Thread: Warmth on a Cold Night (TriniMad)

Sorry. I dont kill But I dont lose either. Those were the only words the Black Bat said as she descended down upon the scurrying henchman below from the top of the ship, swiftly using her momentum of the fall to neatly roll across the floor and take out whom Cassandra knew was the foreman of this operation. It was too easy to read his movements, the jerky body language he puffed himself up with while pointing and ordering the others, but for the moment with the man thrown against a nearby wall, there was no more of that. Then, as expected, the entire scene exploded into chaos. Guns came whipping out, bullets flying wildly with some even hitting the very cargo that they were smuggling in and spilling chunks of fish embedded with the dark glint of metal within them. She was right, Cassandra was always right from what she had pieced together with each crime scene that was intercepted, all the signs were the same which pointed to whom the henchman only referred to as The Penguin - and he was massively powerful. However, even for all his supposed power, she had no doubts that one point after another, he would be taken down by no other than herself. For now though, it was instinct, a dance of death that she was so well-acquainted to. There was no need to think, only to breathe as Cassandra moved effortlessly among the flying bullets, eyes flickering back and forth between the panicking and shouting men shooting at her. They were making it too easy for the Black Bat, and even as the shrapnel sprayed everywhere, spreading ice and fish where ever the bullets hit, none ever reached their intended target before she got to them. The two katanas remained sheathed on her back as Cassandra slipped like a shadow one punch here, another roundhouse kick there, and the satisfying crunch and snap of bone afterwards. Even if she was not aiming to kill, there was still blood drawn - mostly that from the henchman spewing out their own blood from their mouths and snapped bones. Too easy. Too predictable. Too quick. All by herself, Cassandra figured that tonight would be just like any other incapacitate the operation, take the clue, and move on. But what she didn't expect was another person to join her in the fray, and not just anyone, the other Batman as she considered him - Nightwing. Even as her eyes narrowed in wariness at the other vigilante, the Black Bat hardly missed a step as she spun to completely slam a man into a wall, leaving a bloody print as he slid down into a crumpled heap with the others. Before long, especially with Nightwing here, the numerous henchmen counting into at least thirty were all at least incapacitated with the less fortunate ones groaning quietly in pain. For the moment though, the Black Bat ignored the other male as she deftly picked her way through the masses to reach the foreman and slip out whatever she could pick from his clothes - huge wads of cash, a nice latest generation phone, a shiny new pistol, and various miscellaneous objects. Cassandra figured she might as well take them all back with her and sort whatever valuable information she could find from the mess. If you came looking for a monster, you're on the wrong trail. Go away, was all Cassandra stated abruptly with her back turned to him while she continued to sift and gather whatever she could. Best case scenario, she might as well leave soon and they could save the theatrics for another night.