<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>: Outside The Iceberg Lounge in a Mercedes Benz<br/><strong>Music</strong>: Figaro's Aria - The Barber of Seville (http://youtu.be/7qHZkkgowdY)<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: The Penguin & Black Canary<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The Russian retracted his lips, when the beauty roared ahead of him. The way she popped a wheelie on that motorcycle he had to admit that her bike skills were impressive. She had managed to maneuver around back behind him and he scowled at her through the rearview mirror as she blew him a kiss. She thought she was so cute. <em>SMASH!</em><br/><br/>Misha jumped, his shoulders shrugging as glass shot past his head. What the hell was that? The Penguin had clutched his top hat, hunching in his seat as glass tumbled over the cushions. Without wasting another second, he whirled and began his desperate crawl for the back window. The Russian sat up in his seat and frowned at the scene that he was seeing in the rearview mirror. He was watching a fat Penguin trying to squeeze out his back window. The good life must have had him put on a little too much blubber.<br/><br/>“Get your fat azz back herre!” Misha growled. He reached a hand back to grasp the back of The Penguin’s trousers, which to his horror, yanked down his suspenders to the point where he was gazing at some rubber ducky briefs hugging ass bigger than that of the bitches he’s tapped. The Russian’s lips stretched in disgust at the sight. A simple villain kidnapping was turning into a joke real quick.<br/><br/>The Penguin continued to squirm and kick, trying to squeeze his globular girth through. “Drat!”<br/><br/>Scowling, Pots’s flipper went for the pistol in his coat pocket. He grasped it and removed it, to point the barrel at the Russian. Having been trying to multi-task watching the road and yanking his hostage back into the car, Misha glanced back at The Penguin only to get shot between the eyes. His head shot backwards as a thin stream of fire shot from the hole in his forehead. Straightening, Misha blinked in surprise. The fool had actually did it.<br/><br/>“You gone and done it now,” Hendricks said, dropping his false accent for the first time. The Demolisher’s black flesh cracked, and then suddenly...</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">KABOOM!</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The blast from the exploding Mercedes sent The Penguin flying out the back window and heading straight for Black Canary like a screaming, human cannonball. Cars swerved and crashed into a pile up that was growing worse as unsuspecting drivers continued the domino effect. The Mercedes was nothing but a burning husk of what had once been a beautiful car, and the driver that had been behind its wheel was nowhere to be found. </span>