The Penguin was panicked. Hiding under his desk, he could hear the cries of his men all around him. He swore.
Long story short, everything had gone to Hell. The Penguin had moved his lair, hired all new men, and refused to leave his compound for 3 days, and still his attacker had found him. Penguin took a deep swig of the scotch he was holding in one hand and cocked the pistol in his other.
As Penguin cowered under his desk, he suddenly got the feeling that he wasn't alone. "Is that one of you, boys? Where the 'ell have you been?" He got no response. Penguin suddenly became very afraid. He lifted his hand above the desk and fired blindly.
*BLAM BLAM BLAM*
Penguin paused and let the sound of the gun reverberate through the air. The groans and cries of his men was all he could hear. He brought the bottle to his lips to take another swig.
Suddenly, a hand reached and grabbed him by his wrist, twisting it. He could feel the bones in his wrist snap and he cried out in pain, dropping the bottle and the gun to the floor. The hand pulled Penguin up, lifting him onto his feet as he tried to avoid further snapping in his arm. He strained to look thought the blinding pain at his attacker.
"Do you know who I am?" His attacker asked with remarkable calm. Penguin hurriedly nodded his head.
"So you know who I work for?" The attacker asked. Penguin again nodded his head, breathing raggedly to cope with his pain.
"Then listen very carefully," The attacker said icily. "Your will not send anyone else after Batman. He is under our protection and any attempt on his life will be reciprocated tenfold on you. Do you understand?"
"Yes!" Penguin cried out. He felt like his hand was going to snap off at any moment.
The attacker released Penguin's hand and he quickly brought it to his chest, holding it gingerly. He whimpered and closed his eyes; when he opened them, he suddenly realized his attacker was gone.
"Fuck this town," Penguin muttered to himself. He wanted no part of the organization that had just broken into his hideout. As fast as he could without moving his wrist, he reached out and grabbed his phone. He yelled at his money man to flush everything and pack up his stuff.
The Penguin was heading to the airport immediately.
***
Tommy watched the entrance to Wonder Tower with suspicion. The old abandoned building that sat almost at the very heart of Gotham had been the source of strange occurrences the last few days: lightning storms had formed on otherwise clear nights and shadowy figures entering and exiting at odd times had peaked Batman's interest. What was most distressing was the amount of crime happening in the area; that is to say, there was none. That was the thing that concerned Tommy the most.
As Tommy examined the area around the building with his night vision, he noticed a fence that had been left unlocked. He figured that he might as well start there to see if he could figure out what was going on. Tommy extended his cape and swiftly glided down to the fence. He quickly slipped inside and took a look around.
He was in a recessed courtyard, with a broken fountain sitting in the middle. Tommy glanced around but he didn't see anything too suspicious. What he heard, though, was another matter.
He heard a baby crying.
Tommy was alarmed and quickly tried to find the source of the noise. It seemed to be coming through a broken window on the first floor of the building, off to Tommy's left. He quickly scampered over to the window and peered inside.
There, in the middle of an elevator bank, was a bassinet. Tommy couldn't see anyone near it. He deftly hopped up and through the broken window, landing almost silently on the floor. Looking for any sign of an ambush, he cautiously approached the bassinett. When he was 5 feet away, he realized something was off. The sound of the baby sounded... odd. As he looked inside the bassinet, he saw a radio. He was just turning to run when the ambush hit.
A hand reached up and pinched Tommy in the neck, right at the weak point between his cowl and shoulder armor. He instantly stiffened up, his body turning completely rigid. He fell backwards like a board and landed heavily onto the marble floor. His vision was working and he could breathe but otherwise Tommy couldn't move a muscle. He made a small moan of surprise through gritted teeth and looked for his attacker.
She came into focus above him, smiling slightly. She was a Chinese woman, with black hair swept over to one side coming down to her shoulder. She wore a red mandarin jacket, overtop of which was a black leather duster. Tight black pants hugged at her body, slipping inside high-heeled boots. Tommy's whole body would have tensed when he saw her if he wasn't already completely rigid.
Tommy knew this woman. She had been placed in a "High Priority" file on the Batcomputer, where the previous Batman had placed the deadliest rogues in his gallery. Lady Shiva was considered the deadliest assassin on the planet and had thus far left no target alive once she had been given an assignment. Tommy began to panic; maybe the Penguin was finally going to get his revenge after all.
"Hello, Detective," Shiva said, standing over Tommy's helpless body. "Or..." She peered closely at him, "Whoever that is behind Batman's mask." Tommy swore in his head. Someone else now knew his secret.
"Is Bruce using you as a decoy?" Shiva asked. "Did he not think that I wouldn't recognize that it was not him underneath? Or..." Shiva seemed to show genuine distress for just a split second. Her face quickly became a mask once more. "Or is Bruce off on some grand mission?"
Tommy's eyes were wide and he made a small moan through his teeth.
"Do not struggle, you will only cause yourself more pain," Shiva told him. "I have settled your matter with the Penguin at my mistress's request. He will no longer target you. My mistress wishes to see you. She needs your help with a ceremony. But first..."
Shiva dropped to her knees, straddling Tommy's midsection.
"I tracked down Cheshire after your... battle with her," Shiva told Tommy. "I wondered at your new unique fighting style. I should have guessed that you were not Bruce when she told me what you did to her. And when she told me about..." Shiva's eyes fell down to Tommy's crotch. She groped him, outlining his cock in his suit with her fingers.
"I guess my attack made you rigid everywhere," Shiva said. She reached into the pants of his suit and pulled out his cock. If she was in awe of his dick she hid it well; she simply said, "Hmm..." and began jerked it softly with her hand.
"I am widely considered the best hand-to-hand martial artist in the world," Shiva said, tugging at Tommy's dick. "Would you like to see how good with my hands I can be?"
Tommy wasn't sure what was going on. He was completely at the mercy of this assassin and she was choosing to play with him instead of kill him. The painful feeling in his muscles was wrestling with the heavenly feeling in his dick. He managed to eke out a "Mmmhmm" with great effort.
