Thread: ~City in the Dark~  (La Vida and Vicodin)

Talia was glad to finally be off that damned plane and in her hotel room that she had gotten under the name Natalya Borovsky. She lay down on the king size bed that dominated the large room. She decided she would unpack her things later, after a quick nap. She planned to go out tonight and see if she might be able to catch a glimpse of the Batman. She wondered exactly how much trouble she would need to cause to bait him to come after her. She didn't want to seem too much of a threat though. She didn't actually need him chasing her down she just wanted to see him. This was the man whom her father had trained. He had also been trained by some of the same masters who had trained her, but she felt that she clearly had the advantage. Talia had been trained to be an assassin since she was a child. Unlike Batman, she was not afraid to kill. In fact it was the whole reason why she was here. She had heard that during his training, the man who was now Batman had refused to kill a thief. He clearly had not been the homicidal type, but why was her father dead now? What had happened here a few months ago that led to her fathers death? She could reach no other conclusion that Batman had had a hand in it. Tahlia swore she would find out what had happened, and she would make him pay. She knew who Batman really was the billionaire playboy of Gotham City, Bruce Wayne. She remembered seeing him, watching him during his training. Her father had warned her to stay away from him, so she had been careful to never be seen. She wanted to get to know both Batman and Bruce Wayne, but the playboy would have to wait. Tonight her toy of choice was Batman. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the phone ringing on the nightstand by the bed, barely a foot away from her head A short, blaring sound, unlike any ring she had ever heard. It made her jump and took all of her control to not throw the damn thing across the room. She was hesitant, completely aware that no one knew she was here, but answered it anyway, switching immediately to her alias for her trip, a Russian heiress, her accent obvious but she spoke perfect English. Hallo? She asked cheerily. Good evening Ms. Barovsky. This is the front desk, we are just checking in to see if there is anything you need. The women on the other end asked politely. Talia had barely gotten up to her room 5 minutes ago, what the Hell could she possibly need? No, I am fine. I actually think I am going to.... she pretended to search for the right phrase turn in early. It has been a long day. She informed the woman. Completely understandable, Ma'am. I'll make sure no one bothers you. Thank you so much. I won't hesitate to call if I decide I want something, I assure you. Wonderful, Ms. Barovsky. You have a good night. The smile was audible in her voice. You too. With that, Talia hung up the phone, considering disconnecting it, but thought that might be too suspicious if any one at the front desk decided to check up on her again. Instead she simply turned the ring volume down. She had gotten the most expensive room in the hotel which she was slightly surprised was readily available when she had called to reserve it barely two weeks ago. She lay back on the bed allowing her thoughts to return to revenge. It didnt take long for her to fall asleep. -Several hours later- As Talia walked the streets of Gotham near her hotel a couple hours later decked out in black leather, she had a feeling it wouldn't take long until she found some one to 'play' with her. The crescent moon was high in the sky but offered very little light below, which unfortunately was needed. Some of the street lamps were flickering, some were off. It made Talia smile inwardly. It definitely wouldn't be long now. The streets were fairly quiet and orderly though there were a good amount of people walking around as well. There was a certain alley a couple blocks down that Talia noticed most people were going out of their way to avoid. As she neared, she could hear the commotion going on inside. She stopped to watch. There were at least 10 men huddled around....something in the very back of the alley. It took her a few moments to realize that they were gambling, throwing dice most likely. After about a minute or so, one of the guys finally noticed her. His eyes locked with hers, and it was obvious to Talia that he expected her to simply walk away, but when she didn't he roughly tapped the shoulder of the guy standing next to him who also looked up at Talia. Both men started to come over to her and it took barely a few seconds before every one elses attention was on Talia as well. Are you lost little girl? the second guy asked, his voice taunting and condescending. Talia did not back down, in fact she smirked at him. If I was lost, I definitely wouldn't ask directions from the likes of you. she informed him, switching back to her regular, subtle Arabian accent. So, what is it exactly that a guy like me can help you with? He retorted as he stopped right in front of her. I want to play. she stated firmly. Both men began howling in laughter. The first guy looked back at the other guys. She wants to play! He announced, and they all started laughing as well. Doubling over, falling into one another. Talia chuckled softly. Her hands had been in her pockets the whole time and she brought out her right hand which had 2,000 in 20's. She held it out to the men before her. I want to play. She repeated. Both men stopped laughing immediately as their eyes fell on the cash. She pushed past them, cash in hand and went to silence the others with even more cash pulled from her left pocket. She had 4,000 total and threw it down before them all. I think it's my turn. She told them, holding her hands out for the dice which were readily given over to her. It took her less than 20 minutes to get her money back and also the money of every man standing around her. She quickly counted it up in front of their stunned faces. It was barely 6,000. She rolled her eyes. Well, thank you gentlemen for wasting my time. It almost makes this 2,000 not even worth it.... almost. She giggled as she pocketed the money and stood up making her way from the alley. 3....2....1.... Hey, wait a minute! Called the first guy. Talia stopped and turned. I got another game we can play. he said as he walked up to her. Talia smiled and pretended to be excited. Really? What is it? He came right up to her and grabbed her upper arm roughly. It's called 'Give us the money or we'll kill you.' Talia suppressed all urges to laugh out loud. Hey, I won this money fair and square most of it is mine anyway! She spat back at him. He responded by clumsily back handing her. With a sharp cry, Talia allowed herself to fall to the ground. She allowed the guy to drag her up by her arm and throw her up against the brick wall. She even allowed a few of the other guys to crowd around them in an attempt to block her in. She feigned heavy, nervous breathing, her hazel eyes darting around to all of the guys' faces. She's a pretty one, Jay. Maybe we shouldn't kill her just yet. Came a voice from some one who was blocked by the guy now pinning her against the wall. She could only assume that he was Jay. Yeah, you're right. He agreed, his eyes now filled with feral pleasure as he looked her up and down. Let go of me! she demanded, bucking against him in an obviously futile attempt to free herself. The men barked in laughter. Well, thats enough of that, she decided, before viciously head butting Jay. He fell to the ground. Talia refused to let the dizziness of the blow take over her as she grabbed the 2 guys standing on either side of her and brought them together. The sound of their heads colliding echoed in the alley. Three other guys looked at her wearily, but weren't about to let her get away with taking out their friends, so they all attempted to tackle her at the same time. She jumped up, grabbing onto the fire escape, and laughed as all the men ran into the brick wall. She dropped, landing hard on one of the guy's back. He groaned loudly and she stepped down onto the ground. The last four guys stalked over to her. Within 2 minutes she had all four of them disabled. One with a concussion like the others, two with broken arms and the last, sadly, was dead due to a broken neck. All 10 men now lay scattered around her. She grabbed the money from her pocket and threw the bills in the air, letting it rain down on top of them. Your friend is dead. I hope it was worth the 4,000 she murmured, certain that at least one of the guys were awake enough to hear her, before she jumped back up onto the fire escape and climbed up onto the roof of the 10 story building to wait. She quickly reached into the back pocket of her black leather pants, and pulled out a small black mask. Even though the roof was well shadowed by the neighboring building, she placed it over her eyes. Just in case Batman found her, she didnt need him seeing her entire face. She could already hear the sirens approaching she could only hope they were heading in her direction.