<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 canary stood and he felt her warm tits giving against his knuckles. She faced him even with the revolver hovering beneath her chin, and as she looked him in the eyes and spoke her taunt, the corner of his mouth quirked in a smirk as he countered, “If you zink you can best me blondinka, zen vether or not I have gun shouldn’t matter.”<br/><br/>The blonde was quite the <em>femme fatale</em>. The most dangerous thing about her was that she knew she was, and she must have been used to having her honey pot dipped into. Even for Hendricks, he found staying in character to be a growing problem. Drawing his hand from her breasts, the slightest quiver of them tumbling back into place made him slightly antsy with arousal. As she stalked toward The Penguin’s private lounge, he swung the cold revolver against her bottom in a light, metallic spank.<br/><br/>“Beestra. (Quickly)”<br/><br/>The canary was led to a red curtain obscuring the entrance to The Penguin's private lounge where actual penguins waddled about outside of it dressed like waiters. The creatures were The Penguin’s trademark, and ignoring the fact that they were endangered species, Pots saw them as his closest friends and pets. There was a large and dark-skinned bouncer standing outside the drape. He was wearing a white-fur coat and his large arms were crossed before his chest. <br/><br/>“Tell Penguin zat he has guest vant-ting to see him,” The Russian ordered. <br/><br/>The bouncer scowled suspiciously at the woman before he turned to slide  a hand between the drapes and part it wide enough for him to get a message through, “Boss, The Russian caught a lovely <em>fish</em> for you.”<br/><br/><em>Lovely</em>, heh; he had no idea.</span>