Meanwhile in the ghetto streets of Gotham
"Eleanor, I have to go and find Eleanor!"
A voice repeated the name Eleanor.
"Who said that?!" Jumping in terror, Lenore voice tremble, getting a trashcan lid to shield her. "I'm not scared to hurt you!"
A man with a gray suit and pants, with a blood red tie, trimmed slim figured, green eyes just like Bane's venom, appeared in front of Lenore with a sly, twisted grin, as he walked closer to Lenore.
"Easy, easy" the man spoke with a deep yet calm voice, "I'm here to help you find your friend, Eleanor."
Narrowing her eyebrow while a being skeptic, "Help me? So, you are the one that answered my prayers?" Putting down the trash can lid slowly down on the snow bank.
"Why yes, of course, if you do something for me," removing his suit jacket, putting it on Lenore to keep warm.
Still looking with question face, while creeping up from behind,
"Easy, it's not bad, unless you don't want a job and work with me. I mean you could stay here in the street and sell your body, then you'll be old and ugly with a dried up pussy, no man will want you, then you'll be getting sick with various diseases, and then you died with a regretful life."
Lenore eyes widen with terror as the realization of life was flashed before her eyes as the incognito man squeezed the woman's shoulders tighter. "But, but what about Eleanor? Will you hire you too?"
Tapping his long fingers on my shoulders," hire? Did he she try and find you?"
Looking down in shame, shaking her heavy head
"See, then why someone hire someone that is not reliable or trustworthy? I need someone that I trust that has beauty. I just need you to sign a contract. Do we have ourselves a deal?"
Looking up sheepish, "I, I, don't know."
"Well, it's either with me or what I told you earlier." The thin black bearded man whispered into her ear very softly.