<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>: Inside The Iceberg Lounge at the poker table<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Black Canary & The Penguin<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The bombshell played a smooth game. He could tell by her shapely thighs and build that she was no singer or at least not <em>just</em> a singer. A woman doesn’t come stalking into The Penguin’s club uninvited and undetected and ask to be a song bird. She glanced his way, The Russian was wearing an amused grin as though he were enjoying her sass. She spoke her inquiries and they were rather cutting even for The Penguin’s reputation. Hendricks was already suspecting the reverse psychology, but she was playing a dangerous game. Cobblepot may resemble the weird school janitor, but he was a killer, and not even he took the man lightly. The shot she was trying to serve was in desperate need of an assist.<br/><br/>The Russian looped his arm in front of the canary to have the snout of the revolver back under her chin. His other hand nestled in her golden locks, clenching it in what appeared to be a tight and painful manner, but she would notice that he wasn’t making any real attempt to rip her hair out by the roots. He yanked her head back and stared into her eyes as he spoke to The Penguin, “My tovareesh, I sorry for bring-ing you zis mowzee beech. Vomen zeez days...”<br/><br/>“You like to sing, blondinka?” he asked her, his lips playing dangerously within inches of her own. “Misha can make you sing real good.” He ran the muzzle of the gun along her bottom lip, tracing it as he smiled sadistically at her.<br/><br/>Hendricks was hoping The Penguin would buy into her story, especially now with one of his elite henchmen showing disbelief or possible doubt in The Penguin’s <em>intelligence.</em> He would release her if ordered to.</span>