text: 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 put the wrench to use.
  Quickly, you run forward and pick up the wrench, bringing it up into one's face and sending him out for the count. The other two begin to attack, one with a bat and the other... With a knife. Thinking fast, you knock the switchblade out of his hand before he can put it to use, bringing the wrench down hard on his nose.
  
  
  "ACK!" you shout as the other swings his bat and hits you in the back, knocking you to the ground.
  > You trip him up.
  With swiftness that would put the Flash to shame, you wrap your legs around his left leg, yanking them to the right. Sure enough, he falls over, giving you time to crawl to him and knock him out with your wrench. "Christ..." you pant, breathless.
  
  
  As you get up, you hear Huntress finish up with her batch. "I told you we shouldn't have gone through the front!"
  
  
  "No you didn't!" you reply.
  
  
  "... Well I thought it!"
  
  
  "Oh, and I'm supposed to read your mind?"
  
  
  "Yes!" she snaps.
  
  
  Exasperated, you begin to retort, but don't have time to as more goons swarm into the lobby. The two of you share a look, then nod.