Sirens could be heard all across Gotham as the wind blew Kate’s long red hair behind her. Her foot was pressed against a man’s throat while the barrel of her Beretta firearm pressed against his forehead.

“You’ve got intel on The Penguin. Tell me what you know.” Kate demanded firmly. Footsteps were then heard nearby, so she adjusted herself a bit to prepare for a fight if needed. “Who the hell’s there? Show yourself.” She aimed her gun while pressing down on the man’s throat still.