"Discord and Disorders"

Disclaimer: I own nothing besides Ginger.

A/N: I hope this isn't going too fast. Here, this chapter gives a better insight on Ginger's personality. I tried to exhibit some of her flaws. Please, read and review! I accept criticism. Updates will normally be every week, so Mondays, unless I finish early (which would mean an update on Sunday, like today), or it may be late. I'm still hoping that this is going to be four chapters, max.

Chapter 2: The Mission

Two-Face was right when he said it wouldn't be long before he sent her out. Not even half an hour later, he exited his office and asked her when and where the soonest recruitment patrol for Penguin's gang would be. She had briefly told him her answer and he sent her out with four of his other henchmen the next day.

This explained why Ginger was walking through The Bowery with a small group of thick-headed thugs who wouldn't listen to her... and kept talking about her, behind her back.

... literally.

"She was a part of Penguin's gang. What makes Two-Face think we can trust her?"

"Yeah, I think the boss is a little out of his mind this time."

"At least she's hot."

"Dude, seriously? She isn't hot."

"Well, in a place like this, any girl's hot."

"Considering that most of us haven't seen a chick since being locked in here, other than the kitty cat and the clown's bitch."

"Shut the Hell up!" Ginger exclaimed to the group, although this was ignored. Most women would be annoyed or peeved by someone dissing their looks, but Ginger didn't care, she was pissed by the fact that they kept talking about her like she wasn't there. The last thing she needed was for them to act like a bunch of catty women.

"Why can't we, y'know, just ditch her?"

"Man, you know the boss would kill us. Apparently, she's useful for something."

Before she could turn around and threaten them, a light tap on her shoulder distracted her. "Hey, uh, are we almost there?" This mercenary happened to be one of the more reasonable ones out of the four. For that, she was thankful.

Her head turned slightly as she gazed over her shoulder. "Yeah, it's just around the corner." As she looked forward once more, she tensed as she added, "And don't ever touch me again," in a feral tone. Once they were near the corner, she stopped, halting the men behind her in their tracks.

"Hey, what gives?"

Ginger gave the other criminals a strong glare and put a finger to her lips. "Do you want them to hear us?" She hissed as she motioned to around the corner before peaking. There, she saw what she was expecting: a group of Penguin's goons rounding up a few prisoners. "Alright, we're going to go on three."

"Really? You think we're going to listen to you?"

She swore she could feel her eye twitch as her hands tightened around her rifle. Slowly, she turned around and shot them another glare. "Not really, unless you want to live."

Almost immediately, a gun and a couple of knives were aimed at her head. At this point, she looked fairly angry. "Did I aim my shotgun at you guys?" She growled, "No. I meant that you want the jump on these guys, put them at a disadvantage." When the weapons slowly went down, she quickly turned around and aimed her gun at one of Penguin's convicts before pulling the trigger, hitting him in thigh.

The inmates they were trying to recruit ran off at the sound of gunfire. The last thing they wanted to do was be involved in the gang fight.

"What the Hell?" and "Is that Ginge?" were the main phrases that sounded throughout the area as she ran out from her cover and shot at another crook. Two-Face's gangsters took the hint and began their attack on the gun-less Penguin employees. Granted, Ginger and one other man in the group were the only ones using firearms. Thus, they stood away from the action whereas the others went in for an all-out brawl.

However, it was hard to get a proper shot with all the fighting that was going on. After a few seconds of trying, Ginger gave up as she joined the fray. The other gunman continued his attempts, preferring to stay out of the action.

Now, don't get her wrong, but Ginger knew she wasn't a good hand-to-hand combat fighter. As long as she had a weapon in her hand, however, she could find a way. She quickly dropped her rifle on the ground and took out her lasso and wound it up. It landed around his neck and she hesitated, but ended up pulling harshly so he ended up on the ground, unconscious.

Sometimes, it felt like she was playing the role of the Grim Reaper. Things happened for a reason and deaths were already arranged.

By this point in time, the others were still fighting, but they were preoccupied. She had a chance to quickly wrap up the lasso and put it back at her side. Then, she took out a revolver out of the holster on her hip and using it to pistol-whip another hoodlum, who was engaged in combat with her ally. Although it didn't knock him out, it caught him off-guard and he quickly turned around, punching her in the nose and then hit her in the head. However, this allowed the one originally fighting him to knock him out with a punch to the side of the jaw.

The carnage around them was incredible, as most of the men from Penguin's gang were dead, minus the one. Two-Face's men faced a good amount of injury, but nothing too serious. Ginger had a headache from the knock to the head and her nose would surely bruise later.

One by one, the henchmen headed back without complaint, nor did they force her to go back with them.

Granted, this was what she wanted.

With a smirk as the guys disappeared around the corner, she slipped a piece of paper and pencil out from her dark blue jumpsuit. She was cautious with how much pressure she put on the pencil, seeing as resources were limited and this was the only writing utensil she had, and scrawled down some writing onto the piece before depositing it into one of the men's jackets.

After that, Ginger scrounged the corpses with a specific item in mind. Once she found what she was searching for, she threw it into her jumpsuit. However, her thoughts stopped her from leaving. They're my... allies, but this is is supposed to happen. There's no going back. Why am I here? Why can't I go back? Why did I choose this? The thoughts raced through her head as her breathing sped up, along with her heart rate.

This was the absolute worst time to have a panic attack, damn it.

The sound of shuffling that stopped next to her caused her to gasp, drawing her back to reality. Before the person could say anything, she grabbed a spare knife laying on the ground and jabbed it into their gut, causing the man to double over in pain.

Once she saw it was one of Two-Face's men, groaning in pain, she made another quick slice at the throat, effectively silencing his vocal cords. She noted that it was the nicer thug. Quite unfortunate.

Fear was far in her mind now. No, she wasn't feeling fearful at all. There was no way anyone could prove anything, so nobody would find out.

After all, she could easily call it an accident.

Later, she entered the main area of the hideout and the first thing she could hear was, "How did the mission go?" from Two-Face. He was setting up his station for where he was going to pass judgment upon Catwoman, who was in the basement prison.

The men from the raid group arrived there first, giving the brief summary of what happened. Given, it wasn't much, but it was something.

"Fine; went off without a hitch," Ginger briefly added as she went to look for something cold for her bruised nose, "Oh, by the way, the men you've sent with me need to keep their traps shut. Almost got us caught." She sent another nasty glare towards the people in question.

Two-Face couldn't help but roll his eyes at her comment. For all he knew, it could've been her being the blabbermouth. Knowing her reputation for being a loudmouth, it probably was. "Noted."

"Hey, where's Larry?" One of the guys asked, "He went back to look for you, since you weren't following us."

"Sneak attack; one of Penguin's other thugs must have heard what was going on and attacked him. Cut his neck," Ginger smoothly replied.

"Well, did you shoot him?"

She couldn't help thinking about how ridiculous these men were. "No, Sherlock, I let him live. Of course I shot him!" She replied, sarcastically, "Now, if you men don't mind, I'm going to find some snow to ice my nose with." With that being said, she left the courthouse.

Something didn't seem right, Two-Face thought, but he wasn't sure what it was.