-From your POV-

I had given the directions to the driver and hopped in the back of the vehicle with the other three henchmen. I closed the doors behind me and the vehicle started moving. They were already suited up and armed completely, helmets and all, but I hadn't gotten changed yet. One of them passed me the folded suit with the helmet sitting on top. I took it from him and began kicking my shoes off to get dressed. I stood up in the middle of the space and began unzipping the bodysuit. I couldn't see their faces through the helmets, but I could tell they were facing me. I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on we all know I'm banging Joker he'll kill you." I say. Almost immediately, they snap their heads to the other side of the space, looking away from me. I smile and resume stripping so I can get in the suit.

"Gun." I call out as I finish strapping on the boot of the suit. One of them pulls out an assault rifle and hands it to me, head still facing the other direction. "You morons, I'm obviously done." I say. They slowly turn their heads back to normal. I pull the gloves on tighter and then notice something written on them. In bold and cursive lettering was the name 'Overkill' embroidered in a deep blue thread color on both gloves. I smiled. He did have a thing for custom items. Hence all his custom tailored purple suits. I finished sliding the gloves on then popped the helmet on my head before sitting down on one of the benches.

The vehicle stopped and the engine turned off, so I got up first, swinging the doors open and hopping down. The three goons follow my lead. We're out in front of the mayor's office so all the random pedestrians on the street were screaming and avoiding us but I didn't care. I wasn't there for them. I continued walking on into the mayor's building and headed straight into his office, ignoring the secretary.

I swung the door open, still masked, and the mayor flinches and my father (who was standing in the corner) pulled his weapons. I stepped in the room and shrugged my arms, lightly throwing them up in surrender. "This is how you say hello?" I say before pulling my helmet off. My father smiles and slides his guns back in the holsters. I chuckle and then set my helmet down on one of the tables in the office.

"What brings you to Gotham, kid?" he asks as he examines me closely.

"Gotta new business partner." I say before looking over his shoulder at the mayor. "A moment with my father please, Mr.Mayor?" I ask in a light tone but with a deep glare, intimidating him enough that he leaves his own office.

"Business partner?" he asks.

"I'll give you a hint." I tilt my head down and draw my top lip up into a snarl and twist my eyebrows to form a scowl. "'You'll have to excuse me, I have a condition.'" I say following a cackle. My father's jaw drops slightly in shock.

"No way. World class assassin and Ronald McDonald, huh?" he asks me.

"Mhm. I'm brains and he's brawn. " I say as I motion towards the suits and guns that were provided by him. "Oh, and he was the one that busted me out of the pen down in DC." I throw in there.

"Interesting. Glad to see I happen to be a father to one of the smartest masterminds in the world." he says proudly. I smile at his words.

"Well, you know how being on the FBI's most wanted goes so I can't stick around too much longer. But come around to his club tonight, yeah? 10 PM and you can meet the clown himself!" I throw in. He nods.

"If the boss doesn't have me playing bounty hunter, consider it done." he reaches into his pocket. "My card." it's a small black business card with only a phone number and the letters VZ on it. I smile and stick my hand out and he shakes it. I was never one for hugs. I slide the helmet back on and turn around. "Overkill, huh?" he says. I shrug my eyebrows inside the helmet and turn around. "Written on your back." he says. Oh God. Dammit J! I quickly turn around and start running back to the vehicle.

All of us had jumped into the vehicle and were closing the doors as the engine revved to life when I saw the flash of an overpriced glorified motorcycle sweep around the corner, followed by a black cape. "FUCK, ME!" I yell out in frustration as I pull one of the doors all the way shut. I quickly make sure the gun in my hand was loaded and use the but of it to bang on the other wall of the space, signaling for the driver to pick up the pace. He starts driving faster but not before the vehicle door swings open. I'm now standing in the back of the moving armored truck, looking at the Bat himself. Goddamn grappling hooks. I pull my gun up and do what I do best. I fired off a couple shots that landed in the right side of his chest, making sure to purposely miss his heart. I knew for whatever reason J wanted to keep him alive, so I did just that. Whatever armor he was wearing was plated and deflected bullets except for the seams. One of my bullets made it to the seams though, causing him to wince and grab for it.

Before I knew it, he jumped from his stupid bat bike into the back of the vehicle. I used the butt of the gun to hit him in the nose, causing him to stumble back and then swing at me a couple times, but I dodged each one. I remembered I had tucked a baby dagger on my right thigh so I pulled it out and planted in right in his chest, causing him to stumble back again. "We have got to stop meeting like this! If you want to ask me out, then just do it, silly!" I ask before kicking him straight in the chest with my right foot, causing him to fall out of the vehicle. I use another dagger to reach out and slice the grappling line off the back of the vehicle, causing the Bat to finally get lost and allowing me to pull the door closed. I sat down on one of the benches and took my helmet off. "If I lose one more damn mini-dagger to that fanged freak." I scoff as I roll my eyes.

We pull back up to J's mansion and we hop out. I walk inside and pull my helmet off. As I turn down the hallway to make it to my room, I see J walking from the other side of it. He smiles at me. "Like it? I had it customized." he hums. I let out a sigh.

"Yes, I know. So did the Bat." I say. He lets out a chuckle.

"Batsy visited you?!" he asks.

"Yes! Obviously!" I snap at him.

"So do you not like it?" his expression of excitement and amusement turns into confusion. I sigh and look down at the ground before I look back at him.

"Honestly? I love it. But logically, the feds and Batman are hunting Overkill. I can't walk around parading it. You seem to enjoy the chase but it pisses me off after awhile." I explain. He thinks for a minute before taking another step near me, sliding his hands over the shoulders of the suit.

"They're looking for Overkill, huh? Easy solution: introduce Gotham to a new persona." he smiles at me.

"Hm. You might be onto something, J." I say with a small grin. We just sit there, looking at each others eyes and smiling like fools. I know what'll happen if we don't stop it. I break the gaze and then start heading into my room. "Magenta." I say before I turn back around one more time to face him. "That's my favorite color, after black of course, so I want everything customized. I'll design a new wardrobe for it, have the Tesla painted, and introduce Magenta to Gotham." I say confidently. The smile on his face widens.

Magenta was about to be born.