Author Note: Thank you for staying interested, sorry this chapter is short, my birthday is in two days!

It was five in the evening when she made her way towards the clock tower and arrived twenty minutes later. Waiting in the shadows, Rachel exchanged her drinks and poison for the domino mask in her bag and put it on. She also grabbed a beanie from a side pocket and pulled it over her head, making sure none of her long, black hair was left out. Forty-five minutes later, a car pulled up and a man in his thirties came out. Three minutes passed before Rachel made herself visible.

"I presume you are the agent I was told to meet?" Rachel nodded. "And I presume you have the money for my boss?" The man smirked at her response and held out the duffle for her to take. Grabbing the bag, she turned to walk away, only to be stopped by the man talking. "Do we meet here for the second payment, or is it a different location?"

"Depends. Renegade will notify you if the location changes." The man nodded and turned to leave. Rachel smirked to herself as she free-climbed a brick wall and hid behind an air vent to transfer her money to her backpack (she folded the duffle and also placed it in the backpack). Just as she finished zipping her bag, she became aware of a presence on the rooftop.

Batman had been hunting Samuel Fredrickson, Rachel's employer for a few days, when he got wind of a transaction between him and a hit man's agent. He followed his perp to the clock tower and watched him stand there until the agent arrived. He hadn't noticed them hiding in the shadows and was surprised when they stepped out, beginning the conversation. A name he had heard very rarely came up and he instantly knew this was too dangerous to let happen.

Samuel left after handing the agent a duffle bag and Batman stared in fascination as the agent proceeded to sling the bag over their shoulder and scale the wall. He always had his grappling hook, so he didn't have to go through that much trouble to get to a roof, but this person acted like they did it every day. Batman grappled over to the rooftop the other person was on and watched as they emptied the duffle into another bag.

Without warning, a gunshot was heard and Batman stepped back in shock. Rachel had known he was there and had pulled her handgun from her backpack, aiming and firing at the Dark Knight's bicep in seconds. Batman ignored the slowly oozing wound to get closer to the shooter. The agent now stood before him with the bag secured to their back and a pistol in their right hand, aimed at his chest.

"Ah, the Bat. I was wondering when you would come after me." Rachel said after activating the voice changer, making her sound like a boy. Batman observed his opponent and noticed they were favoring the left side of their chest and had a flawless stance. "Who are you?" He growled out, trying to find an opening to attack.

One of the creepiest cackles he had ever heard preceded their next sentence. "Me? I am merely a pawn, an agent for my boss. But that is not the question you wanted to ask." Batman took a step closer and the shooter didn't even flinch. "Who is your boss?"

"Someone of little importance to you. But a certain playboy might want to watch out~…" the last part was drawn out and the masked person shifted slightly. Seeing that as an opening, Batman threw a batarang at their hand before lunging forward. Rachel shot the projectile mid-air and spun in a roundhouse kick as Batman neared.

Her boot connected with his forearm and his trajectory was thrown off slightly. Making his fist connect with her left side, instead of her face, right on her freshly bound wound. Rachel stumbled, moved the pistol to her left hand and pressed her right to the now-bleeding injury. As Batman got to his feet, he noticed the blood on his glove and looked up to stare at his very defensive enemy.

Blood spread across her shirt as she tried to stop the bleeding and keep the gun trained on Batman at the same time. She growled in agitation as the vigilante continued to stare at her and decided to get things going by shooting at him. A bullet grazed his thigh and another zoomed past him to sink into brick.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked, dodging a bullet that would've hit his neck. "Ha! You think I want to do this? This is my life, I have nothing else to do! Nothing else matters and you can't change that!" The last sentence was paired with a bullet to his thigh, missing the important stuff but still making him get distracted. When he looked up, they had disappeared and all that was left, was the bullet casings and a few drops of blood.