Police sirens blazing silently through the night. Sounds of arguments heard all around. Tires coming to a sudden halt with rushing footsteps to follow. There are so many ways the men and women working inside of the hospital could describe the scene just outside of these walls. Hectic,dangerous,some would even say barbaric but to most there is only one way to describe what is going on. Only one way they knew how to describe the scene just outside of the hospital. A media frenzy plain and simple. Reporters one after another trying to break free from the crowd and enter inside of the building unnoticed hoping to just get a glimpse of the very one that has made instant headlines for them. Truly sick and power hungry individuals. To prey on the weak and vulnerable just so they can release another news story. This media frenzy that doesn't look as though it will die down anytime soon. A frenzy that has caused an unsafe work environment for every single doctor,nurse,and even patient inside of the building and for good reason. How could they feel safe with what is going on around them? Police officers stationed all around the outside of the building. Some are even being stationed inside of the building on the top floor for another's protection. Officers that have made every single doctor and nurse alike pause once or twice during their travels. Has made many doctors scowl once they caught sight of the officer's firearm hanging loosely off from their holster. Has made many nurses shake their heads in disgust once they caught sight of one of these stationed officers lighting a cigarette just outside of a patient's room. Horrendous scenes. Such scenes they never thought they would ever see but they were wrong. They should have known better. This wasn't some ordinary city where such things would be found to be unacceptable. Would be found as unprofessional. No this is Gotham City. A corrupt city where it seems even the police force doesn't follow the same rules being applied to everyone else. The very rules many now walk a fine line on with most taking the same leap many have had before them to cross a line that there is no turning back from.
But they couldn't think about that. The very few responsible doctors and nurses inside of the building. Despite these work conditions they still have a job to do. They still have people counting on them to keep them safe and they will do just that to the best of their abilities. They could only hope this frenzy will come to an end soon. Could only hope that by some miracle the police will be able to force back these vile reporters so that they can do their jobs properly. A police force outside of their walls already has their hands full. Not with just the reporters that keep trying to sneak their way into the hospital past them. No now it seemed even the citizens of Gotham City were now doing their best to start up some kind of riot. What they're intentions are still remains a mystery to most of the force but if you were to listen closely you would quickly find out why they are here. Small chants of this needs to stop. Small chants that The TCRA Act needs to go before another victim is claimed. These chants that have turned from mere whispers into full blown chants. Have turned this once slightly peaceful protest into an angry mob with many camera men staying far away from the scene capturing this event's every moment on film. Meanwhile going unnoticed by everyone around the hospital a lone figure slowly makes her way up a sidewalk towards the hospital from afar. A lone woman whose face shows nothing but cold fury as she comes to a stop and takes in everything she sees in front of her very eyes from the very moment she first hears a loud chant from down the sidewalk. Takes in the angry mob shouting at the top of their lungs at the front of the hospital ensuring no safe accessible path is open to those in need of one. Takes in the police force holding back this angry and furious mob with many officers already having their batons drawn in case the situation gets out of hand. News vans parked all across the block with countless media outlets broadcasting the carnage taking place for the whole world to see.
A disgusting sight. A truly disgusting sight that makes her scowl. Makes Ivy's hands clutch into tight fists by her sides causing her nails to dig deep into her palms drawing blood. How dare these….mammals do such a thing! How dare they treat this whole entire thing as some kind of media circus! If they want a news story so badly then she'll give them one they'll never forget. A thought fueled by nothing but anger causing for the ground to shake beneath her as noticeable cracks could be seen splitting the pavement beneath her feet allowing glimpses of green vines to be seen slithering their way to the surface. These dirt filled vines that silently slither their way forward towards their unexpecting victims. Vines that show no mercy to anything they touch as the cracks in the pavement get larger and larger by the second allowing even more of its kind to spurt up to the surface while their prey remains oblivious to the incoming danger lurking silently behind them.
Disgusting mammals!
Pitiful excuses. These disgusting creatures that continue to pollute her skies. Burn her lands. Killing the environment all around the world inch by inch. Such creatures she would have no problem watching become extinct if it meant the planet's survival. Unfortunately however another doesn't quite share the same opinions as her. Quite frankly the only individual she would listen to on the matter. A man she has come to respect a great deal. A man she has come to admire from afar. Not just for the sacrifices he makes every single night when he wears the cowl but for also the countless sacrifices he makes every single day as the man under the hood. As the proclaimed billionaire playboy. A ridiculous notion. If only these pathetic mammals knew the truth. He wasn't some billionaire playboy that thought with his other head. No he is something entirely different. Something they will never truly understand. He is a god. A living and breathing god. A god they should be worshipping by these disgusting mammals every single day and night. By these disgusting insects that with a snap of her fingers right now she could rid herself of but he wouldn't want that. He wouldn't want anymore innocent blood to be shed and as much as it pains her to do so she will honor his request but that doesn't mean her children can't rid this burden in front of her out of her sight and with that as though they are sensing their mistress's emotions suddenly the vines spring forward causing a chain reaction to occur.
Cause for a lone woman's screams to echo through the air as she is hauled up off her feet and left dangling upside down for everyone to see. A scream that is followed by many more as citizen after citizen suddenly find themselves entangled up by vines shooting up out of the cracked pavement beneath them and hoisted up into the air like a worm on a line. As police officers one after another draw their weapons in an attempt to free citizens from their binds with a few of them turning their handguns in her direction the moment she starts to walk forward with one particular officer looking more foolish than the rest. A newer recruit who tries his best to show no fear across his face despite his eyes betraying him. A recruit who makes one wrong move from the way he brings his thumb up and cocks back on the barrel of his handgun while training his firearm directly between her eyes.
A foolish motion which just makes her anger rise up from the pit of her stomach as she comes to a stop and gives him the coldest of looks that makes him start to sweat bullets. The longest moments of the young man's life before he too joins the rest of the citizens' fate when green vines come soaring through the air pinning his arms by his sides before he has a chance to use his firearms. A predictument he is soon joined by the rest of his fellow officers around him. Officers despite their best efforts are hoisted up in the air like the citizens before them with many of them losing their grip on their firearms. As police cruisers are tossed to the side spinning until they land upside down. As media outlet vans are crushed inward from vines wrapping around them in a vice grip. Citizens no matter how much they thrash against their bindings,no matter how much they scream,no matter how loud they call out for help remain hoisted up into the air as a clear path is made to head straight towards the hospital. A path only one individual takes as with a sway in her hips Ivy makes her way forward towards the hospital completely ignoring the screams echoing around her. Completely ignoring the frightened looks across all those that see her making her way past them.
Like it matters. She is quite used to these looks. These horrifying looks whenever she makes any sort of appearance in this city. These fearful eyes whenever she raises up just one of her fingers with many suspecting some kind of horrific event to transpire because of her previous history and that suits her just fine. They should be afraid of her. Should run in terror at the mere sight of her. She has no time for the weak. If she had it her way only the strong would survive. A clear mindset that another unfortunately does not share with her but no matter. Just like every plant with enough time and love sprinkled in, something beautiful will come out of it and make no mistake about it something good will come out of this. Something memorable.
" Freeze!?"
A shout coming in front of her making Ivy snap out of her thoughts and lift her eyes up from the pavement to stare directly ahead, finding a sight that just makes her green eyes turn hard. Make her scowl as two lone guards stand directly in front of the entrance doors of the hospital with their weapons drawn. Guards that look just as frightened as the same pathetic excuses of mammals who dangle upside down screaming for their very lives. These frightened looks she can see getting stronger by the second underneath her stare. Pitiful insects in her book. Shouldn't they know better by now? Didn't they know they are in the presence of a goddess such as herself? A goddess that has slaughtered so many pathetic and disgusting mammals such as themselves and wouldn't lose a nick of sleep with their very lives added to the list? They should consider themselves lucky she isn't the same Poison Ivy that would have taken their lives with ease. Isn't the same Poison Ivy that would feed their rotting corpses to her hungry children. No this Poison Ivy has turned over a new leaf. This Poison Ivy is different but that doesn't mean she still doesn't have a few old tricks still up her sleeves and what she has in mind never fails. Even now as she raises her left hand out causing them to flinch from her sudden action before to everyone's horror she softly blows at her open palm causing this red mist to slowly travel through the air in the direction of the armed guards. A mist that quickly surrounds the guards causing a variety of emotions to quickly flash across their faces before it lands only on one. A look she has seen many times come across of all those that breath in her pheromone dust. These lustful looks that promise her every demand will be met without a second thought. A dust she has seen even the strongest of men have their minds bended to her will.
All except him. Just another thing that shows just why they truly belong with each other. A man, she can picture so perfectly in her mind right now making her lips flicker upward for a split second before she masks her emotions and without showing any emotion Ivy closes the rest of the distance between herself and the entrance of the hospital but not before she comes to a stop and pays each of the dazed guards a pointed look.
" Knock yourselves out."
A command that barely escapes her lips before she is rewarded with instant results as each guard moves from their respective spots to follow their mistress's command. One guard who simply gets a running start with his head bowed down and sends himself headfirst into a nearby wall causing his unconscious form to slump backwards onto the unforgiving pavement. As for the other guard? He decides to take a more creative and yet painful approach to please her. The way he races forward and sends his body crashing through the entrance doors causing them to shatter upon impact sending thousands of shards of broken glass everywhere. An unconscious man, she only pays an annoyed glance at before she steps over his body and adventures inside of the hospital with numerous doctors,nurses,and even patients running in the opposite direction in the hopes of avoiding her. Mammals she can clearly hear warning every single occupant as their shouts and screams echo off the hospital walls. These loud noises making her face morph into a scowl as she walks down the halls of the hospital. Halls that quickly empty the moment anyone gets a mere glimpse of her and this suits her just fine. None would be harmed in any way so long as they stay out of her way and so far they are doing a good job at doing so. No on duty security guards approaching her in an futile attempt to stop her advance. No doctors trying to play the hero by ambushing her from behind. Not even a single nurse trying to plead their case in hopes of convincing her to spare the lives of everyone in the building. Such pleas that would be heard by deaf ears. Don't these mammals know how to read? Don't they know even if she wanted to causing their deaths would only end up hurting her newfound relationship with Bruce on so many levels? That and that alone keeps her from shouting at these nuisance that keep trying to avoid her as she ascends up floor after floor. This reason and that reason has kept her rage in check otherwise not one of these mammals would be left standing right now.
Emerging onto the top floor of the building following the trail of screams that echo through the floor not bothering to pay a single glance at any of the patients and doctors looking at her through the small window of their hospital rooms making her way down a long hallway as she comes to find a lone nurses station in the center of the floor with a few nurses behind the counter staring directly at her with nothing but fear without looking away Ivy slowly makes her way over with her eyes trained directly on a lone nurse. A lone nurse whose face starts to pale as her horror filled eyes stare right back into her green own. As her body starts to tremble and back up until she jumps up in fright when her back hits up against the back wall while Ivy inches closer and closer until the nurse finds herself staring directly into the vixen's eyes from just a few feet away. A woman who barely has a chance to flinch before she lets out a scream when Ivy's left hand snaps forward to grasp the front of her nurse's uniform and pull her even closer to the vixen until they are nose to nose.
" Where is he?"
Focusing solely on the nurse and the nurse alone letting her intentions become crystal clear of what will become of her if she doesn't give her the correct answer from the way she tightens her grip ignoring the way the woman trembles from her gaze seeing movement out of the corner of her eye as she sees the nurse bring her hand up and point down the hallway to the right of them releasing her hold on the nurse without looking back Ivy walks around the nurses station and makes her way down the hallway zoning directly on a lone room at the end of the hallway completely oblivious to how the moment she is out of sight the nurse sinks down to the floor hugging her knees with tears trickling down her cheeks. A closed hospital door she takes no time in approaching before the moment she opens up the door and her eyes come to look forward every ounce of anger leaves Ivy at the sight she takes in. The sound of a heart monitor beeping echoing through the air. The sounds of an oxygen machine constantly in motion. A lone faint light shining down on a hospital bed just enough to reveal the occupant of the room. A lone man whose current condition for the first time tonight makes hot tears trickle down her cheeks. Makes her throat become dry as her legs shake violently threatening to give out on her at any moment. Legs that suddenly as though they have a mind of their own make her slowly approach the hospital bed until she is hovering over the side looking down towards his sleeping face. Looking down towards his unconscious form with only the steady rising and falling of his chest providing her any comfort.
" Oh Bruce."
Staring down towards his sleeping face doing her best to suppress the anger building up within her at this unspeakable sight before her with her left right shaking uncontrollably by her side reaching down Ivy lays her left hand down against the side of Bruce's cheek.
" What have they done to you?"
Stroking his cheek gently with her thumb hoping against hope that somehow her touch alone will make his eyes open just for her receiving nothing but silence retracting her hand from his cheek not even bothering to wipe away her tears moving around to the foot of the bed to pluck his hospital chart hanging off from the side. A chart the moment her eyes flicker down the skip through the contents makes nothing but disbelief fill her eyes as a deep frown forms across her face. A frown that deepens with every test result she reads with this cold chill running up and down her spine until a silent gasp escapes her lips Until her tears intensify soaking the chart down below. As her frown disappears into a scowl as she starts to stare down at the chart with so much hatred filling her eyes. A chart that is slowly making her worst nightmare come to life before her very eyes. A nightmare there is no waking up from. This is reality and reality is….
Shaking her head, ridding herself from the thoughts that are starting to plague her mind, ripping her eyes away from the chart making her way back to the side of Bruce's hospital bed ignoring the stares she can feel coming from the open doorway leaning down close Ivy whispers softly into his ear.
" You're the only one for me. You know that right? Nobody else even comes close. Not anybody."
Leaning back slightly so that she can have a clear look at his face laying her left hand gently back down on Bruce's cheek earning confused and horrified looks from her audience ignoring each and every single one of them as though they are the only ones in the room Ivy strokes Bruce's cheek lovingly.
" You've done so much for this city. So much for them."
Unable to keep the venom out of her voice as she nods her head towards the open doorway not even needing to see the way the crowd of nurses and doctors must have retracted back from her gesture after a few moments of just staring down at Bruce's sleeping face the scowl disappears from Ivy's face into a look of understanding. She understood his hidden motives behind being The Batman. Far more than anyone could ever realize.
" But i understand. I know why you do the things you do and i may not agree with most of them but i do understand. I understand why you try so hard to better this city. I understand why you try to see only the best in people but you have to understand this. Some people in this world can't be saved. They simply don't wish to be saved and only want to watch the world burn around them. Just like the man that did this to you."
Man? No she is mistakened. No the one that has done this is a monster. A disgusting excuse for a human being. A man who prides himself on causing harm to everyone around him while wearing a smile. A man who has a storied history of hurting those she has come to care about in this world. A clown whose face instantly fills her thoughts. Instantly makes her free hand clutch the handlebar on the side of Bruce's hospital bed tightly. Makes her scowl as the sound of his disturbing laugh fills her eardrums. As the image of his twisted smile appears in front of her very eyes. A face she will rip away piece by piece and feed to her children until nothing is left. Until this bad dog is finally put to sleep for good.
" And that is why he must be stopped for good before he has a chance to hurt someone else. You may hate me for this. Maybe even never forgive me but you will in time. This I promise you."
Tucking her hand underneath the oxygen mask covering his face to lift it upwards with a smile slowly forming leaning down gently, Ivy presses her lips against Bruce's own causing a loud gasp to be heard coming from the open doorway. A gasp that goes ignored for the time being as she enjoys the moment before she pulls back and puts the oxygen mask back on his face with her smile fading away as slowly she turns her attention to look over her shoulder at their audience standing at the open doorway. An audience that stares in absolute horror at her for what she had just done with many flickering their eyes towards Bruce with nothing but deep concern and they should be. They should be deeply concerned for his well being. Especially from the next words that escape her lips. Words they take to heart believing every single word she says.
" If his vitals change even the slightest bit before i return here, I'll kill every single man,woman,and child inside of this building."
Flickering lights. A turned over coffee table. A small television set playing with it's volume turned up to the max. Bullet holes littering a few spots through a small apartment including a thrown open apartment door. Three bodies staining the hardwood floors with puddles of their own blood. A gruesome sight. A sight that would make anyone run away in fright but for her? For her it brings almost this homely feeling. A feeling that hasn't been here for so long but it's here now thanks to her former puddin. But honestly though hasn't he learned anything yet? It's not nice to disturb a girl when she is busy but she supposes she'll forgive him this one last time. Afterall her playmates had come barring so many new toys for her to play with. What were their names again? Knuckles,Vinnie,and Kowalski? She can't remember. More like dumb,dumber,and dumbass in her book. All of them had been such lousy aims. It was a wonder how they somehow missed the television set when they decided to shoot up the place but whatever. This wouldn't be her home for much longer anyways. No soon enough she will be moving into a much more cozier place. Into a place built for a daddy's little princess much like herself.
But first she just needed to put on the final touches. Just needed to get done putting on her makeup for her big night out. Some black eyeliner here and there. Her hair tied up into a pair of ponytails just the way she likes it. Her skin tight black and red leather pants that hug her curves so perfectly. Her equally black and red vest. A newfound look that has yet to be seen by the public and for good reason. In secret she hoped Batman would be the first to see her parading around in her new attire just to see his reaction. She still bets his jaw would have dropped to the floor despite his best efforts but no matter. Once he is all better he'll have plenty of time to drool all over her in places even her former puddin could never get wet.
Dropping the eyeliner down into the sink below looking up into the slightly cracked mirror in front of her as she finds her reflection smiling widely back at her with a look of approval returning the smile with a wink turning on her heels Harley skips out of the bathroom humming a silent tune to herself. A tune that stays with her as she skips through the destroyed living room and plucks her favorite instrument of destruction off from the wall before she changes course and heads in the direction of her apartment door.
" Oh babies!?"
A shout that carries through the apartment before rushing footsteps coming from her bedroom makes Harley turn before the biggest smile comes across her face when two of her favorite companions come barreling towards her with their tongues hanging out of their open mouths. Her two loyal canine companions Bud and Lou. Her two spotted hyenas that even after having to spend so much time away from them had been here waiting for her inside of this very same apartment and she has a good feeling just who she needed to thank for that.
" Come on my babies! It's time for you to meet your new daddy!"
Rubert Thorne. A name whenever spoken gets an instant reaction. A rather mixed reaction depending upon who it is heard by. Some that would look rather pleased hearing the name being spoken. Others that would look rather disgusted as though thinking he is the lowest scum on the face of the Earth but most that hear the name? They are the ones with the common reaction. These looks of fear. These horrified looks as though expecting someone to come lurking behind them with a gun already drawn with clear intentions in their mind and it's not for good reason either. He is a man to be feared. A man many have said to be the mob leader of the criminal underworld here in Gotham City. A man that has evaded the law on so many occasions. Has avoided never spending a single day behind bars and everyone knew why and it was because of three simple words. Money,power,and fear. The three keywords in life to make anyone successful. That is the way he always puts it to all those that come under his employment.
A man who now sits back smoking on a cigar just enjoying the show in front of him right now. What was her name again? Candy? Candice? Yes! That's it Candice. His faithful assistant. A woman that would do anything to please him. Just like she is doing right now. It was like he always said. Everyone is a part of the show here and she is no different. The way she grinds herself against his sitting form with her skirt slowly coming down revealing the blue lingerie beneath. The way her usually tied up long black hair hangs down loosely her bare back with her work shirt discarded along with her blue bra long ago. This may not have been what she signed up for but no one tells him no and she is no different. A woman who takes his mind off everything that is going on around him as they occupy a private room on the second floor of his favorite club while his loyal men enjoy their own personal show back down on the first floor.
And men that do just that sitting back enjoying the show unfolding in front of their very eyes on the stage while knocking back drink after drink. One of the many benefits to working for someone like Rupert Thorne. An endless flow of cash filling their pockets and all the women they could fuck at their peck and call. A perfect life for many of them. It was as they say. Not everyone can be born into a rich spoiled little punk like many have in this city and speaking of spoiled little punks that is the sole reason why they are even in this position right now. The clown might not have gotten the job done but if the latest intel was any indication then the heir of The Wayne fortune would be dead before long bringing an end of a line to another historic name in this city. A spoiled little punk they can picture now being coyed and fussed over like a little baby while numerous doctors and nurses watch over his pathetic and weak form. Oh how easy it would be just to go into his hospital room and put a bullet in his head but they have their orders and until the boss says otherwise they will stand down and just enjoy the show and boy is it a good show. A show that has been going on for what seems like hours. A shame the boss wanted to keep Candice all to himself but no matter. The rest of the girls are just fine with them and speaking of girls the next is just about to hit the stage if the lights dimming is any indication. The way this low volume music starts to play in the background before a figure starts to flaunt her way across the stage with a sway in her hips. A woman that draws the attention of every single one of them from the way she grinds up against the stripper pole with her black latex leather suit showing off her perfect curves. The way she slides on down with the pole pressing up against her backside leaving nothing to the imagination. A woman whose face keeps being concealed thanks to the dim lighting but that doesn't matter. No soon enough she would be revealing much more than her pretty face. But those that can't wait for that moment like the henchmen sitting closest to the stage? He can't help but lean out of his seat hoping to catch a glimpse of what is being hidden out of sight. A man that is instantly seen by the woman from the way she spins around the stripper pole before to overwhelming cat calls slowly she makes her way towards him on all fours. A sight that makes the man grin from ear to ear as his yellow rotting teeth make an appearance before his smile vanishes completely when her face is revealed.
" Meow."
A simple word that makes the henchmen recoil in total shock as many others scramble to their feet while fishing for their firearms. A sight that just makes the woman smirk as she comes to stand upright before the sound of a loud crack is heard when she grabs a hold of her whip from her belt and slams the end down on the end of the stage.
" Oh fuck! Yes,yes…."
Ah there is nothing quite like this. Furthermore he feels as though he is on top of the world. A bank account filled with enough cash to last several lifetimes. A fallen prince on his deathbed. A lovely woman riding him while he sits back smoking on his cigar while letting her do all the work. Yes there is nothing quite like this. Sure he would have wished the clown had finished the job he had been tasked with but he couldn't complain. In the end every party would be satisfied. Soon enough Bruce Wayne will be dead. Soon enough the clown will have the money transferred into his account. Soon enough he will gain absolute power of the city with no resistance in his way and to think Mr Sionis believes he will be the beneficiary of this little arrangement. Foolish boy. Once Mr Wayne is dead who says he won't turn his sights towards him? It would be the right thing to do for business. A man that will be easy enough to rid himself of but for once he won't worry about that and instead will just enjoy the moment. So much so that with blowing a puff of smoke out of his mouth leaning his head back Rubert closes his eyes as the sound of Candice's blissful shouts echoes through the room meanwhile just behind him the door to the private room slowly creaks open with a black clawed hand sneaking its way into the room. A hand that creeps silently up the wall as its owners stares directly at the lone couch where Rubert and Candice are found before without a second thought she flicks the light switch causing the whole room to turn pitch black.
A loss of lightning that instantly makes Candice stop and look around panting and gasping for breath with sweat dripping down her bare skin while Rubert's eyes snap wide open.
" What's going on?"
" Be quiet!"
Well it was about time in his book. He had been expecting Batman to show up anytime now to question him about the attack on Bruce Wayne. It was always the same song and dance with him. Anything that would go down in the city he would be the first the caped crusader would question. He couldn't blame him. This is his city after all. But something about this doesn't quite feel right. Something about this feels off and he soons figures out why when the sound of a loud crack is heard causing the soft melody of jazz that had been playing in the background to come to a crashing halt. The way he can hear heels clanging against the ground. Yes this certainly wasn't Batman so that just begs the question of just who is this that is paying him a visit. A mystery woman that circles around the couch right now before with pinpoint aim she flicks the light switch once again with the end of her whip causing the lights to come back on causing Candice to throw her hands up to shield her eyes while Rubert merely looks away for a split moment before he turns his head back forward and a scowl comes across his face.
" Selina Kyle."
The famous Catwoman. A woman with many tastes or so he has heard. One minute an ally to Batman the next his enemy and judging from the look on her face right now he knew just which one she currently is at the moment. This furious look across her face as her whip dangles by her side. A whip that comes snapping forward the moment he pushes Candice off from him and reaches for his concealed handgun before the firearm is sent flying and his hand recoils into his chest with a wide gash opened up on the back of his hand. A motion that just makes Catwoman smirk for a brief moment before she snaps her head in Candice's direction when she sees the woman making a dash for her discarded clothes in which she assumes contains a concealed firearm of her own within. A chance she doesn't allow to happen as with a slight twirl she wraps the end of her whip around the back of Candice's right ankle and with a tug brings the woman crashing down face first to the ground with a thud. A thud that goes ignored as the moment she sees movement out of the corner of her eye instantly Catwoman turns her sights back towards Rubert and with a swift kick to his chest sends him tumbling backwards causing him to flip over the back of the couch while bringing the piece of furniture along with him. A couch with one arm he lifts up and crawls out from underneath while his injured hand clutches tightly to his chest as he starts wheezing. As his vision gets blurry with nothing but the sound of heels clanging against the ground echoing through his eardrums. This clanging that gets louder and louder by the second before the sight of these black leather legs makes Rubert look up before his eyes widen when he feels the cold steel of his handgun being pressed up against the middle of his forehead.
" I'm only going to ask you this once."
Making her intentions perfectly clear from the way she cocks back on the barrel loading a round into the chamber without showing any sort of remorse removing the handgun from his forehead rearing back Catwoman smacks Rubert hard across the face with the barrel causing his head to smash down onto the ground.
" Who hired the hit on Bruce Wayne?"
Receiving nothing but this smirk that makes her blood coil making her way back to her feet without a second thought changing the direction of the end of the handgun instantly Catwoman pulls back on the trigger sending a lone round soaring into Rubert's right knee causing him to rear his head back and roar in pain before his screams only intensify when she gives his left knee the same treatment. Screams that are like music to her ears. If he wouldn't talk before she would be damned if he would sing like a canary just waiting to be slaughtered by her claws. Lowering herself back down snapping her free hand down to grab a fistful of his shirt with a tug, Catwoman pulls Rubert upright before even to his shock he shoves the end of the handgun into his mouth and once again cocks back on the barrel.
" I'm going to ask you one last time. Who hired the clown?"
The Sionis Estate. A small manor once owned by such a pristine family. A family whose name had started to grow through the years thanks in large part to their secret dealings made behind the scenes. Janus Cosmetics Corporation. Such a simple name. A name many thought gave away everything they should expect. Those that had been foolish enough. No, the company was much more than a cosmetics corporation. It is so much more. A company estimated once to be worth in the millions but now? Now they would get lucky just to get a mere million all thanks to one individual. A lone man sitting inside of the den staring straight ahead at a badly burned wall directly across the room while stirring his glass of wine slowly within his right hand. A badly burnt room that tells a story of its own. Tells of the way intense flames had once been felt all around causing the family's personal library to be lit up into flames. Tells of how the heat had been so intense the paint had started to peel off the walls until nothing remained. And this chair. His father's chair. A chair he would always find his father residing in. A badly burnt chair that has lost all of its original color leaving this rather disgusting sight behind in its wake.
Just how the fire started was anyone's best guess. Experts claim it had been from a lit cigar going unattended. Others claim it had been an attempt to hide an assination from the way certain objects around the room seemed out of place. Oh how those that thought this were so close to knowing the truth and the truth is simple. This fire wasn't an accident like many believe it to be. No it has been murder. Plain and simple. A way for another to assume his rightful place at the head of the throne. He wished it didn't have to come to this but he knew it would come to this in the end. His parents simply refused to die like they should have long ago. Like cockroaches no matter how many times their lives had been threatened they simply continued to live through it causing him to take matters into his own hands and what better place for a final resting place for them then the very place they often spent most of their time in. just looking around the room he can remember perfectly the crime scene photos shown to him from that glorious night. Remember seeing everything they held so dear in this room turned into nothing but piles of ash. Remember seeing his father charred form covering his mother's equally charred body while nothing but absolute terror can be seen across their faces. Looks he'll never forget. Looks Roman can picture so perfectly now making a sinister smile come across his face along with another.
How he wished he could have been there to see the look on Bruce Wayne's face the moment the clown pointed a loaded gun at him. He reckons the billionaire playboy pissed his pants before the bang soon followed. Still it was a bit of a disappointment the clown could not finish the job. He supposes this is what he gets. It is so hard to find good help these days. So hard to find gullible and weak minded fools that don't ask questions and instead just do what they are told without asking any questions. Just like the men stationed outside of the manor. Men that have not asked any questions about their upcoming payment for their services though he has heard the whispers of possible blackmails in the making. Let them talk. It was how he once said. He is untouchable. He is a Sionis and no one dares question a Sionis's honor. Their word is their bond and despite these pathetic excuses they'll get the payment promised to them. They will just have to work for it.
The very same disgruntled men that walk around just outside of the manor setting up a perimeter in case a certain pointed ear psycho decides to pay him a visit. Just in case any unexpected company decides to pay a visit but nothing so far. Two days and still no signs of any masked freaks. No signs of any wackos dressed in halloween costumes. Nothing but absolute silence and that is just fine with him. Perhaps the proclaimed world's greatest detective is just like what he has always believed all hype. Surely by now the masked freak must have found something to justify a visit here to the manor. It wasn't as though it was a well guarded secret of just who had encouraged the clown to target the so-called golden son of Gotham City. Not that it took much work and for once he had to thank Bruce Wayne for that. Such a foolish man that could have had any woman anywhere on the planet due to his name and wealth alone but for some reason he had decided to set his sights on that woman. That….bitch! Harley Quinn. The Joker's one time right hand woman. A nice piece of ass but a woman that came with a lot of baggage. A woman who will be sorry for the day she ever disrespected him. Will beg for mercy the next time he sees her and he promises it won't be quick. It won't be easy but he will promise her one thing. He will do everything he wants to her with a smile.
But no matter. Her time will come. Soon enough Bruce Wayne will be dead. Soon enough The Wayne Empire will come crashing down with a new age born from the ashes. An age that will never be forgotten. The age of the Sionis Empire. A constant thought on the mind of Roman while his guards think differently outside. Their thoughts drift off towards the shadows as though just waiting for a figure to pop out of them at any moment. As their eyes keep in constant motion just looking for a glimpse of a black cowl staring back at them emotionlessly. This sense of uneasiness that has started to settle in making every single one of them jump at the faintest of sounds. Make their palms sweat causing their firearms to nearly slip out of their hands. An uneasiness that has followed them for these past two nights. The two longest nights of their lives just waiting for the caped crusader to bust into the joint and target their boss but so far nothing. Nothing but long nights filled with silence. Filled with nothing but uneasy nerves. If he was to show up they just wished he would do so already.
A thought a lone guard has as he patrols the front gates of the manor before a faint sound coming from the distance makes him come to a pause. This faint sound that starts to get louder making him turn his head towards the sound before his eyes go wide and he raises his machine gun up when he sees a pair of headlights approaching from the distance. This unknown vehicle with the high beams on approaching the front gate quickly until before he knows it he is forced off his feet when the vehicle comes crashing through the gates causing him to leap out of the way just in time from getting hit. A vehicle whose speed doesn't decrease even the slightest as it continues on forward drawing the attention of every one of his fellow guards around the manor. Guards who only stare at the rapidly approaching vehicle for a mere split second before in unison they all raise up their firearms and open fire on the vehicle. A vehicle that suddenly becomes riddled with bullet holes as round after round hits their mark. As the front and back windshields are blown apart into thousands of shards of broken glass. As tire after tire are blown out. As the engine is heard dying down as nothing but flames coming out of the hood can be seen. A sight that would have left every single one of them quite pleased if it wasn't for what they see in the driver's seat of the vehicle. No blood. No bodies. Nothing but what appears to be some kind of device connected to the steering wheel. This sight that leaves each and every single one of them stunned as a lone woman watches from the shadows with a smile on her face while she quietly chews on a piece of bubble gum. A woman the moment she starts blowing a bubble raises up a remote control in her right hand before at the same time as her bubble popping she presses down on the trigger causing the vehicle to explode sending every one of her would be attackers flying back first to the ground with many of them sporting numerous cuts across their faces and chests.