lowered himself down, peering upside down into the room beyond. Nodding when he saw his prey, he waited.

For a moment he watched her, struggling to live, ready to die, and shook his head. He'd saved her once, and now it was time to do so again. It was time for her to reach her full potential, and he'd be the one to help her do it.

With a crash he burst through the window, standing upright and barely blinking as some old lady screamed and jumped up, going for her purse.

The sound died on her lips as he calmly smacked her unconscious, then went over to the bed.

"My darling," he murmured, stroking Brenda's hair and gazing at her for a moment. Then he nodded and disconected her from the monitors, picking her up gently and firmly, and then was gone into the night.