Gotham City- 2100

"I never understood why people flock over VENOM."

"I heard some inmates say that it feels good having it pumping through your veins."

"I can imagine. It is still a drug, after all."

"Another thing that needs to be ridden off this earth."

"Indeed it does," Brass says with a questionable tone.

"What is it?"

"Nothing actually. I was just thinking about something I may have forgotten back in Gotham...oh well. No use crying over spilled milk," Brass says as the come up on the docks.

"Doesn't sound like nothing", Derek says as he looks over the operation.

Brass steps out of the car and looks around.

Derek steps out and goes around the car, opening the trunk.

"What do you think you're doing?" Brass says, following him to the trunk.

"Precaution", Derek tells her and throws her a futuristic looking rifle. "Stun rifles; fire darts that send an electric shock into the victim and paralyzes them. If you must ask, I've had to use this during a public riot before."

"Is that so?" Brass sticks the rifle between her belt and dress. "Shall we?"

Derek nods and goes ahead of her.

Brass follows Derek inside.

"Would you look at that.", Derek says hiding behind the shelves with her. The warehouse was filled with containers.

Brass looks around before noticing. "Jackpot," she says.

"They don't look like they're heavily armed, either", Derek says to Brass, talking about the henchmen.

"Is that so? Gee, tiger, have you done this before?"

"Special training", Derek tells her. It wasn't exactly a lie.

"You're becoming more and more interesting with every passing minute, you know that?"

"And so are you. This has turned out to be quite an unusual business dinner", Derek says aiming for two passing guards, shooting them both in the neck.

Brass then pulls her rifle, spins it on her finger and takes a shot, dropping another.

Derek fires at a few incoming men and pushes a button near the exit, closing the doors.

Brass flips over one of the incoming thugs then swiftly turns around and shoots him in the neck.