Here he was known as Mike Wren, but that was not what he real name was. Running a shipping company warehouse was not his real job either. But he needed the hide in plain sight if he was to operate in the city of the feared one. Most of what he did was
report back on events in Gotham from the street level, but now he was to affect their course of events. The message had come from the top, most likely the Demon's Daughter herself. The feared on must have acted in aid of the League's enemies, and while it
was foolish to attack him directly, there were other weaknesses to attack.
"Take everyone," Mike told the gang's leader, "Find the bitch that lives here and kill her."
"Why don't you do it yourself?" the smart mouthed Latina retorted.
"Because she is dangerous," Mike sighed, "And If I am involved the Insurance company won't pay out a cent."
"And if we do this," she asked again, "We get a full million?"
"Half the policy," Mike Lied.
"Lets go nigga's," the Latina shouted, "We got a bitch to cut."
The thugs had prided themselves on be ignorant and violent. The hadn't even questioned why Mike Wren would be married to Selina Kyle nor why a manager at a shipping center would have a two million dollar insurance policy on his wife. Mike know that most
of them would suffer the wrath of the one who must be feared by dawn, and Mike Wren died tonight.
Holly sat on the couch in "PJs" as she called them. The wore out panties and tank top with the Superman logo on it. Selina was out in costume, and the cats had been fed for the night. Now all Holly could do is sit and worry about Selina.
The door exploded, and a flood of gang-banger stormed into the flat. Holly shrieked, she was hit multiple times as fifty plus tasers went off in the room.
"Boys, have some fun with her before we kill her!" a latina sneered from behind her bandana mask.
Blood, there was blood everywhere, and bodies. Holly was dead, they had raped, tortured and killed her. Now they were dead too, she had done this hadn't she? Bruce had been right. She had been dancing on the edge of madness and just like he said, she
had finally fallen in. The gang-bangers were clawed, strangled, and stabbed to death. Looking at the leader, Selina knew her. Maria Wilson; a nineteen year old. Selina's Katana she had stolen from King Snake was sticking throw the girls heart. She should
turn herself in. What would happen to her in Arkham? No, there was only one fit to judge her. Batman would judge her fairly and impartially. It was her damnation for ignoring the warnings all these years.