<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.us/a/img836/268/7802227226124f60b165803.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher<br/><strong>Pseudonym</strong>: Mikhail "Misha" Pilkin / The Russian<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Back alley and then back inside the lounge<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Black Canary, Hawkgirl, The Penguin, & NPC Henchmen<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The Russian frowned when a feisty, winged warrioress descended between him and the blonde. His lips drooped, teeth baring in what had once been an arrogant grin.<br/><br/><strong>Step away from her! You work for that pig Cobblepot and as thus shall feel the sting of my mace!</strong><br/><br/>Misha cautiously stepped back toward the door of The Lounge. He spread his arms, presenting his hands and forearms for their close inspection. He wielded no weapon and there was nothing up his sleeves. Red canals began to appear on his skin, manifesting like a disease as they snaked along his arms, face, and the visible curves of his hard chest. His skin then turned pitch-black, his eyes and teeth gleaming like a jack-o-lantern. His voice deepened, resonating on an hollow echo as he sucked his teeth and said simply, “Enemies it is.”<br/><br/>He stopped before the door and slapped the palm of his left hand against the brick wall of the club. Instantly, the wall exploded, spewing forth brick, fire, smoke, and glass from the bar that had been on the other side of the wall. The lounge shook as plaster rained from the ceiling and the alcohol caught in the flames of the explosion began to burst like mini Molotovs. Some of the guests, thugs, and employees suffered injury in the detonation. They laid across the floor, tables, and chairs dazed and covered in debris.<br/><br/>The Russian had disappeared within the smokescreen, but he didn’t vanish completely for his voice was heard bellowing over the disoriented heads of The Penguin’s crew.<br/><br/>“Snaryadee! Zere capes in ze alley!”<br/><br/>Suddenly, emerging from the smoking hole in The Lounge wall were six gun-wielding thugs to give Black Canary and Hawkgirl a hard time, and following those six would be six more to keep them occupied. The wealthy grabbed their women and fled with whatever cash they could stuff into their jackets and pockets. Some got into fights with the thugs who had been trying to win the pot, a brawl of greed ensuing in the middle of the chaos. The Penguin’s club was tumbling into discord. The Russian tossed back the red drape of The Penguin’s private quarters and greeted the villain with a smile. Pots was in for a sight, seeing his elite henchman standing before him with smoke rising from his singed fur coat and hair.<br/><br/>“Ve must go tovareesh,” Misha warned.<br/><br/>Little did The Penguin know that The Russian had planned to escort him to a getaway car that would be delivered to his employer. Hendricks was feeling a little over-confident that the henchmen would be more than enough for the two heroes to handle, and that his escape with his bounty was full-proof.</span>