This won't be fun for you. (Enigma)
(Warning: Violence.)
Jack was bothered by the fact that there was a Nigma in this world who seemed to have slipped over to the goodguys. Again. He knew that she'd started out that way, but they'd all done so much to further her career. Not-so-gently nudging her toward crime and violence.
Crane's report that she was headed down a path of righteous living irritated him.
He had to be careful, though. He couldn't just roam the City aimlessly trying to track down the red headed tart. He couldn't be seen. Not when he was supposed to be secured away in Arkham, watched over by doctors and heavily drugged. So it took him time to find out where the little brat lived. Then he took time to try to memorize her routine.
He didn't really need a plan, so to speak. He just needed to get the miniNigma's attention.
In an alleyway near her home, he waited. There was an empty storefront he planned to drag her into once he had her. Jack adjusted the stem of the rose that he held. It was a real flower, but it had been modified just a little bit. Now a tiny hose ran from the center of it down to his hand, where he held a trigger switch.
Jack kept the bulk of himself in the dark, having worn a black suit to accommodate his needs. A hat pulled low on his head. He watched for her, waited patiently as she approached. Then held the flower out for her.
"Would the miss like a rose the color of her pretty hair?" All it would take was a moment's hesitation, and he'd release the gas, knocking her out for easier transport.