If cities could have little sisters, this would be Gotham's.
Stephanie wasn't here for it's resident guardian angel in blue. At least, not right now. If all things went well, he wouldn't even have to know she was here.
No, this trip was a long time coming.
Like many of the people… affected… by her mishap when she lost the first legacy mantle she collected, her target eventually relocated out here.
The intel (cass) was good on where to find her mark, but she was, for lack of better word, scared.
She didn't know what to expect from what was about to happen. All she knew was that Cassandra respected her, and how dangerous Onyx was.
Sure, she had faced league of assassin members before, but if Onyx came at her, well, she would deserve it, in all honesty.
Movement snapped her from sinking too much further down that dark mental trail. The warehouse door across for her crashing off its hinges, bodies cascading out under the floodlights of the shipping yards Blüdhaven built itself on.
Straightening herself slightly, ready to launch into action should the situation call for it, her alertness was unwarranted.
Striding through the open door frame, casually dusting off her hands and looking over the unmoving bodies, stood Onyx. Sinking to start tossing the pockets, Batgirl made her approach, with notice.
"That was smooth as hell…"
'THAT wasn't though, Steph. Great open. Why not just ask her to punch you in the throat immediately.'
Without looking up, the assassin kept going about her business.
"I had heard there was a new Batgirl now. Didn't think it would be you." "In all honesty, neither did I. She just… handed me the suit, said 'I'm out, you're it', so…" Straightening up, and closing the space between them, narrowing her eyes, examining the visible eyes of the blonde bat, Onyx with her hands on her hips, Stephanie's by her sides.
"Right. So spit it out. What do you want."
Unable to hold her gaze, eyes flicking to her cheek instead, head lowering slightly, Steph sighed softed.
"Straight to the point, huh? I've apologized to almost everyone, except you. About Orpheu–"
Blinking at the sharp strike to her face, her hands still by her side, Steph raised her eyes to meet Onyx's gaze again.
"If you came searching for forgiveness, you're looking in the wrong place, little bat. We all have to deal with the blood on our hands. I think someone knew you'd be looking for a way, and gave you the answer."
Tapping a finger to the golden symbol across Steph's chest, Onyx gave a pointed look. ’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’template credit.