'Hi Big guy heard you needed cash so I cut ya an advance.
Now I knows that bout nows youse is asking yer self who tha hell is this frail?
Ma name isn't needed but less say I'm a friend.
The guy ya tossed that theys stinkin bout was no copper but one Oh Deadshots gang

Victor listened with a raised eyebrow at the odd voice, knowing that he wasn't feeling the tingling sensation that normally accompanied a boost in his body functions when he confronted those of ill intent. So whoever this was, she was one of the good guys, or as good as good could get in Gotham.

"Now here's tha skinny ya need to knows.
I break tha back of tha bad guys by gathering info nobody else can get.
Trouble is that means I have ta allow fer some crap ta happen an that erases my warm an fuzzy.
I want this ta stop but muscle I ain't got an that's where ya come in sweet cheeks. Yous are da muscle
And here's tha bright silver lining they always got cash when I hit because theys wallet is more tender than their balls
I'm not sayin ya keep all tha cash just a couple of grand fer expenses an tha rest ta charity
So ya in or out?

"Charities be damned," Victor laughed mockingly at the voice, "whatever cash I get I keep," he turned to look at Jenna before turning back around, "but what the Hell, i'm in. But know this mobster sounding lady, you cross me somehow, and i'll rip you're throat out faster than you can blink,"