Rather well

The two girls moved through the water of the river with ease. It was easy with their new bodies despite the obstacles in their way. As bodies weren't the only thing tossed in the river. At one point they had to swim around a huge truck. That from what little of its last paint job remained had belonged to the Joker before it became salvage in the Gotham River.

They kept going gathering bodies that were at the bottom of the Gotham river. It was full of them at the moment; the recent quick and bloody gang war was causing a surge in body dumping. They put all the bodies behind the large Joker truck. Using it as a kind of breaker to prevent the current from carrying the bodies they had gathered further downstream from where they had left them.

They gathered in silence, neither newly reborn shark girl talking to the other. As both were consumed with their task and what had happened to them. They had died, their bodies tossed into the river like yesterday's garbage. Then their kind and powerful master had brought them back and gave them a second chance at life.

Diana Turner, the shorter of the two newly born shark women, remembered what had happened to her with rage. She had been an escort for years. She was a shorter girl with an hourglass body and beautiful black hair with beautiful green eyes. She'd gone on dates with men and women. Not caring about gender and just being that gentle girl that was hired because the customer wanted someone to listen to them and be kind to them in a way that was rather hard to pull off without seeming fake.

She had done it effortlessly because she was just that kind of girl. That one was always happy to be the one others wanted to be there for them on one special night. It all went wrong; one of her regulars decided she needed more. An argument happened as she made a clear line that, well, she was more than happy to help to be a shoulder to cry on and someone to talk to without judgment; she wasn't going to be owned by a customer. Her lesbian client did not take that well and struck her across the face.

The **** of it **** her back and tripped her up; she fell, feeling her head hitting something hard and no more. Her rage wasn't over her ****. It was clearly an accident; no, it was because of the treatment of her afterward. She hadn't woken up in some secret grave made with love and care. No, she woke up as garbage at the bottom of Gotham River. That level of disrespect to her body made her very angry. She had many ideas in her head about what would happen to her former client if Master allowed it.

Her ideas involved teeth just not in the way her old clients would have liked. As Diana Turner thought on bloody vengeance while diligently gathering the bodies. Her comrade in the slowly forming shark-girl army was thinking as well on what had brought her where she had just been another corpse rotting at the bottom of the Gotham river.

Her name was Jéssica Hobbs, a tall, fit, Black girl with short black hair and deep blue eyes. She had been a female boxer that was making a name for herself in Gotham, working her way through bar rings to one day get to the big leagues. At one of her better matches a rather handsome man had flirted with her and managed to get her number. They had talked for a while and then decided to finally go on a date. The dinner had been nice, not so much what happened after.

He guided her down an alleyway, thinking that they were just going through as a shortcut. She never saw the knife coming; his hand prevented her from screaming at the first few stabs. He let go after that; she didn't have the strength to scream not too long after he went to town on her. A few dozen stabs later she was very dead, her last thoughts of cold and pain.

She looked down at her new shark body as she was dragging the latest corpse. There was no sign of her dress; she was in her underwear that was torn and nearly holding on. She looked to the angry short stack next to her and noticed she was in the same situation. A spark of anger went through her at why they were like that. It was a form of cover-up; it was supposed to be that they would appear to be easy prostitutes if their bodies were found.

So the hope would be the cops would be looking for non-existent pimps instead of their actual killers. Just one more indignity to add onto all the others. Well, it was a new round, and she wagered to see how well her new body did in round two. The two girls were brought to their thoughts for vengeance as the first shipment of magical tartar sauce came towards them. They both gathered up the tartar sauce and brought it towards the bodies, eager to fulfill their orders and grow the shark girl army.