"Look i'm not some 'little girl' you need to defend. Isaac's an ass, I didn't ask you to beat the crap out of him, I can do that myself," Victor raised an eyebrow and laughed inwardly,

"Yeah, you were doing such a good job back inside, way to stick up for yourself," he mocked her with a clap,

"You could've killed him with that!" She said pointing at his bloody walking stick, Victor looked at it silently for a moment before shrugging his shoulders since violence like what just went down was an everyday occurrence for him.

"How much money do these 'dangerous people' want from you?" Victor crossed his arms and looked away from her for a moment, out at the hustle and bustle of the city streets, he had past cafe televisions that were screening his identity to the public after he had killed a man to get to Deadshot, now the Families would probably want even more.

"Not that it's you're business or anything, but I need to a man $1,000 dollars for fixing me up after last night," he paused, trying to decide if he should continue, "or, someone I care about is going to be in some... trouble,"