"Beautiful like a bad tattoo looking like a mortal sin"
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THERE WAS A SWITCHBLADE IN ROSALIND'S POCKET.
Just in case.
She and Gordon had taken Kenzie in and released the recording of Falcone to the news. It was going to air as soon as possible. Then Rosalind left the precinct and made her way to the Iceberg Lounge. She didn't bother changing her clothes to blend in at the club. She wasn't undercover this time. Rosalind was simply herself. And she had a job to do.
The door of the club opened to reveal the twins once again. She noticed that their faces were still bruised from the last time. Rosalind sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
"Are we really going to do this again?" She asked them, putting her hands on her hips. "Let's just save us all the trouble."
They stared at her for a moment. Then they stepped aside. Rosalind smiled.
"Thanks guys," She said, walking past them.
As Rosalind made her way through the club, music blared and lights flashed. She noticed a few people looking at her and she remembered she was still kind of big news. After all, her kidnapping and torture had been livestreamed about 48 hours ago. But at this point, she didn't care about the stares.
She cared about finding Bruce.
Rosalind knew she wouldn't find him in the crowd. She ducked into a door leading to the backrooms. There was immediately an unconscious body to step over. Rosalind smirked. So she was headed in the right direction. Further down the hallway she heard what sounded like a saw. Cautiously she took the switchblade out of her pocket and made her way towards the sound.
But there was no need for it. Bruce was standing there, his back to her as he was quite literally cutting the power.
"You leave bodies like a trail of breadcrumbs," She said.
Bruce jumped and whipped around, ready to fight. But when he saw who it was, he deflated with relief. She heard him whisper her name with a chuckle.
"How else would I get you to find me?" He said. "But you should head back into the club, find Selina. It's safer for you out there, Falcone's guys keep-"
As if Bruce had summoned it, one of Falcone's cronies burst in. But Rosalind was faster. She elbowed him in the stomach, making him double over before bringing her knee up to crack him in the face. The man fell to the ground immediately, out cold. Bruce's mouth hung open as she caught her breath.
"I think I'm good," She shrugged.
"You are-" He shook his head. "You are so impressive."
A second later, the power went out. It was pitch black in the room for a moment before the red backup lights came on. Bruce began digging through his backpack. He pulled out the cowl and glanced up at Rosalind.
