(Theme: “Learn from the night” By: sent by ravens)
Favorite Quote: “Learn from yesterday, Live for today, Hope for tomorrow.” – Albert Einstein
Name: Kim
Alter Ego: GuardianWolf “Gotham’s Angel”
Height: 5’10”
Eyes: Blue with a
swirl of green around the pupil
Hair: Long Curly Golden blond
Age: 26-28 (though in appearance she looks about 18)
Attitude: Kind and compassionate, cares for everyone, she has an intense sense of loyalty, and
carries an air of strength yet innocence about her.
Wardrobe:
In public her hair is kept in a pony tail along with dressy casual attire, but when she becomes GuardianWolf she often wears a solid blue coat, a pair of fingerless black leather gloves, cargo pants and her curly hair lose around her shoulders and face. (She utilizes the pants and trench coat to hold various weapons and gadgets. The coat always being open tends to give a slight cape like look.)
The Story:
“I was one of many who fought back in the ‘Cape and Cowl’Days, but unlike the majority who either fought the good fight till their dying breath or lived long enough to retire and return to civilian life… I had quite a different path ‘Chosen’ for me. Story of my life…
Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Batgirl…. These people were my family… The Justice League, The Titans… both new and old… they were my friends…
Bruce; a father to me… he didn’t care about my connection to Cadmus, he didn’t treat me differently than he treated any of the others… well maybe he did treat me a little differently… all too often he seemed to‘protect’ me more than would be expected. Whether from a fatherly type of fear or a feeling that I wasn’t quite ready to face whatever was ahead; I don’t know, but I didn’t hold it against him. I was happy as could be, even with the death of my one love, with the constant bombardment of near apocalyptic attacks, and even with being kidnapped and tortured more times than I would care to count…
Nothing would tell me to stop being GuardianWolf, no one would get in my way… funny how we say things like that… and get proven wrong. Cadmus had one last “gift” for me… I survived Slade’s mind games and insane training, Joker’s attempted brainwash, encounters with Riddler and Scarecrow, Teaming up against the likes of Brainiac, Ra’s Al Ghul, Darkseid and Lex Luthor… but what ends up taking me down? … An “incurable” disease.
I kept it hidden at first, believing I could find a cure, but soon all the research I did, tests I ran… turned up nothing… Bruce quickly noticed I was getting slower, struggling more… I had to tell him. He was mad, but not at me… for the first time in all the time I knew him I was worried what he might do. I knew he wouldn’t kill, but… after so much that had happened… he had gone to a darker place and I wasn’t sure what this last straw might cause and he would do to Cadmus.
It didn’t take too long before the JLA had their best minds trying to cure me and Cadmus was “Strongly” advised to fix what was wrong. You see, I wasn’t “made” at Cadmus the way some of their creations were… no my mother was a “donator” and by donator I mean she dumped her new born baby at Cadmus for “testing” and never came back. My mother wasn’t a “normal” person and she couldn’t afford to have a kid around when people were after her. I hold her no ill will, she did what she thought was right and at least she didn’t just throw me in a dumpster or something.
Cadmus had a grand ol time with their guinea pig and before you ask, yes, I had “unique” abilities before they worked on me. Something was weird with my DNA, I couldn’t be cloned as most could, that and my blood had a regenerative quality to it, which effected how I aged and when I slept it would do its work to heal my body of internal injuries rather quickly. The external ones were much slower, but they too would eventually heal without even a scar. Good thing too or else you wouldn’t be able to stand looking at me…
Sorry, I’ve gone off on a rabbit trail now… at some point when I was still young I escaped Cadmus… or was rescued, to be honest I’ve never really known… I was found and soon adopted by a great family… I… let’s just say a lot happened and it wasn’t long before I was out on my own again. Once again found by the “System” I was put into foster care… that’s when I learned how blessed I had been with my first home, I ran away as soon as I could… I lived on the streets, traveling and avoiding being in the “System”because I knew “they” would find me… I had traveled outside of my birth country and earned a reputation as “GuardianWolf” & “Gotham's Angel” or “Guardian” as I grew to be called… the wings obviously played a big part with my name.
It was years later I had finally returned home, it was like I was drawn back. My first night back I met “him”; The Batman. He saved me from some Cadmus goons and their creations. I was hurt in the fight and he took me back to the Batcave. Though he didn’t take me on to the team right away; He actually had to protect me from certain “Cadmus” agents… this was when I learned it wasn’t the usual branches of Cadmus…. But rogue scientists and doctors… for years I was with various teams, fought with Superman, The JLA, The Titans, teamed up with Static Shock, and countless others… fought villains all over Gotham, Metropolis, Central City, Keystone, Jump and different planets…
And as I said before; then I got sick. Apparently one of the“genes” that Cadmus had used wasn’t entirely human… and it was mutating… every time I slept it was changing and adapting… it was amazing my body’s natural defenses fought it that long… but eventually it began to win… it had adapted enough to beat my body and started to assault my internal organs, heart, lungs, kidney, liver, brain, … one by one. There were little to no options, our societies technology was limited after all…
That’s when Batman made a decision, Just as Mr. Freeze had frozen his wife to save her till a cure could be made… that’s what was to be done with me. I all but violently refused; if it was my time then it was my time, but Bruce promised that if a cure wasn’t developed in a few years he’d wake me up… I had never had Bruce break a promise to me… ever! But, considering what happened… I can’t blame him.
Bruce was to be with me as I was frozen, I had said my goodbyes to all my friends just in case I didn’t survive the freezing process, Dick was there as well… but that’s when the call came. I never knew what happened, but it was serious. I told them to go and not worry… I reminded Bruce of his promise and then they were gone. The branch of Cadmus that had been very cooperative with us began to put me under, I didn’t like it… I had a bad feeling and sadly, my feelings were usually right.
As I started to pass out I heard an explosion.
I tried to get up, but the drugs were so strong and they had already closed the capsule. My heart stopped when I heard the “laughter” my mind reeled in disbelief. It couldn’t be, but that’s when I saw him… “JOKER”, I didn’t know how or why… but he barged in and killed a few doctors, I could barely keep my eyes open. I saw him press his face against the glass, that evil grin was the last thing I saw as darkness took me.
I’m not sure what made the pod exit cryosleep, but the next thing I knew was waking up, now… all these years in the future. A recording laying near my pod all covered with dust. The video showed the technicians being questioned and then killed, the lab was blown up. I was moved to a small place beneath the streets of Gotham. The pod had a built in power source, the kind that could last years and years, everything was automated… and when I looked at the video I knew what had happened… I was taken as some part of a plan to get to Batman… though something must have gone wrong, because no one ever returned… I was left there undisturbed all these years. Hidden… and everyone probably figured I died in the explosion…
It’s surreal being in this place, almost everyone I knew and loved… are gone… and the hand full that that aren’t… Dick, Tim, Barbara… I wasn’t around to see the subtle changes over time…. It’s like meeting entirely different people now… they have so much pain, they have changed so much… times like this; it sucks to be empathic… though some things don’t seem to have changed much at all, but I guess that’s most everything… you can always take a look at Bruce’s files on me… I’m sure there’s more in there.
Oh! I guess there’s one more thing, apparently all that sleep is what my body needed. Since my healing works best while sleeping it seems my body went into overdrive and eradicated that disease totally from my body. Nothing like sleeping for a few years a guess…
…Thanks for hearing me out, Terry.”
[See "DC- Batman (Past and Present)" Gotham's Angel Profile for more information]
Alter Ego: GuardianWolf “Gotham’s Angel”
Height: 5’10”
Eyes: Blue with a
swirl of green around the pupil
Hair: Long Curly Golden blond
Age: 26-28 (though in appearance she looks about 18)
Attitude: Kind and compassionate, cares for everyone, she has an intense sense of loyalty, and
carries an air of strength yet innocence about her.
Wardrobe:
In public her hair is kept in a pony tail along with dressy casual attire, but when she becomes GuardianWolf she often wears a solid blue coat, a pair of fingerless black leather gloves, cargo pants and her curly hair lose around her shoulders and face. (She utilizes the pants and trench coat to hold various weapons and gadgets. The coat always being open tends to give a slight cape like look.)
The Story:
“I was one of many who fought back in the ‘Cape and Cowl’Days, but unlike the majority who either fought the good fight till their dying breath or lived long enough to retire and return to civilian life… I had quite a different path ‘Chosen’ for me. Story of my life…
Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Batgirl…. These people were my family… The Justice League, The Titans… both new and old… they were my friends…
Bruce; a father to me… he didn’t care about my connection to Cadmus, he didn’t treat me differently than he treated any of the others… well maybe he did treat me a little differently… all too often he seemed to‘protect’ me more than would be expected. Whether from a fatherly type of fear or a feeling that I wasn’t quite ready to face whatever was ahead; I don’t know, but I didn’t hold it against him. I was happy as could be, even with the death of my one love, with the constant bombardment of near apocalyptic attacks, and even with being kidnapped and tortured more times than I would care to count…
Nothing would tell me to stop being GuardianWolf, no one would get in my way… funny how we say things like that… and get proven wrong. Cadmus had one last “gift” for me… I survived Slade’s mind games and insane training, Joker’s attempted brainwash, encounters with Riddler and Scarecrow, Teaming up against the likes of Brainiac, Ra’s Al Ghul, Darkseid and Lex Luthor… but what ends up taking me down? … An “incurable” disease.
I kept it hidden at first, believing I could find a cure, but soon all the research I did, tests I ran… turned up nothing… Bruce quickly noticed I was getting slower, struggling more… I had to tell him. He was mad, but not at me… for the first time in all the time I knew him I was worried what he might do. I knew he wouldn’t kill, but… after so much that had happened… he had gone to a darker place and I wasn’t sure what this last straw might cause and he would do to Cadmus.
It didn’t take too long before the JLA had their best minds trying to cure me and Cadmus was “Strongly” advised to fix what was wrong. You see, I wasn’t “made” at Cadmus the way some of their creations were… no my mother was a “donator” and by donator I mean she dumped her new born baby at Cadmus for “testing” and never came back. My mother wasn’t a “normal” person and she couldn’t afford to have a kid around when people were after her. I hold her no ill will, she did what she thought was right and at least she didn’t just throw me in a dumpster or something.
Cadmus had a grand ol time with their guinea pig and before you ask, yes, I had “unique” abilities before they worked on me. Something was weird with my DNA, I couldn’t be cloned as most could, that and my blood had a regenerative quality to it, which effected how I aged and when I slept it would do its work to heal my body of internal injuries rather quickly. The external ones were much slower, but they too would eventually heal without even a scar. Good thing too or else you wouldn’t be able to stand looking at me…
Sorry, I’ve gone off on a rabbit trail now… at some point when I was still young I escaped Cadmus… or was rescued, to be honest I’ve never really known… I was found and soon adopted by a great family… I… let’s just say a lot happened and it wasn’t long before I was out on my own again. Once again found by the “System” I was put into foster care… that’s when I learned how blessed I had been with my first home, I ran away as soon as I could… I lived on the streets, traveling and avoiding being in the “System”because I knew “they” would find me… I had traveled outside of my birth country and earned a reputation as “GuardianWolf” & “Gotham's Angel” or “Guardian” as I grew to be called… the wings obviously played a big part with my name.
It was years later I had finally returned home, it was like I was drawn back. My first night back I met “him”; The Batman. He saved me from some Cadmus goons and their creations. I was hurt in the fight and he took me back to the Batcave. Though he didn’t take me on to the team right away; He actually had to protect me from certain “Cadmus” agents… this was when I learned it wasn’t the usual branches of Cadmus…. But rogue scientists and doctors… for years I was with various teams, fought with Superman, The JLA, The Titans, teamed up with Static Shock, and countless others… fought villains all over Gotham, Metropolis, Central City, Keystone, Jump and different planets…
And as I said before; then I got sick. Apparently one of the“genes” that Cadmus had used wasn’t entirely human… and it was mutating… every time I slept it was changing and adapting… it was amazing my body’s natural defenses fought it that long… but eventually it began to win… it had adapted enough to beat my body and started to assault my internal organs, heart, lungs, kidney, liver, brain, … one by one. There were little to no options, our societies technology was limited after all…
That’s when Batman made a decision, Just as Mr. Freeze had frozen his wife to save her till a cure could be made… that’s what was to be done with me. I all but violently refused; if it was my time then it was my time, but Bruce promised that if a cure wasn’t developed in a few years he’d wake me up… I had never had Bruce break a promise to me… ever! But, considering what happened… I can’t blame him.
Bruce was to be with me as I was frozen, I had said my goodbyes to all my friends just in case I didn’t survive the freezing process, Dick was there as well… but that’s when the call came. I never knew what happened, but it was serious. I told them to go and not worry… I reminded Bruce of his promise and then they were gone. The branch of Cadmus that had been very cooperative with us began to put me under, I didn’t like it… I had a bad feeling and sadly, my feelings were usually right.
As I started to pass out I heard an explosion.
I tried to get up, but the drugs were so strong and they had already closed the capsule. My heart stopped when I heard the “laughter” my mind reeled in disbelief. It couldn’t be, but that’s when I saw him… “JOKER”, I didn’t know how or why… but he barged in and killed a few doctors, I could barely keep my eyes open. I saw him press his face against the glass, that evil grin was the last thing I saw as darkness took me.
I’m not sure what made the pod exit cryosleep, but the next thing I knew was waking up, now… all these years in the future. A recording laying near my pod all covered with dust. The video showed the technicians being questioned and then killed, the lab was blown up. I was moved to a small place beneath the streets of Gotham. The pod had a built in power source, the kind that could last years and years, everything was automated… and when I looked at the video I knew what had happened… I was taken as some part of a plan to get to Batman… though something must have gone wrong, because no one ever returned… I was left there undisturbed all these years. Hidden… and everyone probably figured I died in the explosion…
It’s surreal being in this place, almost everyone I knew and loved… are gone… and the hand full that that aren’t… Dick, Tim, Barbara… I wasn’t around to see the subtle changes over time…. It’s like meeting entirely different people now… they have so much pain, they have changed so much… times like this; it sucks to be empathic… though some things don’t seem to have changed much at all, but I guess that’s most everything… you can always take a look at Bruce’s files on me… I’m sure there’s more in there.
Oh! I guess there’s one more thing, apparently all that sleep is what my body needed. Since my healing works best while sleeping it seems my body went into overdrive and eradicated that disease totally from my body. Nothing like sleeping for a few years a guess…
…Thanks for hearing me out, Terry.”
[See "DC- Batman (Past and Present)" Gotham's Angel Profile for more information]
