She had her music turned up to a blaring rate, should she have had any neighbors or cared what anyone thought there might have been some complaints, but alas the debauchery she regularly entertained did not suit well to noisy neighbors.  Today had been rather boring though, and she was releasing some tension and energy through her own form of workout routine.<br/><br/>Now true, most would not consider target practice with a disappointing crew member while dancing to what she considered thinking music a work  out, but at the very least it did make her feel better. It amused her that the man sized target wheel almost spun to the beat of the music, as if keeping time with her games.<br/><br/>She had this wheel made last year as a birthday present to herself. Made of solid wood with a circumference spanning just over 6ft, placed on a large platform and painted like the circus wheels of old, which is where she originally got the idea and thought it fitting given her new name.  She loved everything about it, from the crank on the side to make sure her fun time partner kept the rhythm she wanted, wouldn’t want them getting out of step, to the flexing muscled man meat giving it power, to the crew members in attendance trying to hide their flinches and of course the practice and show of skill with her lovely knifes she sent wising towards the unlucky man sent spinning tonight.  But, most of all it was the fear in the eyes of her target, the whimpers escaping his quivering lips with each new thud of a blade, each landing closer and closer than the last.<br/><br/>True she could have killed him the moment he came hobbling back into her office, cradling his ribs and whining like a defeated animal, but she wanted to hear it, all of it.<br/><br/>From the moment he called her earlier that night she started scheming. The brute on the wheel wasn’t one she would consider all that bright, strong though he may be brilliant he was not, but he got the job done…. Until tonight.<br/><br/>Ortig had his own little group he kept to deal out to some of the more low end areas of the city, can’t sell to the classy broads using thugs like him, but being as she let him keep his group he had begun to think of himself rather highly. Having even gone so far as to make a knock off jacket trying to match her own. She scoffed at the thought, hers was hand made by some of the best old ladies out there, hey, the old chicks could make some killer outfits. Said knockoff was currently the only thing covering his family jewels, well what was left of the jacket anyway. The nerve of this guy! Gah!<br/><br/>Through his disgusting cries and pleas for mercy, he told tail of a man in a bat suit who single-handedly took out their entire pathetic group. She was planning on taking the money lost out of little Ortig’s hide when he told her of the threat the Bat issued, along with his humorous assumption that she was male, and  then  poor Ortig’s saving grace…The Bat’s weakness.<br/><br/>Turns out Batty had a weak spot in his armor that cost him tonight.<br/><br/>Her head jerked up, eyes locking with Ortig’s as a purely wicked grin crept over her face reaching her eyes. Her eyes glowing with a fierce and wicked fire.<br/><br/>“STOP!!!” she screamed, speaking to the man meat, “let him go, put him somewhere out of my sight.”<br/><br/>Looking to the pitiful man on the floor, still trying to cover himself and regain whatever scraps of decency he could, “You may have saved yourself with that bit, but do not disappoint me again.”  She ordered.<br/><br/>As he left the room she faced the crowd that had started to gather with the whispers of an impending hunt, oh they knew me so well.<br/><br/>“Ladies and gents, I hear there’s a Batman in town who doesn’t like our little games. Let’s show him what a good time is really like!” Her voice raising an octave with excitement. “Go cause some ruckus my children, and extra points to anyone who can land more blows to The Bat. But remember, nothing fatal because this Bat belongs to me.”