When you live in Gotham, you learn to expect the unexpected. Even so, Abbie did not see this coming as he oversized man pushed her down into the chair. The short stared her down as she tightened her grip on the edge of the chair, "You will tell me about your father and about the new Wayne Billionaire..." He said darkly as another man stepped forward to her. She thought everything would turn out poorly until---

Talk about a new thing that was 'unexpected'; the crazy man who nearly creamed Jared crashed through the window and Mister Cobblepot talked to him as if they had known each other once before. "What the f---." She muttered under her breathe. Unable to finish her sentence the place went into lockdown and the crazy guy jumped into action as the new addition of the six men joined in to fight.

Abbie took the moment of confusion to act. Swinging a leg up; she kicked the man in front of her in how lower area causing him to tumble forward and fall to the ground. The man behind her leaned forward only to have Abbie lean forward as well. Gripping the side of the armless chair she brought it up and smacked him in the face breaking not one but two of the four legs. The large man stumbled backwards both in pain and shock. Spinning the chair in her hands she turned her attention to the stumbling man and swung the wooden chair. It made a loud cracking noise across his face before he stumbled backwards and fell out of the newly formed hole through the window. 

The blonde quickly turned her attention to the man who she had kicked. He was I. The process of getting back up before he was introduced to her foot, yet again. This time it was clobbered against the side of his face and directly into his temple. He collapsed, motionless on the ground. By the time she turned around to check on the crazy guy on the suit, he had laid out six men. 

Upon him turning to her, she opened her mouth to make some form of comment about him stalking her, but was shut down almost instantly. She let out a huff before rubbing her bare arms roughly to try and get them warm. They stood in silence for a while, the only sound side from his fingers brushing against things as he examined the table as the men's heaving breathing as if they were sleeping. 

Her gaze moved from the men to the crazy man called 'Nightwing' who had some form of connection with Batman. Rumors spun around the city questions where Batman had been and Mister Cobblepot talked as though this 'Nightwing' was familiar. "Is it--- true?" She asked through the shakes of the cold room. "That--- that Batman is... really gone?" As any member of Gotham would be at the topic, even she was chocked up at the thought.