I was called War

“Normally when people do things for my attention, they end up in Blackgate or Arkham Asylum.” Batman replied, loosening his fists. “Relaxing isn’t my forte.” After a few moments, he sat back in the chair, still eyeing War.

His comment about Blackgate and Arkham just had War shrugging. She was confident that, should she need to, she could break out of either. After all, all they knew about her was that she could control fire. She would keep her other powers secret for a while longer.

“I don’t think you know the gravity of this situation,” Batman said with an irritated tone. “You torched a desk in a police department, now is not the time for jokes.” If what she claimed was true, there was another secret society in Gotham. 

“I need to know everything about Inferno,” He pushed once again, then after a few moments, he clenched his fist slightly. “Now.”

War puffed a lock of wild, red hair out of her face. “Who says I’m joking? I really thought you would be taller. And honestly, this situation wouldn’t be happening if I hadn’t decided you could help me take out the Inferno. I torched the desk to get your attention.”

@nolongerwar:

Batman was given a tip by Commissioner Gordon of an enhanced being in lockup. She was being transferred to interrogation due to ramblings of something called Inferno. The vigilante stalked the hallways of the police department, and entered the interrogation room.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, and examined the young woman in front of him, before he took a seat across from her. “Tell me about Inferno.”

She wouldn’t be in the Gotham police department if she didn’t want to be. War needed a face to face with the Batman and the GCPD was the way to that meeting. So she’d walked into the department, claimed she was part of evil organization called the Inferno, and then used her pyrokinesis to light a desk on fire to get their attention.

War sat in the interrogation room, handcuffed to the table, waiting for Batman to show up. She’d made it clear she wasn’t going to talk to anyone but the Bat. She’d been staring at the wall when he finally walked in.