Track down Talia al Ghul

And the first thing you are going to do is put a stop to the League of Assassins. After investigating and monitoring their activity, you found that Talia al Ghul is making a move on high-ranking officials and influential business owners in Gotham.

You follow Talia into the heavily guarded penthouse of one such business owner, a weapons distributor who's been dealing arms to gangs and the corrupt police officers working for Falcone.

But when you get close, you witness something unexpected. You hide in the vents above the office, watching silently as the scene unfolds below.

Talia al Ghul is on her knees, hands clasped around the man's hard cock as she bobs her head up and down, her dark hair flowing down her bare back. The man's hand rests on her head, guiding her movements. She's dressed in nothing but a pair of black thigh-high stockings attached to a garter belt. You knew Talia is a seductress, but you didn't think she actually resorted to whoring herself out.

"Are the weapons ready for my men?" Talia asks, pulling away from the man's cock with a wet pop.

"Everything is set to go at the docks," the man replies with his hands running through her hair. "Now show me how much you appreciate it."

You watch as she goes back down on him, her movements more eager and enthusiastic this time. She's not just sucking him off; she's putting on a performance. And from the way the man is groaning and gripping her hair, she's doing a damn good job.

But it is time to put an end to this.

You silently open the vent cover and drop down behind where the man was seated. Talia is too occupied with her oral duties to notice you until the man is dead. She pulls off his cock, a string of saliva mixed with pre-cum clinging to her lush lips, and looks up at you with anger in her eyes.

"Jason," she growls, her hand already going for a blade strapped to her garter belt. "You should--"

Her words are cut off when you lunge forward, your hand closing firmly over her pretty face, pushing her backwards until you have her pinned against the floor beneath you. You can feel her warm, moist breath fanning over your palm as she struggles against you. You take her blade and stab it into her thigh, drawing a muffled gasp of pain from her.

"Shut the fuck up," you command, your own breathing ragged and heavy from the adrenaline. "What are you and Ra's arming up for?"

Your hand moves from her mouth to her slender neck. You apply just enough pressure to remind her who's in charge.

"If you are going to kill me, then do it," she spits out.

"Oh, out of respect for Bruce, I won't kill his baby mama," you sneer. "Even if his baby mama is a terrorist whore apparently."

She glares at you. "I am no whore."

"Could've fooled me." You grab her by the hair and **** her to look at the dead man's crotch. "Looks like you were about to swallow some corporate jizz for some cheap guns. What is the League planning, Talia?"

Her body tenses as she braces for impact, expecting you to hit her. "I'd rather die than betray my father."

You scoff. "Like I said, I'm not gonna kill you. But I will make you talk."

She raises her brow in defiance. "What makes you think you can break me? I am the daughter of Ra's al Ghul. I have endured--"

You cut her off by pressing a hand over her mouth again, then you move to kneel over her chest, your knees pinning her arms to the floor. Your eyes travel up and down her exposed body, taking in the way her full, rounded breasts rise and fall with her heavy breaths, the curve of her hips, the black thigh-highs and garter belt framing her perfectly shaved pussy.