If there was one thing Tommy had learned in the months he had been Batman, it was that gangsters were, in their hearts, cowards.
The guy he was currently holding up against the wall, for example. Tommy had been tracking him for an hour and had attacked him when his guard was down. Tommy had hit them right as they were leaving a pool hall, ostensibly picking up collections for their boss. His two bodyguards were easily dispatched and the man had cowered against the wall of the pool hall, begging for mercy. He had dropped a dime on his boss before Tommy had even opened his mouth.
"Please don't hurt me! I'll tell you where Great White Shark is if you just don't hurt me!" the mobster yelled, his hands covering his face. Tommy paused, loosening his grip on the man's coat.
"Where?" Tommy asked harshly. Great White Shark had been competing for the turf left by the recently departed Penguin and Tommy was eager to take him down. He knew Great White Shark had been encroaching on his old neighborhood.
"You gotta give me assurances," The mobster spoke. Tommy was amazed that the man was suddenly dictating terms to him. The guy was pretty slick. "I walk away from here and you take Shark down so he doesn't get to me."
"Let me worry about him," Tommy replied, "You worry about walking at all." Tommy stamped on the man's foot with his boot, causing him to cry out in pain.
"Ah, fuck! Okay, okay, I'll tell you. The Great White Shark is going to be at the-" The man's words were suddenly cut short. Tommy ducked as he heard the whiz of an arrow fly by him and strike the man in the throat. The man's last words were a gurgle.
Tommy wheeled around and searched for the source of the arrow. On top of the roof across the street, he glimpsed a woman in purple. She was running across the roof with remarkable speed. Tommy took after her.
Tommy ran parallel with the woman, her on the rooftops and him on the ground. She hit a taller building that required her to use the fire escape; Tommy got ahead by using his grappling hook to get to the top of the roof. He was waiting for her when she reached the top.
"What the hell is wrong with you???" Tommy shouted. He knew who the woman was. Bruce had left a short dossier on her right before he left detailing the rise of this new vigilante. It read, in full:
"Huntress. Mobster's daughter, avenging murder of family. Violent, unpredictable, dangerous. Not recruitable. Recommend capture and incarceration."
If the woman was startled by Tommy's shout she did not show it. She stood confidently, almost relaxing against the top bars of the fire escape. Huntress was tall and beautiful, her olive skin reflecting in the moonlight. She had full lips and dark eyes, her domino mask covering most everything else. It went up in points, holding back her thick black hair. Her hair was long and disappeared behind the flowing black cape that adorned her back. Her costume was a one-piece that had a cut-out on her stomach, exposing her tight abs. Large breasts stretched the fabric covering them. Her legs were exposed from the bottom of her suit to the tops of her thighs, giving just a glimpse at how tanned and toned they were.
Tommy was taken aback by how much skin Huntress was showing; he figured that it helped in throwing off her opponents, much like it was throwing him off now. He tried not to notice how hot she was and focus on his anger.
"I was just saving you some time," She said to Batman, casually adjusting her gloves. "That guy was going to keep doing what he was doing, keep hurting people, and you were just going to let him go."
"He was going to give me information on Great White Shark. I could have put him out of business," Tommy scolded her. He was surprised he was so angry; a few months ago he didn't think he would have cared. But he knew now how important his job was and he hated to see someone treat it so carelessly.
"So what?" Huntress replied. She walked towards Tommy now, one leg in front of the other. She was very seductive. "His mob lawyers will have him out immediately. Even if you put him away long-term, he'll arrange to get sent to Arkham and either run things from inside or break out. There's only one way to treat these animals." Huntress held up her crossbow.
"We don't kill in Gotham City," Tommy replied, standing tall. He was weighing his options. Clearly Huntress needed to be either put down or taught a lesson.
Huntress laughed. "You of all people shouldn't be talking to me about the rights and wrongs of killing. Did you think no one would find out about the Joker?" The Huntress asked. Tommy's ears burned. "No one's seen him and everyone says you killed him."
Tommy tried to talk but couldn't think of anything to say. He was angry. Huntress seemed to revel in it. She spoke again.
