No, you don't

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," you stammered, shifting your weight as, Huntress's finger tightened on the crossbow trigger. "What, you didn't see a guy run past here a moment ago?" she asked, her modulator crackling with sarcastic disbelief. "Na sorry, I'll be honest I was taking a leak against the wall just now," you lied, nodding towards the alley's dripping fire escape. "Shit, he has to be around here," she then took off her helmet to wipe sweat from her brow, revealing piercing blue eyes and a scarred jawline. She was very pretty, you realised.

You couldn't help but stare at her purple and black suit clinging to sweat-slicked skin—until her gaze snapped back to you, sharp as shurikens. "Hey, eyes up here, creep," she growled, as she placed her helmet on her bike before walking down the street looking for Tommy. You watched as she stopped in front of the building Tommy had run into, with her back to the door. She looked around as you saw the door slowly open behind her. Suddenly Tommy appeared, holding a rag in his hand.

He lunged silently—cloth clamped over her mouth—as Huntress thrashed violently, her crossbow clattering onto pavement. Chloroform, you realized, as you saw her muscles slacken instantly. Her eyelids fluttered once, then shut. Tommy dragged her limp form deeper into the unlit entryway, he then looked at you and shouted. "Thank you man, I owe you big time!" he yelled, before slamming the door shut. The alley plunged into silence, broken only by the drip of rainwater and Huntress’s discarded bike idling like a nervous heartbeat.

You stared at the closed door—Huntress was gone. Taken. By Tommy Malone, of all people. That chloroform rag flashed in your memory like a warning signal. Tommy owed Two-Face; this wasn't friendship, it was a paycheck. Your gut twisted: first Spoiler snatched by Kobras, Catwoman arrested, and now Huntress? Gotham’s vigilantes were dropping like flies tonight, and you were standing in the crosshairs.