Bruce drove his motorcycle. He got hsi target's scent. Bastard was a child rapist and killer. He was being payed a lot of moeny to take this bastard out. He parked at a alley. This was the place. The man was close. But wait.

Another scent, close by. He drew his pistol. Regular bullets in it. A adamantium clip on his belt. But that was a last resort. THe Word Black cat. That word sounded familiar.  Where did he hear that before? Then he saw a man in a cloak. A gun. His target.

The gun shot and the target was dead. "That was my contract bub. I was being paid a lot of money to take him out." Bruce then saw his face. He recognized it. "So youre the Black Cat i heard of...a lot of money to take you out." Bruce smirked pointing his twin pistols. "But I can tell your gonna put up a fight." Bruce jumped back firing several rounds at the Black Cat.