Ghost white, blood red, and shadow black.  Here stands a nightmare of for cultists and criminals alike in Gotham's dark heart.  A ravenous specter, hungry for vengeance; a deadly, slashing claw of the ailing city, lashing at its parasites.

But here, in Sinfar, she is just one stranger among the others.  Tall, agile, fiercely violent and ethereally beautiful, the Batwoman goes about her strange business with obvious purpose.

That purpose, however, is anyone's guess.