Late at night, in a hallway of the Blood Blade Gang's building.
Gray-white moonlight spilled through the windows onto the hallway. Everything around it was silent, without a sound.
Suddenly-
Crack! Crack!
The rhythmic cracking of a whip broke the silence of the night.
But... if you listened carefully, you could also make out what seemed to be a man's howls mixed in, enough to send chills down your spine.
"Will you talk? Will you talk? Will you talk?" A woman's voice suddenly rang out, clear as an oriole's song.
"I will! I'll talk... I'll tell you everything!" The man's voice was hoarse and trembled slightly, as though the beating had terrified him.
"Then hurry up and talk!"
"I... argh!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Another series of lashes rang out.
Black Canary wore a cold, emotionless expression as she kept swinging Lynn's Lightning Five-Strike Whip.
"Talk!"
The bound, burly white man was covered in wounds, and the searing pain made him suck in a breath.
He raised his head and looked at the woman before him, wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear, his heart filled with fear.
"Shit! You haven't asked me anything! What am I supposed to say? If you want me to talk, at least ask a question! You've been beating me for over half an hour, just asking whether I'll talk..."
The burly white man felt a pain in his balls. Where had this lunatic in fishnet stockings and a black bodysuit come from?
Gotham?
She hadn't asked a single question. She just kept whipping him and asking whether he would talk.
He wanted to talk, but she had to fucking ask something first!
Black Canary: "..."
"Ahem..."
She coughed to ease the awkward atmosphere, then raised the whip in her hand and stared coldly