Do nothing

You then looked at Dove, before straightening up, "Well what can I say, your ass looks good!" You said, while keeping eye contact with Dove's mask. Her jaw tightened beneath the cowl—disgust warring with pity—as Hypnotic crept closer, activating his hypnotic glasses. Dove scoffed, "Pathetic. Really? That's your—whoa." Hypnotic then spun her around, "What the he-?" Dove started to say. Hypnotic then placed his hand on her shoulder, "Relax," he whispered softly. Dove froze mid-turn, muscles slackening instantly as Hypnotic's lenses pulsed with hypnotic light. "That's it, just look into my eyes..." Dove's head lolled forward, her clenched fists loosening as her eyelids fluttered shut.

You watched on as Dove succumbed to Hypnotic's power, her body going limp against his shoulder like a puppet with cut strings. Hypnotic grinned, revealing yellowed teeth, as his hand traced down her back, before putting and squeezing her ass cheek. "You're right, here ass does look good, feels even better though." Hypnotic then leaned in closer to Dove's ear, whispering commands too low for you to hear—something about obedience and servitude—as her vacant eyes stared straight ahead, lips slightly parted. Her breathing slowed to a rhythmic, trance-like pace. He then pulled out his phone, "Bring the car now," he ordered before hanging up.

Seconds later, a car pulled up outside the alley, fogged windows hiding the occupants. Hypnotic told Dove to get in the back seat, and she obeyed wordlessly, sliding into the dark interior without resistance. He then turned to you, pulling out his phone, "We appreciate your help in the capture of Dove, I've been after her for a while." He then hands you the phone, on the screen is a wire transfer of $500,000. "Enter your account details for me," Hypnotic instructed, keeping his eyes locked onto yours. "Consider it payment for your cooperation."

As you entered the details, your fingers shook—Penguin’s money meant trouble, but so did refusing it. Hypnotic smiled coldly as the transfer confirmed. "Now, the money won't enter you account immediately, it will be transferred via a large number of different companies, all differing amounts, this is to keep the GCPD of our backs, but don't worry the money will be deposited into your account over the next few days," Hypnotic explained softly. "And obviously if you mention anything that happened her to the cops, we will take the necessary steps to stop you talking permanently." Hypnotic then offered his hand to shake yours. "Well, I need to get going, pleasure doing buisness with you, and don't worry about her, I'll take of her," Hypnotic added with a wink, nodding toward the car where Dove sat blank-faced in the back seat. He slid into the passenger side, and the car vanished into Gotham’s oily rain.

You stood alone, the alley suddenly colder without Hypnotic’s predatory presence. Rain slicked the pavement, mixing with grime as neon signs bled color across puddles. Your phone buzzed—Montoya’s card felt like a live wire in your pocket—but you ignored it, focusing instead on the distant wail of sirens. Dove’s vacant eyes haunted you; another vigilante erased from Gotham’s streets, and your fingerprints were all over it. You turned away, pulling your hood tighter, and headed toward the motel, hyperaware of every shadow pooling in doorways.