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The job had been easier than Yelena expected. The target was clumsy with his information, it was simple to get into his data and find what she needed to expose him. Easier still to send the information to the right sources to have him exposed, his disgusting habits open to all of the right people in the world, those who would cause the most damage simply by knowing, just as she’d been requested to do so. And on the day he was exposed and people begun to get wind of what he’d done, Yelena had been waiting in his apartment, and she’d dealt with him accordingly - a single gunshot to the head, right between his eyebrows, and left behind the pendant to leave the blame elsewhere. The scene was clear of any trace of her.
She didn’t need to bring proof back to Cobblepot’s club - the proof was everywhere, reports rushing around the city, the murder on the news. There’s no need to have brought anything to confirm her job had been done. If anything, she’s sure Oswald had kept track of her workings through this job anyway.
The morning after the job had been completed, she finds another card with a time, another little penguin printed on the card to confirm her assumption that it was Cobblepot. Her day is clear of course - the last of her bruises is fading and she’ll be making her way back into her day job tomorrow, but for the time being she is free and clear and makes her appearance at his club at the requested time - just after midday, the streets are busy but the club is, of course, empty.
After a quick check by the guards, Yelena makes her way into the club to find the man waiting for her, of course, just as she’d expected. “I’m sure you’ve heard the good news.” She states simply as she takes a seat, once again setting the card down on the bar. “I believe it should be to your satisfaction. The man won’t be troubling you again.