Huntress.

You finally found the source of the clattering, and it was Huntress! The bad news was she was tied to a chair, and the ropes binding her to it dug pretty hard on her skin. To make matters worse, she wasn't alone! Walking all around and back and forth in front of her was none other than the dapper dealer himself, the Penguin. "Really, my dear. Certainly you can understand why I have a problem with you interfering with my businesses."

"Yeah?" she retorted. "Well, I have a problem with black-and-white chickens who think they can do whatever they want just because they look nice." Batman had found me and watched Penguin.

"Silence!" And the back of his gloved hand swatted Helena's cheek. He cleared his throat. "Of course I can be a gentlemen, as well as a brute." Cobblepot straightened his glove as he continued, "so this may end one of two ways: you, miss Huntress, can serve your sentence in my service. Or, if you prefer, servicing my underlings."

"How about MY way?" she snapped. "Where I bust out, pound your lard butt into the ground, and make you MY bitch!" Penguin smacked her cheek to retaliate.

"Very well. You've chosen your fate. Boys!" he called. His thuggish brutes crowded around Huntress, picking up her chair and carted her away, drowning out her protest shouting with guttural laughs and cheering.

"It's PARTY TIME!" And they all liked that idea, whatever it was...

Bruce then contacted you via batwave earpiece he gave you in the car. "Shadow. Go after the men. Penguin's mine."

"Right," you whisper back, and followed them where Huntress was going. It was to a big room with only a mattress. 'This is "party time"?' you wonder, quickly piecing together what they had in mind.