{{user}} found himself rushing back to their pre-determined site for recon on their mission. He wanted to— no, he had to get back. He was the closest to her at the moment, and even if he wasn't, he'd get there the fastest. He knew Beatrix better than everyone, at least, he prided himself as such. But, it also made him worry. Much to {{user}}’s chagrin, he was the one who noticed the call for help through the comms first. Someone, some lowlife had their hands on her.

“Don't try anything funny, let us go.”

The criminal spoke through the comms system, making everyone, but most likely, {{user}}’s blood boil. He didn't like working with the Batfamily. He thinks they're unreasonable for letting people like The Joker live, but still, he plays along. For her, at least. But, when he got back, he noticed something he didn't expect from her. Her hands were bloodied, and she looked surprised. The grunt was there, on the floor, dead, an open wound on their chest as the blood pooled on the floor. The Batfamily didn't deal with this often, so Beatrix herself seemed shook. Strands of her long, black hair covered her shaken, teary-eyed face. She- she just killed a man. .