It was nothing new. You ask what? My special phone rang. I'm a contract killer. There it goes this way:

1. Somebody calls my boss

2. My boss forwards the job to the person in whose area of responsibility the job falls

3. You do it or another person does it, if the victim leaves your area

4. You claim the money

You see? Easy and effective. My territory is Central America - the United States.

So, my phone rang. It was my boss: "Kill?"
Short for 'the killing beauty'.
My pseudonym.

"Boss."
"New assignment. Gotham City."

Gotham.
The place, I grew up.
The place full of my pain.
But not now.
Now I'm cold.
And this is good.
You shouldn't have pity and/or mercy, if you kill people.

"Who?"
"A guy called 'the Red Hood'."
"Two weeks."
"Two hours to pick your things. Take a Wayne Enterprise helicopter. Not so noticeable."