Batgirl

Gotham had never been one for mysterious disappearances. In truth, when people vanished, it was just accredited to one of the many super villains, gangs, murderers that lived within the dark city streets. One of the worst places to live, Gotham was, surprisingly, still an economic and thriving powerhouse in the world... and it was not without its protectors.

Barbara Gordon, known as Bat Girl, sat atop one of the many tall buildings located in the sprawl of slums of Gotham City. The tight fitting, seemingly latex city clung to her every curve, the dark coloration blending well in the nightlife. Upon her impressive chest an insignia of a golden bat lay, while around her peach shaped rump a seemingly brightly colored utility belt clung to her shapely hips. Many men envied the decorations, for Barbara Gordon had super model good looks, with long, flowing red hair. Strangely, the black and gold seemed to fit, perhaps due to lighting, or perhaps due to distraction caused by the nearly second skin like body suit she wore. But she didn't dwell on such things, not that night.

Batgirl was not after the batman family usual rogue's gallery tonight. At least, she didn't think so. Street gangs, transients, and the lower level of Gotham society had begun to vanish. But this wasn't new. It was the way it happened, and that the victims were specific. Namely, women. Producing a grappling hook, Batgirl began her investigation. Into the streets she went... the question was, what would she find?