She did not expect this situation to be a walk in the park and boy… that expression was written all over her face when the dummies came up with the weapons. A tiny gulp could be heard in the room as she took in the dummies. But as quickly as that reaction came, it disappeared. Her resolve was there and she had no intention on backing down now. A nod rose and fell her head and soon her training resumed with the two heroes.

“Where is this bloody wanker who’s supposed to be delivering the goods?” The Penguin’s voice shouted as he waited impatiently by the docks, money in hand and his crew of thugs with some of the latest weapons that Two Face had sold to them. 

A long limo pulled into the docks parking area and the drive climbed out of the seat and went to open the door as the Penguin continued to express his displeasure in the lack of timing from the delivery person. 

“I don’t think that’s the way you should talk to your guest Cobblepot.” Abbie said as she stepped out of the back of the limo, her crisp white suit standing out in the darkness. The expression on the face of the Penguin was priceless, for it was no surprise that he was shocked to see the girl who had rented his lounge and he had attempted to hold hostage was the delivery person.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” He barked at her, his cane smacking the ground with force as the blonde nonchalantly walked to him. “There was supposed to be a delivery here. How the fuck did you know? Did you sell me out to your boyfriend Nightwing? Is the Bat-Brat going to be here to? You can’t be the exchange....”

His ranting went on and on as Abbie looked down at her nails in boredom. Sighing, she pulled out a white pistol, clean and crisp just like her suit and fired at the ground near the man’s feet. This was enough to make the Penguin jump back in shock and silence him for a moment. “Your custom pistol shoots well. I’ll make sure to not charge you for that bullet. Sorry dear old dad couldn’t make it but seeing as he’s one of the few villains in this town to…” Her gaze scanned over the Penguin in disgust, a facial expression she wasn’t worried about hiding, “reproduce. He’s teaching me the tricks of the trade.” 

“Why you little…”

“Look, my shows start in an hour and seeing as I had to get all dolled up for this occasion; I look forward to returning home and getting into my pajamas. Now, seeing as you and I did not have a pleasant meeting our first time around. Between you attempting to hold me hostage and dealing with the obnicous knock off hero, I’ve had my fill of bullshit okay?”

“What about the pretty boy?” The Penguin countered waving his cane at her as her men unloaded the guns from the back of the limo. 

“The Wayne inheritance kid?” Abbie questioned a cold laugh in her voice. “Well a girl’s gotta have fun. Even daddy will tell you that. Plus having a rich kid buy me drinks and a few other assortments of things just for my attention can make a girl happy. However he got rather boring rather fast.  So I left him. Simple as that.” Though her voice and actions were cold, her heart hurt saying that. She did leave him without an explanation but it was for his safety. 

“Everything’s accounted for boss.” One of Penguin’s men shouted. 

“The money’s right Miss.” Her men responded.

“Great, looks like we have an agreement. Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Cobblepot.”

“Likewise Miss Dent.” The Penguin said after the two shook hands and she placed the pistol in his awaiting palm.