My name's Deliah.
You can call me Blue Eyes.
It wasn't too long after I graduated from the Guild that I got the Batman Job. My client actually wanted to have the honor of killing him personally. I was just supposed to capture him. The Colonel didn't mind much even if it wasn't exactly what the Guild does. Bats had been pissing a lot of people off all over town, including the Colonel himself. Had something to do with the snuff film business. He wanted him gone. So anyways, I got the job.
My plan was to draw him out, first. I had Gordo carry one of those big spotlights off the police station roof. They weren't using it to contact Bats much outside of the one time but they were still up there. They wouldn't miss it if I took just one. Gordo hooked it up to a portable generator down the block and stuffed it in an alley. Meanwhile, I had Maxine whip up a nice sedative that would be strong enough to put an ox to sleep. The fun part was all mine.
I found some poor sap in a local bar. I wore my best blue dress which brought out my eyes as well as other assets. He was buying me drinks after a few words and a sharp glance. It wasn't long before he wanted us to leave the dump and I didn't blame him one bit. We didn't walk far before I pulled him into a back alley and made it look like it was in a moment of passion. The poor schmuck probably thought he was gonna have the ride of his life. Gordo didn't do a great job of hiding the spotlight but considering how drunk the guy was at the time and how much his attention was on me, it didn't matter. I hiked up my dress and slid the straps off my shoulders, allowing him to feel my perfect, naked breasts. It was the last bit of pleasure he had before I snapped his neck. I pulled him to the side, propped him against the wall, and got my knife. I don't normally slice my targets up like this but it needed to look authentic; like a certain clownish lunatic was finally coming out of his hiding place. I carved a nasty little grin across his face with one, clean swipe. It was a shame, really. He was cute.
Then I flipped on the spotlight, poured on the tears, and waited. Sure enough, Bats showed up. I was a bit nervous at first. He was supposed to be pretty crazy. I heard a rumor that he finally cracked and killed some mugger in an alley but I wasn't sure how true that was. Anyway, when he stepped out of the shadows and I got a good look at that body in that skin tight suit, my knees were weak for a completely different reason. I wrapped my arms around him and did my best sobbing act, allowing him to feel my body press against his. Of course, I enjoyed every moment of it even if he didn't. Hey, can't blame a girl for taking an interest, even if it is a job.
"Oh, thank God you're here!," the act was pretty convincing. Seriously, I should've won an Oscar for this performance, "That psycho,... he just killed Richie and set this thing up. He... He said he wanted me to contact you. It's the Joker. Oh God... he killed Richie!"
He didn't say anything; he simply moved to the body, shinning a flashlight on it. I was a little annoyed about that, really. The guy didn't even take a second to check out the goods. He seemed mor einterested in the dead dude than me. Oh well. I think he was beginning to suspect something was up, judging by the way he looked at the body's face. Not that it mattered. Once his back was turned and he was looking over the dead guy in the alley, I pulled the needle from my purse and shoved it into his neck. He spun around, ripping the syringe out as he grabbed my wrist tightly. It made me gasp... but not for the reasons you might expect.
"What did you put in me?," he growled.
"I gotta get Maxine to make that stuff stronger," I said and put my stilleto heel into the side of his leg.
He gave me a good backhand and we both fell. He struggled to get back up, indicating the drug was beginning to take its toll. His words were slurred as he threatened me uselessly. I gave him a swift kick to the chops. It threw him on his back where he stayed put. I straddled him while he lay helpless, then took the opportunity to give him a kiss goodnight before he went completely under.
I hauled him into the trunk of my Mercedes and drove out of Sin City a little ways. The greenhouse was a few miles outside the city. A pretty far drive, actually. It was beginning to rain; an indication that Winter was over and we were headed for a few wet days before the heat got worse. I hate Sin City rain. The stuff is like syrup when it comes down, all thick and sticky. I finally got to my client's place and dropped him on the floor of the greenhouse.
"Not bad," Poison Ivy said as she gazed at his unconscious body, "Your employer was right to recommend you."
"No problem," I told her, "I just wish you would've given me the opportunity to at least seduce him. Kill him maybe."
"You wouldn't have succeeded in doing either."
"Don't be so sure."
She paid me and I took off, leaving Bats at her mercy. The rain was really beginning to come down. Seriously, I hate the stuff. My car sloshed its way down the road, the greenhouse disappearing behind me. Before long, it was practically coming down in a solid sheet of water. Wouldn't want to be caught in it.