| New Gotham Nights - Huntress' Mix
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| Abandonment - Bif Naked
Well you packed me away in the trunk of your car.
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Abandonment by Jenn Moffatt aka goth_huntress Huntress watched from the shadows as the large caped figure of her father sprang from the spire of the New Gotham Cathedral, and glided towards the shadows of the inner city. She felt her muscles tense, and forced herself to relax. This was a game of tag; she never expected to be able to play. She was the Huntress, and the Batman was her prey. Years of betrayal and rage fueled the fire in her gut, making her gnash her teeth at the very sight of the Caped Crusader. ***************************** He was supposed to be her father. He was supposed to love her and take care of her now that her mother was dead and buried. But he had failed her again and again. She’d started out towing the line, doing everything she could to be the perfect little girl even though her heart had been torn out and left bleeding in the gutter next to the murder weapon. He’d been unable to be a father to her then when she’d been so wracked with grief that she’d started stealing things just to feel alive, just to get his attention. Then came the night when he’d gone into his study, and she’d never seen him leave from her perch on the stairs. He and his “son” Dick Grayson had been in there for hours, and she’d watched until Alfred opened the doors. She hadn’t been able to see neither her father nor Dick, and after a good long wait Alfred seemed to have been swallowed up by the room too. She’d finally given up, walking on cat silent feet through the aging manor, and popped open the locked door with a quick twist of a hairpin, just like Selina had taught her. The study was empty. She looked around, picking up this and that, then investigated the piano. It was old and sounded out of tune. She could see fingerprints on a few of the keys more than others, and picked out the tune they played. It was then she got the surprise of her life when a door opened behind the grandfather clock. Curiosity was something bred into her from both of her parents; only back then she only thought it was the cat parts of her, so she quickly made her way down the twisting stairs deep under Wayne Manor. The sounds of the water fall mingled with the cries of bats made her even more curious as she padded along silently. She could see lights down below, and hear the sound of voices, including her father’s. “You bastard!” she screamed at him from the darkness when she saw the fall of his long black cape, the gloved hands and the cowl covering his head. She leapt from the top of the steps, throwing herself at her father, her hands pounding on his armor covered chest. He didn’t try to stop her. He just let her beat on him until she was out of breath. “You’re the fucking Batman, and you let my mother die! I hate you! I hate you!” ********************** “Hi dad,” she purred as she stepped up behind him. She wondered if he could smell the poison she’d gotten from Cheshire under her nails. Would he let her get close enough to scratch him? It would only take one good scratch. Cheshire had promised that all she had to do was draw blood. What would the mercenary have thought if she’d known that Huntress was going to do it to kill her father? He hadn’t let her get this close since that time in the cave, so very long ago. “So looks like we’re going to have to share New Gotham. Do you want to flip a coin over who gets which neighborhoods?”
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Spear & Magic Helmet - The Gits aka Evil StigNow I've heard it all, the way you built your
reputation You jumped her from behind What could be going through your mind Then you raped her, you left her in the alley way
'Cause I'm coming after you you're nothing but a
filthy scum How could you stand it in his place Now you've heard it all leave it to your own
discretion 'Cause I'm coming after you you're nothing but a
filthy scum What could be going through your mind?
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| Hit Me With Your Best Shot - Pat Benatar Well you're the real tough cookie
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| Fighter
- Christina Aguilera After all you put me through You'd think I despise you But in the end, I wanna thank you 'Cause you make me that much stronger When I, thought I knew you Thinking that you were true I guess I, I couldn't trust Called your bluff, time is up 'Cause I've had enough You were, there by my side Always down for the ride But your, joy ride just came down in flames 'Cause your greed sold me out of shame After all of the stealing and cheating You probably think that I hold resentment for you But, oh no, you're wrong 'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through So I wanna say thank you 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter Never saw it coming All of your backstabbing Just so you could cash in On a good thing before I realized your game I heard you're going round Playing the victim now But don't even begin Feeling I'm the one to blame 'Cause you dug your own grave After all of the fights and the lies Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore No more, oh no, it's over 'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture I wouldn't know how to be this way now And never back down So I wanna say thank you 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder Makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker It makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter How could this man I thought I knew Turn out to be unjust, so cruel Could only see the good in you Pretended not to see the truth You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself Through living in denial But in the end you'll see You won't stop me I am a fighter and I I ain't goin' stop There is no turning back I've had enough 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter Thought I would forget But I remember I remember I'll remember, I'll remember Thought I would forget But I remember I remember I'll remember, I'll remember 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter |
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| Violence - Bif Naked
smiley, little baby snuggled in her mommy's
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| Cat People (Putting Out Fire) - David Bowie See these eyes so green Trying to Make Me - Lennon
Verse:
Are you sleeping, I wish I was Are you dreaming, of someone to love Do you know what I'm thinking but I guess you don't Cause you'd have to be around to hear my thoughts Chorus: Tomorrow's another day, and today is yesterday And I don't care what you think you have to say Tomorrow comes and today is gone And I'm sick and tired of everyone trying to make me Somebody else Verse: It's funny how you destroyed the better part of me There's nothing left so there's nothing anybody can see It's been 6 months now and you think you found everything In a day I wasn't there, in a way you didn't care Chorus: Bridge: I didn't settle, I just got lazy But I could see where you'd make the mistake I didn't try, I just gave up It was better to leave than stay It's easy when you're leaving It's harder when you try to return But I haven't got that far yet And that's a lesson I never want to learn
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Cat People by Jenn Moffatt aka goth_huntress With a rush of cold wind against her face, the dark shape flashed across the light of the full moon like the shadow of a great bird of prey for a brief second in time, the Huntress’ seemed to hang in space defying the laws of gravity before tucking her knees into her chest, rolling over twice, then landing with catlike grace on both feet on the roof before running full tilt towards the next leap into space and while her prey launched itself from roof top to roof top. “Oracle,” she said as looked down at the blood that had grown cold on her hands from the victim of the wild meta that had started hunting the night like a rabid wolf. “I can’t catch this guy.” “Liar,” her best friend and mentor teased from their lair in the Gotham Clocktower. “You’re just having too much fun chasing him.” “OK, this is very true,” her eyes flickered from blue to green and back reflective as a cat as she caught sight of her prey hiding behind a large satellite dish. She could see the moonlight sparkling on the female creature’s scaly skin. Helena’s hand was starting to itch; she hated the feel of blood on her hands. Hated that it brought back to her in vivid living color the first time blood had stained her hands, the hands of a sixteen-year-old girl trying to stop her mother’s life from washing away into the Gotham City gutter that had spawned so much evil. With a wrinkle of her nose, she rubbed the blood from her palm onto her supple leather pants. “I’m enough of a cat to like the chase as much as the kill.” Gritting her teeth, she pushed off the ledge of the tall glass tower she’d been perched on, her long black cloak billowing behind her, to land silently behind the meta-woman. The hero that Oracle had trained told her to make a sound, do something anything to reveal that she was there, and could easily take the woman out before she had a chance to strike back. But, the child of the Catwoman could feel her instincts urging her to kick the woman off the side of the building before she could make a move against her. With a smirk on her full lips, she cocked her head at the killer who had led her on an hour-long chase over the New Gotham skyline. “Tag, you’re it.”
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Push It - Garbage I was angry when I met you I think I'm angry still We can try to talk it over If you say you'll help me out Don't worry baby (don't worry baby) No need to fight Don't worry baby (don't worry baby) We'll be alright [Chorus:] This is the noise that keeps me awake My head explodes and my body aches Push it, make the beats go harder Push it, make the beats go harder I'm sorry that I hurt you Please don't ask me why I want to see you happy I want to see you shine Don't worry baby (don't worry baby) Don't be uptight Don't worry baby (don't worry baby) We'll stay up all night [Chorus:] C'mon push it, you can do it C'mon prove it, nothing to it C'mon use it, let's get through it C'mon push it, you can do it Don't worry baby (don't worry baby) Don't be uptight Don't worry baby (don't worry baby) We'll stay up all night [Chorus (3x):] Don't worry baby We'll be alright Don't worry baby We'll be alright Push it Push it Push it Push it Push it.
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| Make a Move - Lostprophets So are we lost or do we know
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Morning After - Linkin' Park Caught up against the wall again Time to chill in the bar again Never cease to amaze in minds So I just sleep sleep sleep please don't Wake me till the morning after [2x] Cut and bruised by the fall again Lick my wounds like a dog again Is that a light at the end of the tunnel That I see I see please let it be but don't Wake me till the morning after [3x] Oh I'm so tired there has got to be an end to the pain I feel when I'm awake and alive alive alive alive and I'm dreamin' Caught up against the wall again Time to chill in the bar again Is that a light at the end of the tunnel That I see I see please let it be but don't Wake me till the morning after [3x] Oh I'm so tired there has got to be an end to the pain I feel when I'm Awake and alive alive alive Alive and I'm dreamin'
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| Before I'm Dead - Kidney Thieves
Moon hangs around
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| Don't Cha - Pussycat Dolls Baby
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| Too Bad About Your Girl - the Donnas Too Bad About Your Girl
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Helena - My Chemical Romance Long Ago. Just like the hearse you die to get in again. We are. So far from you. Burning on. Just like the match you strike to incinerate. The lives of everyone you know. And whats the worst you take. From every heart you break. And like the blade you stain. Well i've been holding on tonight. (Chorus) What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight. Came a time. When every star fall. Brought you to tears again. We are. The very hurt you sold. And what's the worst you take. From every heart you break. And like the blade you stain. Well i've been holding on tonight. (Chorus) What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight. Well if you carry on this way. Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight. Can you. Hear me. Are you, near me. Can we pretend. To meet and then. We'll meet again. When both our cars collide. (Chorus) What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight. Well if you carry on this way. Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight.
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Helena by Jenn Moffatt aka goth_huntress “So Helena,” the perky blonde leaned back in her chair, the ever-present pad of yellow paper on her lap. “What are your goals in life? You’ve told me that Bruce Wayne is your father. You could go to any school in the world without worrying about a dime. Why stay in New Gotham?” Helena wondered what Dr. Quinzel actually wrote down about their little talks. Did she chart out Helena’s deep dark secrets? Or did she just doodle because she was bored. Quinzel was different than any of the other shrinks Helena had gone to since her mother’s murder. She always seemed to be distracted about something, like she was listening to someone else. If Helena didn’t know better, she’d have thought that she had a little voice in her head like she did with Barbara guiding her every move. Helena liked the difference. It meant that while Quinzel was a sounding board, she really wasn’t interested enough to really pry into her life. Why did she stay? Duty, she stayed because it was her duty to pick up where her father left off. She didn’t like Bruce Wayne, liked Batman even less, but she couldn’t stand the thought of someone like the Joker ever getting a toehold in the city again. She didn’t want to think about other children crying helpless while their parents bled out in front of them. “I like it here. I’m young, got years to think about what I want to be when I grow up, but whatever it is I want to do it on my own. I don’t want anything from my father.” Least of all his damned sense of duty and honor, but try as she might she couldn’t get rid of it. Oracle only made it worse being her own personal Jiminy Cricket. That was the biggest reason she kept coming to see Dr. Quinzel. She could talk to Barbara about anything, but Oracle was just too moral at times to really understand the little evil voice that whispered in Helena’s ears. Sometimes she expected to see a little Batgirl perched on one shoulder with angel wings while a little Catwoman with horns and pitchfork egged her on from the other. She could talk about almost anything to Quinzel, anything except being Huntress. With the doctor she could just talk about being a normal person from a dysfunctional family. “Things would have been very different if my father had known about me,” she turned about on the obligatory couch, tugging down her cropped off t-shirt above her flat toned stomach, and let out a deep sigh. “I loved my mother dearly, but she probably should have told him about me. I don’t blame him being a crappy father. He just didn’t know about me in time to care.” Harley hid her grin by chewing on the end of her pencil. She loved it when the Batman’s daughter spoke ill of the dead. “So you’re saying your father was emotionally challenged?” It made her day to know that the man’s own child hated him as much as she did. “That’s an understatement.”
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