A horse stood tied up outside of the Iceberg Lounge as it's rider followed a lead. Jonah had waited a few minutes for Two-Face to leave the club, then he watched as several men, in groups of two, left the lounge. Assuming them to be the henchmen Two-Face mentioned, the bounty hunter now found himself sneaking down a dark alley, two men in his sight. He was far enough away he couldn't hear their conversation, but he had a feeling they'd lead him right back to Two-Face's hideout. Jonah didn't see the bag of garbage laying in the street that his spur cut open, but once he heard the noise he threw himself against a dumpster to escape the two men's line of sight.
"Hey, d'you hear that?" one asked as they turned to see an empty alleyway. They held for a few seconds, straining their ears in the ambient noise of Gotham. "Ah, must've just been a damn cat." They turned around and started their march again. Hex peeked his head from the side of the dumpster and slowly crept onward. The two henchmen weaved through the scattered alleys and back streets, but Jonah never lost sight of them. A newspaper box barely hid the cowboy as he watched the two men walk into an abandoned building. Once the door latched, Jonah stood in the street and stared at the stone structure. Above the boarded up windows was the fading paint of the company title, 'Liberty Federal Minting". Jonah took another spit of excess tobacco saliva and made his way up the steps and pass the 'condemned' yellow tape around the door. Press machines covered in ageless dust stood as silent monuments in the dark factory. Hex's cowboy boot almost tripped over something on the floor. He looked down to see it was one of the guards he had been following, now unconscious. Further investigation proved there were 4 of Two-Face's henchmen lying on the ground out cold.
"You boys just can't get enough of me." a sensuous voice wafted from the dark. Jonah instinctively grabbed his gun as he searched for the source. He found it in the form of a slender woman in a black jumpsuit. There was a wiggle in her walk as her high heeled boots sounded a 'clip' on the concrete floor. She was sizing up the cowboy as she drew closer, "You don't look like one of Two-Face's boys." she came close enough to run her fingers around his widened eye and over his deformed mouth, "even if you have the face for it." the woman circled around him.
"Who are you supposed ta be?" he asked, his eyes motioning to her unusual cap with little ears sewn in it. This question seemed to playfully upset her as she stepped out of the bounty hunter's arm length.
"Oh honey, you really aren't one of Two-Face's boys. If you were, you'd've heard of the Catwoman." she took pride in her name.
"Ah, hence the ears and the catsuit." he brought attention to the provocatively unzipped suit. "This yer handiwork?" he waved his hand that wasn't holding a revolver at the downed goons.
"Yeah, but ol' Harv got away, cowboy." she joked and it was enough to break a smile on Hex's face.
"Well, ya know where that varmint ran off ta?" Catwoman waved her finger at him.
"Un ah. I'm not telling you. I beat it out of these stiffs fair and square. Harvey and I have some catching up to do and I don't need John Wayne messing up the night." her stubborn answer turned Jonah's smile back to his usual grimace. He raised up his Colt Navy to meet her head.
"I ain't interested in playing games, girl." the cowboy growled out. This soured Catwoman's mood as her playful smile too left her smooth face. As Jonah pulled back the hammer, she threw up an arm. Jonah's aim was thrown off and when the gun went off the bullet smashed into a pallet of misprinted coins. Catwoman had disappeared back into the dark corners of the factory. Jonah grabbed his other Colt out of the left holster and raised both of them up, scanning for the elusive woman. A shadow caught his attention moving across the top catwalks. Alternating between his left and right hand, Jonah fired off all 11 shots, following the shadow through the factory. He couldn't get ahead of her, all the bullets sparking up when they crashed into the metal framework. There was finally a 'click' when Hex pulled the trigger. He quickly holstered one gun and began to dig in his pocket for percussion caps and paper cartridges. A whip cracked out from the darkness, striking his hand causing the other gun to fall.
"That's some way to treat a lady." Catwoman appeared once more brandishing the whip that struck Jonah. The gunslinger reached for his Colt Navy, but as he bent down Catwoman's whip cut into his hand with another crack. He straightened back up, clutching his hand. The whip cracked again next to his ear, the sound worse than the notch carved into his ear. Again it came towards his head, but Hex raised his forearms to defend himself. The leather whip brushed across his gray officer's jacket. Jonah took a step closer, keeping an eye on that deadly whip. Catwoman took a little twirl and sent a wide swing with her weapon. Jonah threw out his arm, the bullwhip wrapped around his arm. He pulled tight on it and used his free hand to grab the Bowie knife from his belt. One swift slash cut the whip to half it's length. Closing the distance, Jonah threw off the whip wrapped around his arm and shoved the knife back to it's sheath. Catwoman dropped the now useless weapon and fanned out her hands, little claws protruding from her suit's fingertips. She pounced towards the cowboy. Hex reared back his left fist for a powerful hook as she flew in on him. The punch connected on her chin, sending the feline to the floor. This cat didn't land on her feet. A fancy handspring put her back up quickly, ready to repay Jonah for that shot. She swung her claws in from the right, hissing like the wild animal she pretended to be.
"Ya really try ta sell it." he quipped as his stiff arm stopped the swipe. Jonah went for a gut punch, put his fist was wrapped up by the other set of deadly nails. They struggled against each other till the thief threw a knee into his stomach, knocking the air from him. Claws swiped in from the right, putting a gash on the good side of his face. He retaliated with a blind punch, but it was easily dodged by the nimble gymnast. Some more fancy flips and floor work put some distance between the two combatants. Jonah, still holding a hand to his bloodied face, watched as the Catwoman bolted towards him. He hunkered down, intending on being the immovable object, but the feline had other plans. Flying into the air, her boots smashed against Hex's chest. He flew backwards until the pallet of coins stopped his momentum and threw off his hat. He laid in the crushed boxes, coins falling all around him, plinking when they hit the concrete. Confident she'd bested the old cowboy, Catwoman sauntered over towards his bruised body. When she came in close enough, Jonah surprised her with a rush, extending a hand towards her exposed chest.
"What are you trying to grab there, cowboy?" she spoke with sly intentions. Jonah only cracked a half smile and took hold of the black leather collar around her neck. The thief didn't have enough time to counter as Hex's dirty knuckles dug into her throat. He threw her onto a nearby press machine, causing her to huff in pain. The bounty hunter took his free hand and grabbed the top plate of the machine. Catwoman continued to struggle, her claws gnashing at the hand on her throat.
" Tell me what yah know 'bout Two-Face er I'll be using yer skull as pocket change." Jonah grumbled through heavy breathing, his sandy hair a sweaty, tangled mess outlining his face. Catwoman continued to strain against him until she saw the anger burning in his oval eye. Relaxing her body with a sigh of defeat, she gave into Jonah's request.
"He just bought a property down in the Bottomlands." she divulged. Jonah cocked an eyebrow. Catwoman, her head still against the press, rolled her eyes. Hex may have gotten used to riding the streets of Gotham City, but he didn't know all the names. "The industrial docks out by the waterfront." she clued him in, "he bought one of the warehouse wharfs down there." Jonah had his next target. Catwoman continued, "Don't know why though. Given recent news my guess is he's going in business against Falcone Shipping." this was old information to the bounty hunter. Before she could go on, Jonah jerked her up from the press and tossed her back onto her feet.
"I ain't one much fer killing women. Get on up outta here." he waved his hand dismissively, "Or I'll spray ya with water." no smile accompanied the witty remark. Catwoman dusted her arm off and wiped some blood her her lip before turning her nose up at the grungy cowboy and trotting off into the dark.
"Best hope I don't get there first, cowboy." she teased from the dark. He ignored her as he walked over to pick his hat off the floor.