She raised an eyebrow as he implied that she had gotten the car by any other means than she'd said. She gave a mock look of hurt and insult before laughing.

"Like I said Boy Toy. I found the car running and unlocked. So I got in then some guy begins yelling at me, quite rude really. So I pretty much had no choice BUT to swing open the door and drive the man's head through the window. He would've been fine if I hadn't run him over as I escaped. Probably would've survived THAT had I not backed over him...a few times."

She said with a shrug before taking off. She pretty much ignored what he was saying. As she drove, weaving in and out of traffic she pulled out her cellphone. She was focusing on the phone as she drove, still managing to stop when a light turned red. Thanks to her 'augmented sight' as she called it she didn't need to focus.

"If you are so upset with how I've treated you Boy Toy know one thing, I am giving the same amount of respect I have been shown. See you've shot me repeatedly, something that gets quite annoying. I have never tried to harm you, primarily because you're not the target and there's nothing to gain from it."

She said as the light turned green. She revved the engine and took off, placing her phone back in her boot. When he asked her name she turned to look at him and shifted her face to her true form. Being that of no face at all, completely smooth. There were no distinguishable features.

"I'm Nobody, Boy Toy. Doctor Nobody, that's all you need to know."

Sure she had a wide variety of aliases she could go with but if he tried searching Doctor Nobody he wouldn't find much. Just a lot of dead bodies and a few leads on the Black market. Everything from the lab that created was destroyed. Sure it was likely out there somewhere, but it'd be tricky to find and give no information to her specifically.

As she drove she turned down a side street before taking a few random turns and ending up inside a clearing that was surrounded by warehouses. Julius owned them so she knew she could do whatever she liked for as long as she wanted. She parked beside a large door and got out whistling calmly before letting out a sharp whistle.

"Be a dear and grab our guest Boy Toy while I set up the.....environment. It has been so long since I entertained."

A man dressed in all black with a hood opened the door and stood to the side waiting for her next order. As she walked she shifted into her Doctor Nobody form. Black dress, lab coat and no face. She stopped and 'looked' over her shoulder to make sure he was following.

That Caspar could believe. Well, he could at least appreciate the efficiency involved. A man's corpse raised questions, yes, but it provided far fewer answers than an alive and well man would. Really, running him over several times was just being thorough, and Caspar appreciated thoroughness.
"Perhaps a bullet would have made more sure," He muttered, half to himself. Less fun, yes, but infinitely more sure, assuming it was fired correctly.

At her comment about respect, Caspar couldn't resist a laugh.
"I have shown more respect than one of you deserves," He told her, "Because you have won it. Annoying as you may be, you have shown yourself to be highly skilled and resourceful. But do not, for a single second, assume that you are worthy of equal respect to somebody like me." He'd work with her and even endure her flirting if he had to, but he wouldn't lie for her. And, as he'd been told over and over again from the day he was born, it would be an unforgivable lie to pretend that the two of them were equals. "But, as I say, you have won more of my respect than I would have thought. Perhaps you could win more." The last part was actually mildly diplomatic. They were in a car together and about to conduct torture, after all. It wouldn't do to get off on the wrong foot. 

Caspar wasn't impressed especially by the face. He'd seen it before, when he'd shot her. And besides, his sister had that....abomination as her consort. There wasn't much that could sicken him now.
"A foolish name," He muttered, "And one that is clearly a lie. As perverse and wrong as some may be, they are all somebody. I, for one, am Crossbones." If she searched the name, the most she'd come up with would be information regarding his father. 

As they pulled into the warehouse, Caspar took his time to survey their setting. Thick walls, nothing a hand grenade wouldn't breach. Soundproofed presumably, unless Nobody was far stupider than she seemed. Men on the door, which was mildly worrying, but nothing he couldn't handle. If the situation turned difficult, he'd tear the warehouses and everyone in them apart. If worst came to worst, he could summon backup and begin a war in New York City.

"I assume your men can be trusted," He said following her command, hauling the man out the back window and making him scream in pain. "Can keep their si-" And then he turned to find her in a black dress, and he paused, his grasp on the English and even German tongues failing him for a second. And then, as he looked away to follow after her with their man, he found it again. "They can keep their silence?" He asked, but now his tone was awkward.

"Personally, I loathe guns. Sure they'll do in a pinch but guns are....simplistic. Anyone can fire a gun but it takes real skill to draw a blade down someone's skin. Although perhaps I just enjoy dragging it out."

She said with a shrug. She knew that if you wanted someone killed quickly and simply she wasn't the best option. If you wanted someone dead, but first wanted to learn everything about them, then she was the one to talk to. But she knew that sometimes she needed to speed things up, as Caspar would see first hand.

"More respect than this? I won't be holding my breath Boy Toy."

She said with a laugh. He wouldn't respect her as a person? That was fine with her. Mostly since Chari didn't view herself as a person anyways. However she wasn't going to bend over backwards to get some sort of respect from him. If need be she'd work with him long enough to get the information from him and move on.

"Nobody was the first name I've known Boy Toy.But wait, Crossbones? Like the HYDRA guy? Ya know I nearly pitched my skills to HYDRA before my current employer obtained me."

She said with a shrug. It was true, she had contemplated working for HYDRA, as they could also prove useful. Sure she may not agree with a lot of their standings, but a quick facial change and getting to play with what they had she'd make it work. She always looked well in green. So she could make due, provided they had enough good stuff to work with. No doubt they had a few attempts at Super Soldier Serum that she could play with. She had always wanted to get her hands on it and so far Savage hadn't been too successful. But she had her eyes on someone that trumped any old Serum.

"My men can be trusted, don't worry Boy Toy. Gamma, show him why you can be trusted."

She said to the man at the door as she walked in. The guy at the door pushed his hood down and revealed his mouth had been sewn shut.

"I'll be honest, I had one man try to talk. Problem is my employer owns most of the police in most cities so we nipped it in the bud. He's in there if you want to see him. I may even let him die one day, I haven't decided. After that I sewed all their mouths shut as well as instilled a good healthy fear of me."

She motioned to one room off to the side. in it was a man who was nothing more than a torso and basically a head. Chari had essentially cut anything she deemed useless off of him. Positioned in front of him was a mirror which allowed the one propped open eye to see.

"Lay him down here Boy Toy."

She said motioning to a medical table with restraints attached.

"You are most wrong, Fraulein," Caspar said, a cold note in his voice. "While it takes practice to wield a knife, firearms are by far harder to master. Give a man a knife and tell him to cut somebody, he will be able to do it. Give him a gun with one bullet and tell him to shoot somebody, he will miss." Caspar still remembered the painful hours learning how to first shoot. Hours at a time alone, laying in the snow, the kick from the gun threatening to break his painfully weak bones with any shot. It had been a hard way to learn, and at times he'd felt like just walking into the snow until he froze, but his father had been right to do it. A cripple, even a genius cripple, would have been of no use to anybody. If he had still been sickly and weak, he'd have rather been of some use, and not a worthless waste of space like he could have been.

"It could be possible, Fraulein Nobody, if you were able to distinguish yourself somehow." Not that Caspar could see what else she could do. He'd already seen her shrug off bullets, reach a target at the same time as him and hijack a car. In many other people, he might have admired that distinctly. In somebody like her, well, it was somewhat respectful.
"Yes, Crossbones," Caspar told her stiffly, "Like the man who was an inspiration to any true believer, yes." He saw no need to reference his relation to the original Crossbones. She did not need to know that information, and Kammi would almost certainly be furious. "Offer your services to HYDRA as one of your....kind?" He asked. "Fraulein, you would not have made it into a compound." 

Caspar was used to disfigurement and aberration, but there was some part of him that was both sickened and fascinated by the thread binding the man's lips together. What would drive a man to accept such a thing? Still, he would not give her the satisfaction of a response. When he saw the tortured man, however, his lips opened.
"That wretch has no dignity," He told her, "It has been beaten from him. He is like a lesser animal without it. Better to kill him and rid the world of his presence than suffer him to live." While Caspar spoke, he laid the man, now begging and crying, onto the table and began to feed his wrists and ankles into the restraints.

"True true. Anyone can stab someone, but that's nothing. What I'm talking about is stabbing someone solely to inflict pain but not kill. Or how with a a half-inch nick you can end someone's life, causing them to bleed out. But I will agree, guns are difficult. It all depends on what your intentions are I suppose. Quick kill from a distance, yes, gun is best."

She wouldn't argue it. Admittedly, she just preferred blades. They were more fun for her. Looking someone in the eye as your blade slowly broke their flesh and the blood began to pour out. The look as they knew they were breathing their last breaths, she loved it. But then again she was insane and loved causing pain to others. She knew it wasn't healthy, but she was also accepting of it. SHe was created and raised to be a killer, so she did just that.

"Everyone is willing to take the work of a skilled doctor Boy Toy. Even your beloved HYDRA would accept my help. Of course being a shape shifter I could easily pull off the blonde hair blue eyed nonsense you all insist on. Then again, I have issues working for Nazis. I mean sure I'm a homicidal sadist but scientifically genocide doesn't make sense. In the grand scheme you weaken the species as a whole, especially since we're all the same. Black, white, Christian, Jewish, human and mutant."

She said with a shrug. She knew he wouldn't agree with him and arguing to convince him otherwise would be a waste of time, breath and energy. Besides, she had more important things to deal with. Namely figuring out what information this moron had and how he'd gotten it. While she wouldn't admit it, and suspected he wouldn't either, but she had suspected an inside job. The details he'd acquired were indeed concerning.

"I have contemplated killing him but everytime I go to end him he looks at me with such pity and pleading, then I remember I owe him nothing. Not to mention at this point his very survival is a scientific wonder. I'm a scientist first and a killer second."

Actually she was a mother first but that wasn't something he needed to know. The less he learned of her life the safer it'd be for the both of them. She watched as he began to strap the would be victim down. She examined the future dissection project closely.

"Beta, be a dear and bring Mama her tools."

A cart was wheeled over to them. On it were the tools one would expect. Scalpels, forceps and a variety of medical instruments. But along with them were other items. A club, larger blades, soldering irons as well as a metal rod currently buried in coals. Lower on the cart were drawers while also contained more dangerous things. She motioned to the cart with a smile.

"Proceed, you are a guest after all."

Two of her 'helpers' were seated at computers, ready to search any information he may give as well as keeping records.

Caspar knew she was wrong. There was no great struggle to killing. People liked to pretend they were great and moral, that only monsters took lives, but they too were wrong. Mankind was a warrior race. While, of course, for the purposes of social conduct, wanton slaughter was unthinkable, it didn't take much to convince a man to kill. And when he did, he was rewarded. The mind allowed itself to take pleasure in what it tried to hard to suggest was an abomination. Convince a man he is right, and he'll gladly look his victim in the eye as he kills him with a knife. Guns were only harder because they required learning. 
"Anybody with rudimentary anatomy knowledge can kill quickly with a knife," He said to her, "Give a biologist a gun and he is as like to shoot himself in the foot."

Caspar shook his head as she insisted HYDRA might have hired her.
"We have ways," He told her, "That you would take the skin of one of....them is bad enough, Fraulein. That alone says what we would need to know about you. We have our own doctors." Besides, it would be hard to trust a shapeshifter. Too many unpredictable variables at work. And then he actually spat on the floor at her next statement, his eyes snapping with anger. "Do not compare the likes of me to....those." He practically hissed. 

He was so incensed by that statement that he ignored her justification for keeping the wretch alive, and leant over the victim. 
"Which hand do you use?" He asked, his voice quiet but burning with anger. There was a system he used. Only silence came from the victim, so Caspar repeated his question, practically spitting out the words, his eyes burning dangerously.
"L-Left..." Came the reply, and the Nazi smiled.

Seizing a finger of the man's strapped down right hand, Caspar smiled at him in a predatory way, and then pulled a pair of pliers off of the cart. Without further ado, he began to prise the nails off of the man's weaker hand, one by one, listening to his screams.
"I would suggest talking," He said politely.

It was clear the two of them would never really agree. They'd get along enough to get a job done. Basically this person had stumbled onto two secret organizations and now he was in trouble. Because he was at the mercy of the arguably the most dangerous, or least sane, members of each group. Sure Batwoman may disagree with Chari's claim as the most dangerous member but Chari didn't care.

"Oh Boy toy, you certainly are a little dangerous. I like a man who goes right to it."

She whispered in his ear before reaching into the man's pocket and pulling out his wallet. She dumped out things like money and credit cards but pocketed his Costco card as well as a Yogurt punch card. Meanwhile she grabbed his ID and began examining it.

"Delta, to me."

One of her minions seemingly appeared out of nowhere, head bowed. Chari handed the ID to him and he began to examine it.

"Find his family. Tell the girls to destroy his safe houses while you get his family. They know what to do."

'NO!'

"Don't worry, if they're young we won't kill them. I have rules, they will become soldiers, or at the very least test subjects."

The look of fear in his eyes brought a smirk to Chari's lips. It told her he had at least one child or niece or nephew he was especially close to. That was fine, Chari was always on the look out for new test subjects. Of course he had no way of knowing that the girls had his hair and DNA and would make sure it looked like arson and that he did it. It wasn't the first time she'd questioned a man and went after his family. She had it down to a science and the girls were used to it. Chari began to look at the cart full of tools and smirked.

"I only have one demand. If he dies I get the body, I have plans.

Caspar practically had his interrogations down to an art form these days, or at least the beginnings of them. The fingernails would be pulled off the weaker hand, and then the fingers would be snapped. After that, he would place pins into the skin once covered by the fingernail and push them in, and them hammer the fingers to crush the bones. Done on the weaker hand so that the victim would have time to consider whether they would ever want to write again before he repeated the process with their dominant hand. Often he didn't even get around to the hammer before the person talked. Of course, that didn't mean he didn't continue even after they told him what he wanted to know. 

As the 'assistant' came over, Caspar took the time to examine it. He refused to grace it with treating it like a person. Efficient, obedient and broken. An oddly effective type of servant, it was almost an affront that she had them and not HYDRA, who might put them to their full potential. As the woman, Nobody, spoke of the man's family, Caspar paused his snapping of the fingers to see if the man would scream any louder just at that, and he did. Still, Caspar felt compelled to speak up.
"Fraulein, forgive me," He told her, "But, while this man deserves..." Another snapped finger, "Everything, his family have done nothing I am aware of. He is...pure, they may well be too, and pure blood spilled is a waste." There was no sympathy for the wretch's wife or children in his words, nor did he especially care if they lived or died, he just wanted to point out the principle of it. Although given who she was, he doubted intensely that she would appreciate it. 

"What do you know about HYDRA?" Caspar asked the man, holding his middle finger, the last unbroken one, in his hands. The man gave no reply beyond screaming, so the super-soldier gave a disappointed sigh and snapped the last one as well. So disappointing. "Resistance will do you no good." A scan of the trolley revealed nails, not pins, but they would do. But before that, Caspar leant back to watch what Nobody picked up. It was possible to learn a lot about somebody by what tool they went for. "Perhaps you would like a turn?" He asked, as if he were suggesting she would like to ride a horse, not to torture a man.

She raised an eyebrow, or would've if she had one, at his comment about pure blood. It was cute, the evil Nazi had a sense of right and wrong. She never did understand why people saw right and wrong, good or evil. Sure it was possible there was a true good person out there that she had never encountered. However it seemed very unlikely that that kind of person was out there. She'd seen too much of this world to believe in good or pure.

"Purity is something created by the simple minded to try and help them make sense of an evil and cruel world. It's almost adorable that you believe there's such a thing."

She said with a laugh. But when she was offered the chance to torture him herself she smiled. She jumped on the man, straddling him and laughing. With a laugh she began to punch him in the chest, not letting him take a breath.

"Alright that was fun. Now we're going to ask questions and every time you don't give me a proper answer I begin taking off your skin."

She held her hand out and a scalpel was placed in it by one of her assistants. She slowly dragged the back of the blade along his face, not cutting him yet but likely enough to scare him.

"So how did you find out about us?"

'I was trying to hack a weapons maker and stumbled upon it.'

"You stumbled upon two super secret organizations by accident. Do you believe that Boy Toy? Because I don't."

She said before slowly tracing a line around his cheek under his eye. She calmly hummed as she began to peel away the skin.

"Do stop screaming, I'd hate for all this wiggling to cause me to make an accident. Then I might hit an artery and then we have to keep you alive in some strange uncomfortable way. Well uncomfortable for you, and maybe Boy Toy here. He seems to have those gross moral things."

She said before pulling off the piece of skin, about a square inch and held it up to him. She began to poke the bear skin and smiled.

"What were you looking for when you 'stumbled' upon this?"

Caspar bristled somewhat at her words. Was she denying the proof that could be seen the world over?
"Do not let your lack of purity deceive you," He said, "Purity is very much real, and this man, as...wormlike as he is, seems to have it. It would be prudent to leave his family unharmed. Perhaps we just hurt him more as compensation?" That was something Caspar would enjoy. "And do not call me adorable, Fraulein. It sounds as if you have intentions." The behaviour of this woman was still unlike any he had seen before, and it was hard for him to see what she wanted out of this situation, other than the information the man on the table possessed. 

There was actually some mild disappointment as Nobody began to punch the man in the chest. Caspar was sure her punches were strong, but it still seemed like she could have perhaps gone for a more....elegant form of torture. She had made herself sound like such an expert in the field, after all.
"Why use a fist, Fraulein, when you can use so much more?" He gestured to the table, but she appeared to have had the same idea, being handed a scalpel. Well, that was more dignified at least. Caspar watched with some interest as she made the threat, but was disappointed he was not included.

And then the man made his lie, and Caspar walked around the table to spit in his face.
"An obvious lie only hurts you," He told him, "It will be quick if you just admit the truth." Nobody probably would not like him interrupting her interrogation with his own words, but he had not been brought here just to watch, and he was not going to let her force that upon him. He almost felt like Nobody was putting on a show with the scalpel, tracing it around the man's eye. He couldn't imagine her being sloppy enough to just go for the eye from the off - no, he would hope that she had far more finesse. The patch of skin was clearly cut, and Caspar could see that it had an effect on the wretch it had been removed from.
"I was looking for a government conspiracy!" He cried out. 

"The more you argue about how pure his family is the more I'm going to be forced to find his family and prove you wrong. No one is pure, some are just very good at hiding it. The last pure man allegedly died over 20 years ago, Freddy Mercury."

She said shaking her head. She didn't understand who he was so adamant that this man's family be pure. Probably because he was white. Chari was curious to see what the German had in terms of resources. If he was anything like the Nazis she'd learned about he likely had all kinds of interesting things. But so far nothing he had, aside from his sweet arm blades, and apparent decent intel sources on par with her group's, interested her.

"And who says I don't have intentions? I could show you things that'd make you think twice about everything you believe."

Whether she was talking about torture or sex was unclear. Of course that is likely because even she isn't sure if there was a difference between the two. Her concept of flirting had changed a lot since she was younger and met the girls' father. As he made a comment about her torturing methods she couldn't help but laugh.

"WHile crude yes there is a reason and a finesse to it. You see Boy Toy, by hitting the right spot on their chest at the right time they are incapable of taking a breath. You can see the panic set in as their lungs crave air but they can't draw any. Plus sometimes it's just fun to hit people."

Then as the man yelled out the answer she took pause. It could be just another attempt to save his life but that seemed unlikely. He was low on air and she was beginning to skin him little by little. So clearly that wasn't the case. But he was not just your typical conspiracy theorist. No, this went further. What had these two just stumbled on.

"High end clothes, decent watch. Who are you working for?"

She grabbed him by the jaw and held her hand with the scalpel out. It was replaced with a pair of pliers. She grabbed one of his back molars and began to squeeze and wiggle it.

"This isn't just a typical conspiracy website fool. No, he was looking for intel or looking to clean up loose ends. Could be Shaw, they say he may be the next President, or the old administration looking to cut all possible ties. Either way the same rabbit hole led to both of us. I don't know about yours but my boss doesn't like coming out of the shadows unless by choice."

She then put the pliers on his nose and smiled a bit.

"Now who do you work for? Please don't lie to me. Because then I'll have no choice but to send my people to your family. No one here wants that. You don't want that, the German doesn't want that, I...well okay I kinda want that. So give me a reason. WHo do you work for?"

She said before turning her wrist and snapping his nose.