<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<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The Russian’s grin parted as an amused and low chuckle left his throat when she suggested a pat down. His hand that wasn’t occupied on her thigh came around with a lengthy, silver revolver clutched in it. He held the weapon against her chest, the barrel of the revolver snug between her ample swells of flesh and the muzzle of the weapon an inch below her chin.<br/><br/>“How a-bout ve see vat Penguin zinks a-bout you?” Misha asked. “Come vit me blondinka, I have shot prettier beeches in za mouf.”<br/><br/>She may have noticed that no one in the lounge paid the revolver in The Russian’s hand any mind. It was an environment they had grown accustomed to and she was quite right that there may have been no innocents. The woman was still a mystery. She had refused to state her purpose like any stranger would. If he was in her position, he wouldn’t have said anything either. At this point, he hoped the woman would cooperate. Hendricks did intend to take her to The Penguin curious as to what business she had with him. Currently, he didn’t trust her to go hinting to her his own reasons for being in the villain’s gang. She hadn’t earned his trust yet.<br/><br/>If Black Canary cooperated, The Russian would usher her over to The Penguin at gun point.</span>