text: The Iceberg Lounge. It didn't make sense how it still got business despite the fact that it's been public knowledge for years that it's owned by a well-known supervillain and many of his illegal activities run through it. Perhaps it was just best not to question these things.
  
  
  Huntress looks down at the building, kneeling next to you. "So how do we play this, Q?"
  
  
  Now that's a good question.
  > You say "Fast and loud."
  "Fast and loud," you reply, "we go in, kick ass, and take names."
  
  
  Huntress looks skeptical, "Um... Okay." She's about to grapple across the street to the Lounge when she realizes you don't have a grappling gun. Wordlessly, she tosses you a spare. "Keep it," she says, before firing and being pulled to the Lounge. You follow shortly after.
  > The Lounge
  The three story arctic themed building was just as big on the inside as it was out. The club was currently closed down for 'renovations', though you knew better; Penguin had just escaped from prison, and he was more than likely getting back into the swing of things. This meant most under his payroll would be here while he heard how his operations were going. It would be packed, which meant the head on approach was definitely not the best idea. Oh well, you've been in worse spots.
  
  
  The two of you bust into the front door, already half a dozen criminals in the entrance. Three go for Huntress, while the remainders go for you. At your feet is a socket wrench.
  > You your mitts will do just fine.
  Rushing into the fray, you swing a wild haymaker at one of the thugs, managing to hit him. However, the other two attack from both sides, one with a batand the other... With a knife. You try to disarm the one wielding the knife, but he cuts your hands, and soon enough the two have you on the floor, bat guy bashing your head in and knife guy stabbing you in the abdomen. With such a brutal beatdown, you're dead in seconds, the last thing you hear being Huntress screaming your name.
  
  
  You Died!