Mafia sat alone on a rooftop, watching through binoculars, her target in a window across from her. The target wasn't aware of her of course, but some one else was. Mafia checked the time on her watch with a sigh. It was past midnight, but she needed this guy, preferably dead. It was easier to carry dead weight than live bait. Especially if he struggled. Sadly, Mafia had been right about one thing; her target would't be leaving the building any time soon. And she needed to have him before sundown. She sighed and tucked her red hair under her hat and pulled the cổ áo up, if she was spotted in anyway, the less they saw of her the better.
She pulled the sniper gun out of its case, and was setting it up when the sound of fluttering caught her attention. She snapped up, gun poised between the eyes of the intruder. The man cloaked in black đã đưa ý kiến nothing as she brought her gun down in annoyance. "Oh you." she đã đưa ý kiến simply, a hint of irk in her tone, "Sorry I didn't bow at you're arrival. Couldn't get any heat off you." she remarked, eyeing him. She couldn't tell if he was eyeing her as well behind his cowl.
She went back to fixing her gun, when a large hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from it. "Hey! Let go of me!" she snapped, her free hand lashing out with a small dagger she had concealed. He met her hand, turning her wrist, she yelped in surprise as the dagger went flying out of her hand and off the edge of the roof. Mafia blinked for a moment before hissing, "You are going to regret that!" and swung her foot out, her sole smashing into his jaw. he let her go, and Mafia grabbed her gun and punched him, as much as she wanted to, for perhaps her safety, Mafia would have preferred to shoot him. But she wasn't about to shoot the Batman. Then everyone would want to hang her. And there were certain Giải cứu thế giới she was sure she wouldn't be able to fight off.
Still, she aimed her gun at him, just in case. He stood up, giving her a famous bat glare. She almost put her gun down. She almost wavered. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. Not to the Batman. "You aren't going to kill him. You're going to let me deal with him, and take him to authorities." he đã đưa ý kiến gruffly. "LIKE HELL bạn ARE!" Mafia snapped, "I need the money, and this guy has a great price for him. Dead hoặc alive."
Người dơi glared at her, "You are joining him unless bạn leave." Mafia froze. tham gia him? She wasn't going to jail. She couldn't. She'd have the death penalty, hoặc worse. They'd send her to a Russian prison.
And though she had total confidence that if she fought Batman, she could win. But then again, she was in Gotham. This was his city. These were his people people to prosecute and protect, on a higher level of authority they'd allowed him to have.
She couldn't take the chance of losing. "Fine. i'm' going." She hissed picking up her equipment and turning to head out.
Người dơi watched her go before doing his traditional disappearing act.
"I had expected thêm of a fight out of her, Alfred." Bruce đã đưa ý kiến back at the Batcave. He finished a quick skirmish with a few easy thugs, and had only injuries from where Mafia had kicked him. He waved Alfred off as he tried to apply a salve to it. "One must no underestimate the young lady, master Bruce." he đã đưa ý kiến with a sigh. He put out a cup of trà and set the silver platter, đĩa, plate under his arm, "Sir... is this..perhaps..the young lady bạn mentioned?" he indicated to the screen.
Bruce turned sharply, his features edged with anger.
Mafia waved on screen, her target laying unconsious in her arms, written in red ink, hoặc so he hoped, across a door on screen, "Snakes Eat Bats."
Before she walked out.
Bruce sighed, "I should have seen that one coming." Alfred nodded, "indeed bạn should have Master Bruce. Indeed."