A/N: Same deal with this chapter, not proof read, just wanna get this story to you guys ASAP.

Run Away Baby

And so they continued like this for months. Whenever Ana fell behind in rent, she would go to Cobblepot, and Lucy would follow her like a shadow, making sure she was safe and picking up a few explosives here and there.

Until the one day she decided to go when Ana wasn't there, that is.

They must've realized someone was shaving off the munitions, because she crept past the usual team and started filling her bag… only to feel a gun pressed to her head and hear the safety click off on a gun.

"Look what we have here boys. Looks like another ninja for the display case," one of the abnormally intelligent and stealthy goons chuckled, as Lucy was pulled up, disarmed and restrained.

"Maybe the boss'll let us play with her a bit-AGH!" the goon holding her cried out as she kicked him in a rather delicate area. She threw her head back, breaking his nose, before breaking his hold on her. She punched, kicked, elbowed, and hit her captors back, only to get overwhelmed by twenty more. They grabbed her limbs, waist, neck, hair, anything that would give them a hold on her, her cowl coming off in the struggle. Though she was practically immobile, she still thrust against the thugs with all her might. One thug went to knock her out but stopped at the last minute.

"Wait. I know her. She's Ana Andreyev's second in command," he realized, surveying her exposed and slightly bleeding face.

"The Whore?" Lucy threw herself toward that particular goon, only to get held back. The man's eyes widened. "Ooo! I don't think she likes me calling her boss what she is." They all chuckled.

"Wha's goin' on in 'ere?! 'Ave you berks got 'im or what?!" Penguin demanded as he waddled in. The goons responded by turning Lucy to face their Boss. Even he looked shocked. "You." He came closer and grasped Lucy's face bruisingly hard in his grip. "I knew someone was swiping from the demolitions stocks. Shame it had to be Ana," he clucked as his grin turned malevolent. "I'm sure I'll find a way to make her punishment fun for her too a course."

"No," Lucy choked out from the death hold. "She didn't know!"

"All the better, cause then that means I get to take care of you however I want, you being a defector and all," he grinned. Lucy gulped helplessly. This was the definition of bad.

RING!

Generally speaking, you shouldn't pick up a ringing phone in Arkham City. Thankfully, Ana knew exactly who was on the other line, and so was unafraid.

"Osvald, you cannot possibly want another go already. Or are you just getting more insatiable with age?" Ana greeted.

"ANA I'M SORRY! DON'T DO IT!" Lucy screamed on the other line. Ana's smile slipped off like melted snow off a roof.

"Vat's going on?" she said as calmly as she could.

"Just a simple misunderstanding, I'm sure, Ana," the Penguin sneered. "I caught your girl tryina steal my munitions. She says it was just this once and of her own accord, but I'm inclined to believe that she's been doing this for some time and under your orders."

"And vat makes you think that?"

"Because I've checked the past few months supplies and I'm short on every single one of them," he grit out.

"Perhaps Strange sold you short. Vouldn't put it past him to do just dat," she scoffed.

"Don't play games with me, Ana!" Cobblepot growled dangerously. There was the sound of a gun cocking on the line and Ana kept her breathing steady even as her heart pounded in her chest. "Now, you are gonna give me a straight answer: was she under your orders or not?!"

A moment of silence.

"… Yes. She vas vorking under my orders."

"ANA NO!" Lucy cried, but was cut off by a blow to the stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs.

"Hostages are to remain unharmed, Cobblepot!" Ana cried.

"What makes you so sure she's a hostage now?"

"Because you may like revenge, but you also like money. Ve're both businessmen, Mr. Cobblepot. So make me an offer on the safe return of my girl."

She could practically hear him grinning on the line. She prepared herself for the blow. "Ten million by tomorrow at sunrise." Shit.

"Ten million?!" she cried. That was more than she and her girls made in three months and he knew that.

"Yep. Unless you'd rather have Tiny get a treat tonight. Or my boys get a new plaything."

"NO!" she screamed, unable to keep the desperation out of her voice. She calmed down, but the damage was done. No going back now. "I'll get you your money. Just… don't hurt her."

"You have my word, Ana," the Penguin assured her slimily. "See you at Sunrise." He hung up.

Ana threw the phone down and put her face in her hands, pushing her bangs out of her eyes as her mind started working.

She had perhaps eight hours to come up with a quarter of a year's income to give in exchange for one of her girls. Her other lieutenants might be willing to chip in their savings, but she knew most of the other girls wouldn't. Even then, that wouldn't even make up one million. She brought out a bottle of Vodka and a pack of cigarettes, pouring a glass and lighting a joint in unison. She could ask for a loan from some of the other Rogues, but apart from Selina and maybe Ivy, none of them would stick their necks out for her. Besides, that would leave her, her girls, and her establishment even more in debt than they already were. She took a drag and exhaled to the ceiling, before her eyes lowered to her wardrobe. Of course. She got up, threw it open, pushed all the corsets, gowns, and other toys to the side to get at the secret compartment in the back. She then pulled out a black leather suit that hadn't seen the light of day in over twenty years.

The Black Widow, as the press had called her back in the day. A horribly cliché title in her opinion, but she supposed it made sense. She usually scouted out potential targets after meeting with clients and her suit had touches of red on the otherwise black surface. She laid it out on the desk in front of her, hand in her palm as she looked it over.

It would be a bit tight, but it would have to do.

Penguin's armory, though once Lucy's treasure trove, was now looking to be her tomb. At least that's what the thugs holding her seemed to think.

"Almost sunrise," one noted, leering at her through his black and white ski mask. He kneeled down and pulled the duct tape from her mouth. "Better get ready, Babydoll. You got a real long day ahead of you." She responded by spitting in his face.

He snarled and went to smack her, only for her to warn, "You lay a hand on me and you will lose that hand, as well as your head." He smirked before punching her across the face. She spat blood at him, only this time he was wiser and backed away. But a second later, a gunman screamed as a horrible cracking noise filled the room. Everyone started and ran toward the noise to find the man hanging from a gargoyle, like Batman had done with the inmates at Arkham Asylum… only this one wasn't hanging by his ankles, but by his neck.

"I lost one a you blighters! I better not lose another or you're gonna find yourselves losin' a lot more than my good graces!" Cobblepot's voice shouted over the radio, only for another scream to be cut off with a crack. The goons then had the smart idea to start destroying the gargoyles… only for their unwelcome visitor to start straight up breaking their necks, either jumping out of the grates at them or just sneaking up on them from behind. Finally, it was just the one that hit Lucy left.

"She's coooooomiiiiing!" Lucy sang creepily, only for the thug to drag her up by her hair.

"If I see so much as a shadow move, I'm gonna blow her brains out. YOU HEAR ME?!" The thug cried. However, he was in the center of a bridge, and so was vulnerable when a black clad figure's whip wrapped around his wrist and pulled him over the edge of the bridge to the floor a story below. He cried as he landed wrong on his leg and started up into the mask of a vigilante with a gun pointed at him. Only, it wasn't aimed at his head, rather, some place much more south. The gun went off with a BANG! and the goon screamed as the bullet tore through his nether regions. He lay there, rocking and curling in on himself as the figure climbed a rope to the top of the bridge and climbed onto the solid ground, kneeling next to the hostage.

"If you let that glorified whore cheat me outta my ransom, I'm gonna make what I did to them Arkham loonies look like a bloody holiday!" Cobblepot screamed, unaware that he had no one to scream at as Ana Andreyev freed Lucy.

"I'm so sorry, Ana, I didn't mean to get caught, I swear," Lucy promised.

"I know, let's just get out of here," Ana said. Quickly, she gave the gun to her charge, who aimed it on the last living thug, who was pathetically crawling away, her next shot going straight through his head. Then, the two women ran off into the night, knowing that things would only get worse from here.