Chapter 3 "Going Under"

(Safe house #7 Crime Alley)

Bruce closed the door and felt the female body he was in as it breathed heavily. He felt his upper back getting sore. As much as he hated it he was going to have to get some kind of support for the glands that was hanging and swaying in front of him. He moved through the safe house and opened a closet that he had shared with Selina years ago when she had to disappear because of an angry Rolland Dagget. He took out some of her clothes and studied the sizes before he decided that they would fit. Stripping off the clothes he had gathered from the unpleasent man he had knocked out he began redressing in Selina's old clothes. He felt stupid as he began to try to put on a bra and looked at the mirror.

He tried to place the girl he was looking at. For some reason he had seen her before, but the exact place escaped his memory until he turned and he saw a tattoo. She had the devil's face and pitchfork on her right butt cheek and then he remembered. This girl was a serious hitter for Falcone. She was the assassin that had nearly killed him a couple of years ago. As he dressed he felt a stabbing pain from his crotch and looked at the pants he had discarded. The crotch of them had blood stains. As he looked flashes of memories from the girls experences hit him.

(Three hours earlier)

Denise moved through the shadows as she neared the appartment complex. Officer Harris had pissed off Falcone for the last time and now she was going to punch his clock for him. She felt the weight of the hand gun as it pressed against her back in the small holder she had made for it. Once she reached the building she stepped in and smelled the rot from the old wood. Places like this needed to be closed down and burned so new buildings could come up. After all that is what Falcone had wanted all of the property in this area for. As she neared the apartment she heard a gun shot and then another. She moved against the wall and watched as Officer Harris stepped out clutching his chest and firing another shot back into the room.

The bark of his pistol was met with the bark of one from behind the door way and Harris slumped to the floor with a new hole in his head.

"I got 'em T'Bird! I got 'em man! Dumb old shit thought he could keep us from that paper!" A voice said.

"Enough SKank! Check the hall and then get back into the room! We got to find where he kept that meth money!" A voice that must have been T'Bird said.

The man called Skank stepped out and his eyes widened as he looked at Denise. She reached behind her but the pressure of a knife against the back of her neck stopped her.

"Don't move those pretty little hands." a rich dark voice said from behind her.

She moved her hands out and a free hand from the man behind her plucked out the short nine millimeter.

"Seems we found ourselves a hitter gentlemen." The rich voice said as he moved her to the room.

"Pretty 'lil thing ain't she?" said a man with long blond hair that looked as if he was trying to dress like the late Kurt Kobaine.

"Pretty or not her ass is ours. So who sent you girlie?" The man that was T'Bird said.

"Go fuck yourself." She answered coldly before she turned around and snapped the wrist of the man behind her. Her quick action was soon ended by the one of the others hitting her in the back of the head with something hard.

She opened her eyes to see her clothes gone and her arms and legs tied out.

"Fuckin' bitch! Let me cut her!" Said one whose wrist she had snapped.

"No Tin Tin we can't go straight out killing her. After all we don't know who she belongs to. We need to get that information from her. So I say we convince her that we're all friends here." T'Bird said.

"If that's the way we play then I say we hurt the bitch!" Tin Tin exclaimed.

"Mumk ooo!" She said through the gag in her mouth. She felt the one of them move his hands down her and she closed her eyes. Her entire life she had been trained to be a hitter. Her father Joseph LeRouge had been a hitter for the Maroone family, and he had trained her for the same business.

She had trained and lived for the soul purpose of being a weapon that she never had any relationships, she had never known what it was like to feel the embrace of another human being, and now she was going to feel it in the worse, and most degrading way possible.

Over the next two hours they tried to 'convince' her that they where friends. Each taking everything she had and laughing at her. She felt her hate for them welling up and when they were finally exhausted she made her move. Tin Tin had been foolish enough to leave a knife close enough to her hand that she was able to grip it and cut through her bonds. She moved slowly and killed Tin Tin with his own knife. Shoving the blade up through his lung making it impossible for him to breath. She then grabbed her gun and checked it to make sure they didn't pull out the ammo. Seeing that it was full she quickly turned it on T'Bird and Skank. As she turned to Fun boy she saw what he had. He was holding a needle full of meth and heroine mix. The mix was leathial, but she wasn't going to blink. He ran at her and even after she shot him she felt the burning sensation of the drug entering her arm. She clawed at the needle but it was too late. Slowly she fell to the floor and looked at the back ground outside of the window.

She could see the bat signal and wondered where he was tonight. If he could have been there, if he could have seen what happened would he have stopped them? Somehow she believed that he would. He was different than her, but they shared so much in common. She was a weapon for a vengeful man, and he was a weapon for justice.

Must be nice to not worry about staining your soul. She thought as the world got black.

(currently inside of the safehouse)

Bruce felt himself getting sick and he ran to the bathroom. He heard the vomit as it splattered against the water in the toilet. It wasn't the first time he had seen a rape, but when he had it was because he was simply to far away to stop it, but he sure as hell made the rapist repent before leaving. This time however he had witnessed it from the eyes of the victim, and somehow she was strong enough to overcome it and take vengeance back on those that had this to her. He shook it off and looked at the mirror.

"I'm sorry." He said to the reflection.

The next several minutes saw him putting together Selina's black jeans, sweatshirt, sneakers, and his own utility belt. Before he walked out he grabbed a black mask from the days before he became batman. The mask was a ski mask, but it would serve its purpose.

He turned and felt the breasts of the body he was in hitting against the door frame.

How does Diana manage to navigate with these things? He wondered as he backed up and then opened the door.