DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters belong to
Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox.
Helena and Barbara belong to Mike Tollin, Brian Robbins, Joe Davola (Smallville) and Ron Koslow (Beauty and the Beast), Birds of Prey was written and developed for television by Laeta Kalogridis (Lara Croft: Tomb Raider) and is produced by Warner Bros. Television and Tollin/Robbins Productions based on the popular comic books from DC Comics.
The plot as is mine.
New Gotham City shimmered on a warm June night with the glow of city lights casting half shadows everywhere. The young woman walked quickly, her new balance cross trainers barely making a sound on the slightly moist concrete of the sidewalk. She had two more blocks to reach her building as she passed the alley. Faster than thought, at least hers, a cold hand with long sharp nails reached out and pulled her into the shadows. A cold rough hand went over her mouth to stifle her scream and a hungry mouth with sharp fangs swooped swiftly towards her neck to be roughly pulled away just before tasting the lady's sweet nectar.
I had been passing by on my nocturnal tour of the city’s rooftops just as I saw this girl grabbed and pulled into an alley. Wasting no time I leaped down and grabbed his shoulders. With all my strength I flung him across the alley into a wall. I watched expecting him to just crumble after hitting the wall so hard and was not prepared for such swift retaliation. The man appeared to just bounce off the wall completely unaware of how severely damaged he should be.
"Slayer! So this is where the dark one went." He hissed coolly.
"I'm the huntress!" How could he mistake me for something I’ve never heard of?
"If you're not the slayer, then I may yet survive." He launched himself at me so quickly only my instincts saved me as I leaped over his head. I tried trading blows but soon realized they were having little effect.
The frightened girl who had been yanked into the alley had quickly recovered and made a fast escape, an escape that I was quickly beginning to consider for myself. This thing is just too strong, and his face, it’s so grotesque he can’t be human. My speed and agility are the only things saving me. OK, the woman is safe, time to make a quick escape to a rooftop. From what I hoped was a safe vantage point I watched the impossibly strong creature glaring up at me from the alley below.
It quickly decides to leave probably in search of easier prey. His face now looks normal, just like any other person in need of a tan. He’s heading downtown, I think I’ll follow him at a safe distance, just wish I had binoculars.
The creature enters a dark doorway in an old abandoned building. It’s got trap written all over it. I can’t follow him in there. Time for a consult with Oracle, hope she’s still awake.
The clock tower was warm and as quiet as it ever got in the early hours of morning with dawn only a few hours away. My incessant typing into query engines finally brought Barbara from her room.
"What’s got you so obsessed? Find a really good chat room?" I looked up as her chair noiselessly transported her into the data area of the tower.
"No, found something really scary and need to know what it is. The only thing it seems to be afraid of is something called The Slayer." I spoke evenly as I continued to focus on scanning the computer screen.
With these words, Barbara stopped dead still. Her hands fell from the controls of her chair as her now gaping eyes became wide-awake.
"Wha...aaaaattt, did you say?" Barbara’s lower lip quivered.
I started to respond impatiently, and then quickly realized that Barbara had reacted to what I had just said and already knew what I was talking about.
"The Slayer. And I already think you know what the hell it is." I gazed with concern at the shocked expression on Barbara's face.
"But, uhhh, it’s merely a myth. Just vague hints and rumors along with the demons she kills." Barbara's voice was so soft, the near shock of her personal revelation clearly unsettling her.
"Myth..., she..., demons. OK, spill, and I don't care about what you can prove, I want to know everything you know." I’m positive my impatience was clearly evident in my brusque tone but patience is definitely not one of my virtues.
Barbara stared dumbstruck for about 30 seconds, something I had never seen her do before. Then she took in a large breath. "OK, I have no idea the accuracy of what I'm about to tell you, but we'll figure that out later. It sounds like information is definitely necessary right now."
I watch Barbara sit firmly back in her chair and close her eyes for a moment, obviously collecting her thoughts. Then her eyes shot open and pierce me to my very soul.
"In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer. Into each generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen One, one born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil."
Barbara's gaze softened and saddened.
"It's said that there is only one slayer at a time. A new one is only called upon the death of the previous slayer. They are supposed to be called in their early to mid teens and very rarely live past their eighteenth birthday. For some reason, eighteen seems to be a crucial turning point for the Slayers." Barbara hung her head in as if in remembrance of some tragedy.
The room was quiet except for the background hum of electronics that was nearly nonexistent to the modern ear.
I finally stirred from my contemplation as I realized there was someone out there who could help. "What do you know about this creature I fought tonight?"
"It's probably a vampire from your description. I suppose a wooden stake through the heart would kill it, but that's as unconfirmed as the rest of the myth. The big question is what is one doing in New Gotham? And is there only one?" Barbara sighed softly with her question.
"My instincts are screaming that they are like coach roaches. When you see one, there are thousands in hiding. Well hopefully not thousands, but you get my drift." I felt my head drop and I became overwhelmed by the immensity of the potential problem. I shook it off as I realized that I wasn’t totally helpless.
"I'm not as strong as they are, but my speed and agility enabled me to hold my own with one of them. I just need to learn how to fight and kill them. And it sounds like this Slayer is the perfect teacher. Where do I find her? You did say her, right?"
Barbara smiled wanly at her young protégé. "Yes, she, the Slayer is always a woman. Something about the power being so tempting to abuse, only a woman could be trusted with the responsibility but I think the real reason is unknown."
"So, where do I find this mythical warrior?" I asked hoping she would have the answer.
"Someplace called the Hell mouth. I don't have any better information than that." Barbara barely whispered.