Mama Gotham

All Hail The Queen

There was something to be said for the company kept by Alyssa Connors. Half the people she considered family were criminals in one way or another. With the news about Barbara broken to her when she woke up in the hospital, she was now down to two decent and uncorrupted friends.

Well, three if you count Jim Gordon, which she did not.

"For the millionth time, when i got there her parents were already dead!"

"You were the one that shot the Oger, maybe you were covering for Barbara."

"I shot a freakin' serial killer, why am I the bad guy here?" she threw her arms in the air in frustration. "I don't even have time to argue with you, I'm late."

"For what?"

"None of your business. My personal life has nothing to do with you boyscout, so either get a warrant for my arrest or stay the hell outta my way."

******

Building up the pieces of a broken city was no easy task. Oswald had spent so long planning for this moment, Alyssa had wondered if he knew what to do past it.

She should have known better. Her Ozzy had grown from the meek little boy she had met in the alley. He took control of the room with ease, assuring everyone that he had plans to further the 'business', all they needed to do was listen to him. And – desperate for solid ground – the criminals of Gotham ate it up.

"Excellent." he smiled, then gestured to Alyssa. "I trust you all know Alyssa Connors. She'll be your number two. You are to treat her with the same respect you treat me."

"Sweet, I'm a queen." Alyssa grinned, making Oswald smile at her and squeeze her hand.

"Yes you are my dove. Anything you want in the world is your's. Its the least I can do for all you've done for me."

Being the queen of Gotham wasn't just a perk however, it also meant work. Alyssa had her own reputation that proved she knew how to succeed in the city, but it was a positive reputation, so the crime family was wary of her. Well, some were wary, some just thought her laughable.

Either way, she'd be a target, so Oswald wanted to make sure she could fight back.

"Ozzy's a worry wort, I was born and raised in this city; any idiot that attacks me has a death wish."

"Have you ever even fired a gun?" Victor Zsasz asked, following her into the shooting range. "At something further than point blank range?"

She scoffed. Glancing at the targets, she turned to the assassin and held out her hand. Victor raised a non-existent eyebrow, but handed her the firearm that was strapped to his hip.

In one swift, solid movement, Alyssa swung around and fired at the targets.

Bang! Bullseye.

Bang! Bullseye.

Bang! Bullseye.

"How'd you do that?" Victor asked, sounding mildly impressed.

She lowered the gun with a breath. "Old friend of mine, Floyd, ran a shooting range in Metropolis. Lets just say I had plenty of people to imagine on the target." she shoved the gun into his chest and walked out.

Victor watched her go and smiled slightly. "I knew I always liked her."

******

The warden of Arkham Asylum was Quincy Sharp. Quincy Sharp did not like Alyssa Connors.