Cornelia E. Eves was like any other citizen of Gotham city, she paid her rent, her bills, her taxes like anyone else. She went to work in the evenings, collected her pay check twice a month. Like any other citizen of Gotham, she put up with the regular hell that the city' criminals liked to raise, and like any Gotham citizen, she wanted nothing to do with the likes of the Riddler, Penguin, or the Joker. Especially the Joker.

Unlike the average citizen of Gotham, Cornelia had a wild card in her deck. A card that most Rogues would kill to have. Cornelia was a meta human, a meta with accelerated healing abilities. In her brief 27 years of life, she'd been shot twice, and stabbed in a back once. All of which, should have been fatal and all before she had reached her 19th birthday.

She was on her way to pull at shift at the CenterFold when life decided to throw her a curveball. It nailed her right in the abdomen, in the form of a purple Lamborghini.

Cornelia was thrown off her feet as the pain exploded across her body. Being able to heal quickly did not mean that injuries came without pain. She heard the wheels of the car screech as she skidded and rolled down the road. Her arms burned as pieces of concrete cut her bare flesh like razors, sticking here and there. Her ribs splintered from the impact of the car, but she was distracted by the feeling of her head being walloped by the road, in that moment she swore she heard shattering of her skull. It felt like hours before she finally stopped flying, and she lay there, unmoving, seemingly dead. The blood gushing from her head like a river. The headlights of the car shinning on her form and casting a gruesome shadow.

The driver shut off the lights, maybe he was going inside. That in mind, Lia squeezed her eyes shut and got up. Her body screamed in protest but she could already feel it mending. Within minutes, her chest was no longer a maraca made of flesh and fragmented ribs. Lia got on her knees and watched through the blood drenched strands of hair, as her body expelled the fragments of concrete from her flesh.

Suddenly, light flooded the street again and Cornelia was saw the car and felt the urge to puke. It was a bright purple Lamborghini, everyone in Gotham knew its driver, oh they knew him all too well. He was the last person Lia wanted clued in on her abilities.

Lia grit her teeth and leapt to her feet. She needed to run, now. The door to the Lamborghini flew open. She didn't bother to look back as she fled down the alley and through the back door into the club.

One Month Later:

"Lawton! Wasn't expecting to see you for another 30 plus years…"

Smiling, Deadshot took a seat and leisurely took the bottle of scotch from her hands and had a swig. "Out on good behavior."

He chuckled at the look of the bartender's face "You seem disappointed, thought you'd be happy to see this handsome face."

Smirking, Cornelia snatched the bottle back "Only in the judicial system, and take it easy on this. Nicked it from Cove's stash before he left."

Floyd perked at the news "So, the fat ass gave up the lucrative strip biz?"

With a sigh, Lia took a swig off the bottle and grimaced as she returned to slicing lemons. "More like forced out…"

The door to the club flew open, and Joker strutted in. Lia watched him cross the floor, and allowed the knife to slip and flay some of her finger tip. Gasping in pain, she lifted up her hand and watched the blood dribble and pool into her hand. Looking past her hand, she noticed that Joker had paused his progress towards the back office. Gritting her teeth against the light sting of the lemon juice in the cut, she grabbed a towel and blotted the blood away. Joker watched her for a second, and then made his way to his office. "Why aren't you healing that?"

Leaning forward, Cornelia looked toward the room that Joker had disappeared into. Glancing back towards Lawton, she sneered at the cut "Asshole ran me over with his car last month."

Floyd blinked, not comprehending the gravity of the situation "So?"

"So, I healed up and he followed me into the club. Ended up buying the place, been trying to smoke me out for the last month."

Lia chuckled ruefully "He's been shoving girls off the stage all week."

"He never suspected you."

Lia shuddered at the thought of the mess of gore that had been caked into her hair "There was so much blood, I don't think he could make out my face."

Placing a blue bandage over the cut, Lia chuckled "Also got a black eye from some jackass the night he came sniffing for me."

"So you've got control of when you heal, that's new."

She nodded as she threw away the trash "Enough to hold it off through my shifts, I've been dicing myself all month, just to keep him off my ass."

Smirking, Lia jazzed her hands out in front of her face, showing off the varying shades of band aids. "You know, you could just leave."

Going back to viciously cutting lemons, Lia shook her head at the ludicrous suggestion "As if I could hand in my two weeks' notice now."

She balanced the knife point on the cutting board and eyed the door that led up to the office. Her eyes moved slowly towards the overlook. Joker was in there, watching the club. Searching for the meta human that had snared his interest, having little to no idea his prey was looking right at him "You know how it is Floyd, working for the Joker…."

She made eye contact with the boss for a second, Lia looked away and played it off as an accident, smiling to cover her tracks "Is a lifetime occupation."