Earth's weather was just as strange as the rest of the planet to Rahn. The rain was like an ocean thrown from the sky. It crashed onto the ground, splattering off the sidewalks, and forming instant rivers that raced along the gutters and overwhelmed the drains. It was an avalanche of water that threatened to drown the world... and no one seemed to mind.

Every now and then there was a thunderous bang that echoed through the sky, and lightening that would strike through the air. The first time she experienced it Rahn had thought the world was coming to an end... apparently, though, it was quite common on this planet.

The inhabitants, 'humans' as they called themselves, were just as unpredictable. Despite the fact that crime had decreased tenfold in Gotham, there were still those select few stupid enough to continue. She had expected all crime to come to a complete halt, but these people didn't work logically, they only ever acted through their emotions.

"For what crimes are you guilty?" Rahn repeated the overly rehearsed line for the fifth time, hand held tightly onto a thugs shirt collar. She had lifted him into the air, and now he was dangling at a height that would surely prove fatal if she were to let him go.

"I-I..." The criminal stuttered, eyes glued to the ground below him. "I can't remember."

"How unfortunate for you." Rahn snickered. "If you will not admit and clearly state your crimes I will be forced to make my own judgement... and I always choose death."

The criminal's hazel eyes widened and he struggled more than ever to get away. Rahn, with a somewhat amused smirk, uncurled one finger from his collar. He dropped only an inch or two, but it was enough to shoot both terror and realisation through him. Finally, both hands grabbed onto her wrist in an attempt to stop himself from falling.

"O-Okay!" He cried. "I-I'll tell you!"

"I suggest haste. I'm not a patient woman."

"I-I... uhh... I stole something once." He gasped through her grip.

"When?"

"A few months ago! But that's it, I swear!"

Rahn stared at the man with a blank expression, not giving away even the slightest hint of emotion. "What did you steal?"

"J-Just... Just some food from a nearby grocery." He stuttered. "I was broke, and my children were hungry... That's all."

At this the woman's eyes narrowed and her teeth bared in a silent growl. "You are lying, James Pent."

James' gaze turned quickly to fright once more as she lifted him higher into the sky. "How do you know my-"

"Your records say that you have been involved in at least fifteen bank robberies in your lifetime, and just last week you beat a civilian half to death for his petty cash."

"If you knew then why did you ask?!" He yelled at her in a split second of bravery.

Rahn's menacing face shadowed over his and she replied simply "I wanted to see if you were a good liar."

With that, she dropped him from the sky and a scream of terror like non she'd ever heard tore through his lungs. His entire body was jolting and flailing, hands reaching up to her as if he thought by doing so he could somehow obtain safety. He passed out before the ground came too close, and thankfully so, because Rahn was suddenly waiting for him on the ground. She caught him with ease, his sufficiently heavy form seeming to have no effect or strain on her.

James was taken to he police station like that, completely unconscious but without even a mark on him. The ones captured by Batman couldn't say the same...

"Here is another delinquent from your wanted list." Rahn declared, placing him on an officer's desk like some hunter's prize. "Are there any others in need of capturing?"

The cops in the room stared at her in surprise. No matter how many times she stormed in there with another criminal, they could never get use to it.

"Uhh... W-Well there's one that escaped from Arkham not too long ago." A police woman managed to stutter out, securing her hat ontop of her curly hair just before it fell off. "Dr Jonathan Crane, goes by the name 'Scarecrow'."

Rahn nodded her understanding and hovered a few feet from the floor. "I shall procure him within the hour."

It was, admittedly, a little self-indulgent to promise to find him so quickly. Thankfully there were a significant amount of witnesses to his escape, and the direction he had gone in. It took less than twenty minutes for her to find him, but when she did there was someone else there as well.

On the ground, coughing and swatting at the air, was Batman. Around him floated an ominous green mist that seemed to choke his senses away.

"Don't come any closer!" He growled to Rahn as he fought off the fog's effects. "It's... fear gas."

Another plume of the stuff was shot into the air, lingering in Rahn's direction. Cluelessly, the girl didn't move even when the metallic smell filled her nose.

There was a laugh that seemed to come from nowhere, but through the murky air she could clearly see the figure of Jonathan Crane. The gas, though potent in smell, seemed to have no effect on her. Likely because it was made for humans, and she was far from that.

"A new subject..." Jonathan's voice echoed through the room. "Tell me girl, what are you afraid of?"

In his giddy delusion, Scarecrow failed to see her hand reach through the gas. Nor did he manage to register that she had yanked him into common view until it was too late.

"I fear nothing." She hissed.

The man gulped and Rahn's expression sharpened at the man. He was much more scrawny than she had expected... It was hard to believe someone like him had broken out of Arkham Asylum with no assistance.

"Is this toxin still effecting you, Manbat?"

Bruce would have been irritated by her error... that is if he wasn't battling his own psyche. "I've... dealt with it before." He grunted out, trying to ignore the gruesome images plaguing his vision.

Rahn nodded her understanding but it was doubtful that Batman had seen it. Then in the flash of a second she was gone, and Scarecrow with her.

It would have been easier to say that she never returned. That she'd left him there and went in pursuit of her own glory... that wasn't the case though. After throwing Jonathan Crane into a cell and informing the guards of his presence, she had returned.

The fear toxin had only just started to clear, and with it Bruce's mind became less fuzzy. He could see Rahn now without nightmarish visions, and he could fight off the lingering torment.

"Where did you take him?" Batman asked through gritted teeth. He looked angry, almost like he had already made assumptions on her actions.

"He is back at Arkham." She answered bluntly. "He was the easiest criminal yet. Why did you not apprehend him? What was that gaseous substance?"

Bruce grunted his response, refusing to vocalise an answer. He was becoming even more agitated with her meddling by the minute, and he wasn't willing to divulge any more information to her. Instead, he forced himself back to a complete standing position and walked passed her, bumping her shoulder on the way. She didn't move an inch when he did this and it seemed like she hadn't felt it at all.

"You called it 'fear gas'." She continued, obviously unfazed by his hostility. "Is it possible that this toxin is something all humans fear?"

"No." Batman spat out in a way that would suggest to most people to stop speaking... not to her though.

"It is strange... I have read almost every book on your Earth history and on your current events, I have also dug through all possible files about Earth's weapons and criminals, but I have never come across even a mention of this substance."

"There are some things you can't learn from books." He replied in pure irritation. It was safe to assume that this would only initiate more bothersome questions from the alien... but it didn't. At least not ones that she said out loud

When Batman attempted to leave again he wasn't barraged by her curiosities, she just let him go. The main reason was because she was too lost in thought to stop him.

If books were the 'human' way of storing information, then why wasn't there a book on all the things not found in books? It was puzzling to her that any important aspects of their people would be left out, and even more so that this 'Bruce' character somehow knew what was absent in their texts.

Rahn was more than a little unsure on how she should react to this. She was tasked to learn all she could about Earth and its people, and now she was aware that there was more to learn from a singular person than in the hundreds of books she'd already memorised.

Nevertheless, this made Bruce a person of interest. She would have to study him, and hopefully earn his trust so that he would finally divulge what she was missing about the people of Earth.

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