<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's Bodyguard (NPC)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The Penguin hadn’t taken the bait. The man was more clever than he thought. Hendricks didn’t hesitate in following through with his <em>master’s</em> order. He took the blonde beauty out back into a dingy alley that reflected the rest of Gotham. There were rats, trash, and the stars didn’t even seem to shine on this night. It held the smell of urine and rot and would make a good grave for any fool that opted to cross The Penguin. While working undercover, there were many cases where Hendricks had to bag a body in a black trash bag and take it out to the dumpster. The dumpster possibly held five to ten bodies a week that were collected like garbage by the truck and taken to the dump.<br/><br/>As soon as they were outside and alone, the canary twisted from his grasp, his hand releasing her a little to spare the rest of her hair that she didn’t seem at all concerned to lose. The Russian peered down at her from eyes as grey as steel. He had watched her clumsily stumble against him and spill across his chest, his hands making no move to steady her. Her sapphires peered up at him and he stared deeply into her eyes as her plush lips formed words that almost escaped him.<br/><br/><strong>I really hope your not one of the ones that have attacked and serious injured those Gotham officers of the law.</strong><br/><br/>Hendricks felt his heart quicken when her lips neared his, and then suddenly the revolver went flying out of his hand. His eyes darted to the gun that went somersaulting to the ground, and then back to the canary who cautiously backed away from him.<br/><br/><strong>If not, I suggest you find another source of employment Mikhail, and quickly.</strong><br/><br/>The Russian simply grinned at her and was about to speak when the large, bodyguard that had been standing by The Penguin’s private lounge stepped into the alley.<br/><br/>“Looks like you’re havin’ a problem,” the bodyguard said with a chuckle.<br/><br/>Misha shook his head as his hand went to the inner pocket of his own fur coat to remove the knife that he had retrieved from the card table. “No problem. Ve vere havink fun. Veren’t ve Blondinka? Cmotreeteh, ve vill see vat color she bleeds.”<br/><br/>The Russian stepped toward Canary but was halted by a large, black hand that settled upon his shoulder and clenched it tight in warning. “Mikhail, you sick fuck. The Penguin didn’t send me out here. I came out here because I wanted to stop you from killin’ her before I gotta chance at her.”<br/><br/>Misha glanced at the hand on his shoulder and hesitantly returned the knife inside his coat. “You vant to get vet, ladnah. I like ven zey cry.”<br/><br/>“I know you do,” the bodyguard said. He removed his big, white fur coat and handed it to The Russian to hold. The large man approached the canary, his hands unfastening his belt ever so confidently. He was so convinced that he could easily wrestle her down and have his dick between her cheeks sooner than she could blink, but Hendricks knew the man was a fool. He wasn’t going to stop the scumbag, however. He hated rapists more than most of Gotham’s usual scum. With a long smile, The Russian watched the canary to see what she would do. The man was indeed larger and probably twice as strong as her, but if the leather-clad vixen was as dangerous as Hendrick’s perceived, then the guy was due for a world of hurt.</span>