we are the children of arkham
It was the subtle alarm that flashed through her earpiece that alerted her to trouble, and Vicki stilled for a moment, her eyes narrowing behind her mask. Could it be the Bat? But no. She was doing good work, the sort of thing that the Batman would likely approve of, even if he wasn't the same Child that he likely had been in her world (because there had been no doubt in her mind, not after she had glanced at him and seen the stark lines, the vicious methods, something so akin to her own methods). But then, even if it were the Bat, he likely would not take kindly to her Children, if past history was any indication. She hesitated a moment longer, toying with the plans, before she nodded to her lieutenants. "Clear out," she instructed simply. "I'll deal with this."
Her hand tightened on her staff as she turned on her heel, flexing the fingers of her free hand and tapping her boots against the stone side of the railing to check that the things were properly outfitted for a spar with the Bat. She could keep up with him, sure, but she had to strain through some of the motions, even with her gear designed to enhance her capabilities, and bouts with him had always left her sore afterwards, albeit pleasantly so in the morning, when she woke with the marks of their fight blossoming across her skin as though remnants of another kind of fight. She jumped over the side of the last landing to the staircase, landing heavily with the thump of metal on concrete, and moved swiftly, her thumb flicking off the safety to her staff, which prompted it to hum slightly in her hand, comforting, as she came through to the other area of the warehouse where the Children of Arkham had gathered to discuss and sort through some of their resources to distribute to those within the ranks who had need of them.
Except that this.... was not Batman. It drew her up short when she saw the figure with the flaming skull, and her eyes widened behind the mask before she clenched her hand tightly. She could not afford to hesitate. The people in power never did when they threatened her Children. "You are trespassing," she stated as she stepped out, the modulator of her mask disguising her voice as completely as it always did. "You're not welcome here. Leave."