Gotham City After Midnight: The Darkseid of Gotham City #6
The Darkseid of Gotham City #6
1
"He's a hard-headed son of a bitch, huh?" Bullock laughed.
Jim nodded and went to the coffee pot.
Gordon let out a frustrated sigh, his anger still not faded.
He poured himself a cup of coffee, his mind still focused on Nygqma.
He grunted in agreement, his voice still gruff. "You could say that again."
Harvey chuckled at that, his own anger dissipating.
He knew firsthand how difficult Nygqma could be.
He leaned back in his chair, a small smirk on his face. "Guy never learns, huh?"
"Did you know that Bane was involved with Cobblepot?" Jim asked.
Harvey shook his head. "Never got that far with him."
Bullock got up and got him some hot coffee too. "I thought Bane was doing his own thing."
Gordon took a sip of his coffee, his mind still racing.
He had assumed Bane was working alone, hadn't considered the possibility of him being involved with Cobblepot.
He grunted in agreement, his voice still gruff. "So did I."
Harvey took a sip of his own coffee, his expression thoughtful.
But the mention of Bane made him realize he had been looking in the wrong place.
He frowned, his eyes fixed on Gordon's face.
"You think he's the reason why we can't find Cobblepot."
"Maybe some of the reason, but Cobblepot is protected by The Court of Owls too. He's their supplier of weapons and drugs." Gordon informed.
Harvey's expression darkened at that, his frown deepening.
He had been investigating the Court of Owls for months, but they seemed to always be one step ahead.
The mention of drugs made him even more determined to take them down.
He grunted, his voice firm, "Those son of a bitches."
Gordon nodded in agreement, his anger flaring at the mention of the Court of Owls.
He was tired of them always being one step ahead, tired of their influence in the city.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
"We need to find Cobblepot. And we need to make sure they can't protect him."
Harvey grunted, his expression determined.
He knew the stakes were high, that the Court of Owls was a force to be reckoned with.
He took a sip of his coffee, his mind working overtime.
"I'll start looking into Cobblepot's associates. See if I can get some leads on his whereabouts."
"He's got several differet hideout locations in Gotham City, several on the outskirts, and his yacht." Gordon answered.
Harvey's eyebrows raised at that, his interest piqued.
He hadn't know about the hideouts, hadn't considered the possibility that Cobblepot had multiple places to lay low.
He took a mental note of that, his mind already forming a plan.
"Anything else I should know?"
"His men, the ones who work for him, call themselves 'The Penguin's Pals'. Like we never heard that before." Harvey said, shaking his head.
Gordon couldn't help but smirk at that, his mood lightening slightly.
He had always found the names of criminals to be ridiculously corny.
He chuckled, his voice almost amused.
"Real original."
Harvey chuckled as well, his mood lifting slightly.
He knew how silly the names of criminal groups were, knew how unoriginal they could be.
He leaned back slightly, a small shrug.
"I know, right?"
Calls came pouring into the Gotham City Police Department. "There was a hostage situation in the Gotham Plaza. A gunman in a black mask has hostages." Bullock said.
Gordon's expression hardened at that, his mind immediately shifting gears.
He was familiar with hostage situations, knew how dangerous they could be.
He was on his feet in an instant, his voice firm. "We'll have to continue this Penguin talk later. Let's go."
Harvey nodded, his determination returning. He knew the urgency of the situation, knew that lives were at stake.
He pushed himself off his chair, his voice firm. "I'll head down there first, you stay back here."
Gordon's eyes snapped to him, his expression skeptical.
He knew Harvey's tendencies, knew how he liked to run into things without thinking.
He shook his head, his voice a mix of authority and concern. "No. You're staying here."
Harvey's expression turned defiant, his stubbornness taking over.
He knew Gordon was trying to protect him, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He gritted his teeth, his voice firm.
"The hell I am."
"Come on then... you are riding with me." Gordon said, as he walked out of the precinct.
Harvey grumbled under his breath but followed Gordon out of the precinct.
He knew he wasn't going to win this argument, knew that Gordon could be stubborn when he wanted to be.
He climbed into the passenger seat of Gordon's car, still pouting slightly.
Gordon got behind the wheel, his mind already focused on the hostage situation. He started the car, his mind racing.
He could feel Harvey's frustration beside him and couldn't help but smirk slightly.
"You know, you don't have to pout." he said, his voice teasing.
"I know, Jim. You're the lead on this one." Bullock said respectfully.
"Just make sure you stay out of the way." Gordon replied, his voice firm but not unkind.
He had worked with Harvey enough to know his tendency to rush in, to act without thinking.
He couldn't afford any mistakes with a hostage situation on the line.
Harvey huffed, his arms crossed over his chest.
He knew Gordon was right, knew that he had a tendency to act before he thought things through.
But he also knew that he was capable, knew that he could handle himself.
He grunted, his pride flaring. "I'm not helpless, you know."
Red Hood was on the scene when Gordon and Bullock arrived. Batman and Robin arrived shortly after the officers.
Harvey's eyes widened at the sight of Red Hood, Robin, and Batman on the scene.
He hadn't expected so much backup, hadn't expected things to be so serious.
He couldn't help but feel a little impressed, a little intimidated.
He stepped out of the car, his eyes fixed on the scene ahead.
Batman was already in the thick of things, working with Red Hood and Robin to assess the situation.
He didn't glance in their direction, his focus completely locked on the hostages.
Gordon approached him, his voice firm and professional. "Batman, we've got a hostage situation here. Any ideas?"
Batman turned his attention to Gordon, his expression serious.
He had already noted the hostages and the perpetrator, had been assessing the situation thoroughly.
He replied simply,"Let me talk to him."
Gordon nodded, trusting Batman's judgment.
Batman approached the perpetrator, his movements calculated and calm.
He stopped a few feet away from him, his eyes locked on his face.
He spoke, his voice calm and composed.
"Let the hostages go."
"No... you go, or I'm going to shoot the first one." The man in the black mask said. "Get Batman out of here."
Batman's expression remained unphased, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He wasn't going to let himself be intimated, wasn't going to walk away.
He took a step closer, his voice low and steady.
"Lower the gun."
The black mask was a black skull shaped mask. "I told you, Batman. You refused to listen." Black Mask said, and then shot the old lady in the side of the head. "It's a new world out here, Batman."
"Oh my God... he shot somebody." Red Hood said.
Batman's expression hardened at the sound of the gunshot, his anger growing.
He had seen too many innocents harmed, had seen too much violence.
He clenched his fists, his voice filled with anger.
"Drop the gun." he repeated, his voice firmer.
Batman realized that the perpetrator was not alone. There was a gang of thugs wearing black face covers.
Batman's eyes swept over the thugs, his mind racing with possibilities.
He knew he couldn't take them all on at once, knew he had to be smart about this.
He took a step back, his mind working quickly.
"You're in over your head, Black Mask." he said, his voice low and warning.
"Do I need to shoot another one, Batman?" Black Mask inquired.
Batman's eyes narrowed, his anger growing even more.
He wasn't going to let innocent people get hurt, wasn't going to let Black Mask get away with this.
"No."
Black Mask laughed, his gun still raised.
He was enjoying this, enjoying the power he had over Batman.
He took a step forward, his voice mocking.
"Then what are you going to do, bat boy?"
He took a deep breath, his voice firm and steady.
Batman's expression remained stoic, his eyes fixed on Black Mask.
He wasn't going to give in to his taunts, wasn't going to let himself be taunted.
He clenched his fists tighter, his resolve growing.
"Let the hostages go." he said again, his voice firm and determined.
He wasn't going to give in to his taunts, wasn't going to let himself be taunted.
He clenched his fists tighter, his resolve growing.
"Let the hostages go." he said again, his voice firm and determined.
"That's not happening, Batman." Black Mask said, his voice was firm.
Batman could feel his frustration building, his anger threatening to boil over.
But he knew he couldn't act irrationally, couldn't let his emotions get the better of him.
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Black Mask." he said, his voice firmer than before.
Black Mask smiled behind his mask, his confidence growing.
He was enjoying this, enjoying the control he had over Batman.
He took another step forward, his voice confident. "Or what?"
Jim Gordon was not satisfied with Batman's attempts to stop the mad mad in the black mask.
Bullock had his weapon drawn. Backing up the commissioner.
Batman could feel the tension in the air, could feel the anger radiating off Gordon and Bullock.
He knew they wanted action, wanted this situation to be resolved quickly.
But he also knew that rushing in would only make things worse.
He looked at Gordon and Bullock, his voice firm but calm.
"Stand down."
Both Gordon and Bullock bristled at that, their expressions flaring with anger.
They wanted to act, wanted to take matters into their own hands.
But they also knew that Batman had more experience in these situations, that he knew what he was doing.
They reluctantly lowered their weapons, staying back but still watching intently.
Batman nodded in appreciation, his focus still fixed on Black Mask.
He knew he had to keep everyone safe, had to keep the situation under control.
He turned his attention back to Black Mask, his voice firm once again.
"Last chance, Black Mask. Let the hostages go."
Black Mask's smile faded slightly, but his confidence strong.
He could see that Batman wasn't going to back down, that he was going to keep pushing until this situation was resolved.
He let out a frustrated sigh, his grip on his gun tightening.
"Fine, I'll just kill another one." Black Mask threatened.
Gordon and Bullock tensed up at that, their anger flaring again.
They couldn't believe that Black Mask was willing to kill more innocent people.
Batman's eyes narrowed, his anger and determination growing.
"Don't." he said simply.
Red Hood snuck into back of the plaza. He intended to sneak up on Black Mask's team of thugs.
Red Hood moved silently, sneaking up behind Black Mask's thugs.
He was careful to stay hidden, to remain undetected.
He could feel the adrenaline rushing through him, the excitement of the mission taking over.
He drew closer to the thugs, his hand on his gun.
The thugs were unaware of his presence, their attention focused on Batman.
They were focused on the situation, their guard down.
Red Hood took advantage of their distraction, moving closer and closer.
The thugs were unaware of his presence, their attention focused on Batman.
They were focused on the situation, their guard down.
Red Hood took advantage of their distraction, moving closer and closer.
He was almost there, almost within arms reach.
He could feel the excitement building, the anticipation of the moment growing.
He was ready for this, ready to take these thugs down.
He took a deep breath, his hand gripping his gun tighter.
He was ready to strike, ready to take them all down.
Suddenly, one of the thugs turned around. He must have heard something, must have sensed Red Hood's presence.
But it was too late.
Red Hood acted quickly, launching himself at the thug.
He tackled him to the ground, his hands tightly gripping the thug's arms.
The disturbance alerted several others. They moved quickly to attack Red Hood.
Red Hood was outnumbered, but he was ready for them.
He fought them off with ease, taking down each one with swift and precise movements.
The guards around Black Mask were carrying scatter guns. Red Hood knew that they were in control.
Black Mask continued to shout his demands. "Gordon, are you listening to me?" He voice booming over the crowd of onlookers. "I will kill everyone who is in here."
"Get me the money and weapons. Otherwise I will kill these fine citizens of Gotham." Black Mask threatened.
Gordon gritted his teeth at that, his anger flaring once again.
He couldn't believe Black Mask's audacity, his willingness to endangering innocent lives.
He wanted to take action, wanted to take Black Mask down right then and there.
But he knew that would only make things worse, that he had to stay in control.
He took a deep breath, his voice steady.
"You're only making things worse, Black Mask."
Black Mask's expression darkened at that, his anger rising.
He wasn't used to being challenged, wasn't used to people standing up to him.
He stepped forward, his gun still raised.
"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it, Gordon? Nothing? Like you always do?"
"In five minutes, the Savings and Loan building will blow up. Is that what you want me to do?" Black Mask said, his hand clutching an explosive device.
"Look...you have to stop this, now." Jim Gordon said, his voice filled with anger.
"Give me the weapons and money I asked for, Jimmy Boy!" Black Mask demanded.
Gordon's expression darkened even more at that, his anger reaching its peak.
He couldn't believe Black Mask's lack of regard for human life, couldn't believe his willingness to put others in danger.
He took a step forward, his hands clenched into fists.
"Don't call me that." he said through gritted teeth.
Black Mask smirked at that, pleased with himself.
He was enjoying this, was enjoying getting under Gordon's skin.
He chuckled, his voice mocking. "What? Too personal?"
Gordon's anger flared even more at that, his control slipping.
He had had enough, had had enough of Black Mask's taunting.
He took another step forward, his fists clenching tighter. "Don't push me."
One of his bodyguards shot at Gordon as he approached them.
Batman intervened, "Gordon, you're going to get yourself killed."
Gordon's attention turned to Batman, his anger still burning bright.
He knew that Batman was right, knew that he was acting rashly.
But he couldn't help it, couldn't help the anger and frustration building inside him.
He gritted his teeth, his voice still firm.
"I can handle myself."
Batman's expression remained steady, his own anger fading slightly.
He knew that Gordon was a capable man, that he was a skilled police captain.
But he also knew that Gordon was emotional, that he was letting his anger control him.
He spoke, his voice firm and steady.
"Gordon, you need to stay back. This isn't the time or place to be a hero."
Moments later the Savings and Loan building exploded behind them.
"Look at what you made me have to do." Black Mask laughed.
He grabbed another hostage and placed his pistol on her face. "What's your name, Sweetheart?"
"Lorri." She answered.
"Look Jimmy Boy...don't make me kill Lorri, here." Black Mask warned, his voice indifferent and casual.
Gordon's expression darkened even more, his anger reaching boiling point.
He could see Lorri's fear, could see the terror in her eyes.
He took a step forward, his hands clenched into fists.
"Don't you dare hurt her."
Black Mask let out a laugh, his expression cruel.
He could see the anger and desperation in Gordon's eyes, could see how much he cared.
He pressed the gun harder against Lorri's face, his voice taunting.
"Why not? Are you going to stop me?"
"Please...I have kids." Lorri said. Her voice pleading and needy.
"Don't make me kill her, Jim. She's a mother." Black Mask said. His tone cold and detached.
Gordon's anger faded slightly at that, his heart breaking for Lorri.
He could see the fear in her eyes, could hear the desperation in her voice.
He couldn't let her get hurt, couldn't let Black Mask hurt another innocent person.
He took a deep breath, his voice still firm but calmer now.
"Let her go."
Gordon's anger flared up again, his emotions running wild.
He knew that Black Mask was serious, that he would hurt innocent people if he didn't get what he wanted.
He gritted his teeth, his voice firm.
"And how do I know you'll let them go after you get the money?"
"Come on now, Jim. I'm a man of my word." Black Mask said. "Don't put the ink shit in the money neither, or I will kill you personally... got it?"
Gordon's eyes narrowed at that, his distrust growing.
But he also knew that he had no choice, that he had to do what was best for the hostages.
He gritted his teeth, his anger still present.
"Fine. I'll get you the money."
2
"Mr. Castle... what brings you here today?" Alfred asked.
Castle's expression was serious, his eyes weary.
He looked at Alfred, his voice gruff. "I need to see Bruce."
"There's currently a hostage situation at the Gotham City Plaza. Bruce is there with Batman and Robin."
"Holy shit... you have to get me there, now. They will need some help." Frank said.
"You don't look so good, Mr. Castle. Are you sure?"
"Hell yeah... I'm positive." The Punisher said, low and gruff.
Alfred hesitated for a moment, his expression concerned.
He could see that Castle was not in the best shape, that he was worn down.
But he also knew that Castle was a capable fighter, that he could provide valuable help.
He sighed, his voice resigned. "Alright. Get in the car."
Castle didn't hesitate, hopping into the passenger seat of the car.
He could feel the adrenaline already building within him, the excitement of battle starting to take over.
He gritted his teeth, his mind focused on the task at hand.
"Let's go." he said, his voice firm and determined.
Alfred drove quickly but carefully, his focus on the road.
He could feeling Castle's impatience, could sense his readiness for battle. Checking his weapons and gear.
"You're a friend of Batman, huh?" he asked suddenly.
"I guess you could say that." Frank replied.
Alfred nodded, his expression thoughtful.
He had always been curious about Castle's relationship with Batman.
He had heard rumors, had seen the news reports, but he had never asked before.
He took a chance, his voice curious.
"How exactly do you know Bats?"
"I met him in a fight. I'd tracked a man to Gotham City. He refused to go peacefully, and so I killed him. That put me and Batman at odds." Frank replied. "I came this time to get Deathstroke, and I am only still here because I am helping Batman."
Frank thought for a moment, "but I do like it here in Gotham City. I've considered staying for a little while longer."
Alfred raised an eyebrow at that, his interest piqued.
He had never known Castle to show an interest in staying in one place for long.
He wondered what had changed, what had made him consider staying in Gotham City longer.
"You're thinking about staying longer?" he asked, his voice surprised but pleased.
"I met this lady, Alfred. Her name is Maxine. She has caught my interest. I guess you could say." Frank admitted, his voice calm and composed.
Alfred's expression softened at that, a small smile tugging at his lips.
He could see the hint of vulnerability in Frank's usually gruff exterior, could hear the subtle change in his voice.
He had always known that there was a man behind the mask of The Punisher, a person with feelings and emotions.
"Do you like her?" he asked gently.
"I most definitely like her, but she has issues. Things she needs help with, but that's what I do, sir...help those in need and punish those who cause the pain." Frank replied, low and honest.
Alfred nodded, his expression understanding.
He could see the sincerity in Frank's words, could sense his desire to help those in need.
He had always known that Castle was more than just a vigilante, that he was a good man at heart.
He spoke, his voice warm.
"She sounds like a lucky lady."
Castle smiled slightly at that, his expression uncharacteristically soft.
He had never been one to talk about his feelings, but something about Alfred made him want to open up.
He grunted, his voice gruff but softer now.
"Yeah well...we'll see what happens."
Alfred let out a small chuckle, his expression warm.
He had always known that beneath the gruff exterior, Castle was a man with a good heart.
He spoke, his voice gentle.
"I'm rooting for you."
Castle's smile widened slightly at that, his rough exterior slipping further.
He had never been one to rely on the support of others, but he couldn't deny the warmth he felt at Alfred's words.
He huffed, his voice low but appreciative.
"Thanks, old timer."
"You be careful with this task. You have a bright future, Frank." Alfred said.
"What is the situation, do you know anything about this. What am I walking into?" Frank asked. Hoping Alfred knew something.
Alfred sighed, his expression grave.
Alfred nodded, his expression understanding. He had been updated on the situation, had been briefed by Bruce.
He knew the seriousness of the situation, the danger Frank would be walking into.
He spoke, his voice solemn.
"There's a hostage situation at the Gotham City Plaza. Black Mask has taken several people hostage and is demanding money and weapons."
Castle's expression grew serious at that, his mind quickly shifting into battle mode.
He could feel the adrenaline pumping through him, the excitement of the situation taking over.
He grunted, his voice gruff.
"Money and weapons, huh? This guy means business."
Alfred nodded, his expression determined.
He could see the determination in Castle's eyes, the fire behind his gaze.
He knew that Castle was a skilled fighter, that he could handle himself.
He pulled the car over, coming to a stop a block away from the Gotham City Plaza.
He spoke, his voice firm. "Be careful."
Alfred nodded, watching as Castle got out of the car.
He could see the determination in his movements, the confidence in his every step.
He felt a twinge of worry, but he knew that Castle could handle himself.
He spoke, his voice stern. "Come back alive, Frank."
Frank moved toward the adjacent building's rooftop. He was ran off by police officers who'd already set up there.
"Who is going to take the shot?" Frank asked.
The officers ushered him back down the stairs. "This is official police business, do you want to catch a charge? Get out of here." The officer said.
Castle's expression darkened at that, his patience wearing thin.
He had been ready to help, had been ready to take action.
But the officers were trying to stop him, were telling him to leave.
He gritted his teeth, his voice gruff. "I'm here to help, dammit."
He walked across the street and found Gordon and Batman. They appeared to be negotiating with the perpetrator.
"What's going on here?" Frank asked. "What can I do?"
Gordon's eyes widened at the sight of Castle, his expression a mix of surprise and relief.
Batman's expression remained stoic, but he gave a small nod of acknowledgement.
Gordon spoke, his voice tense but hopeful.
"Black Mask has taken several hostages and is demanding weapons and money. We're trying to resolve the situation peacefully, but he's not budging."
Castle's expression hardened, his eyes fixed on the hostages. He could see the fear in their eyes, the desperation and terror. He gritted his teeth fiercely, his anger brewing. "I can help."
He spoke, his voice low and determined.
Gordon glanced at Batman, his eyes searching for guidance.
He knew that Castle was unpredictable, that he was not one to follow orders.
He also knew that they could use all the help they could get.
Batman gave a small nod, his expression remaining stoic.
Gordon turned back to Castle, his voice steady but hesitant. "Can we trust you?"
Castle's expression hardened at that, his anger flaring.
He knew what they were implying, knew that they doubted his abilities.
But he also knew that these people needed help, that the hostages needed to be saved.
He gritted his teeth, his voice firm.
"You can trust me."
Gordon studied Castle for a moment, considering his words.
He could see the determination in his eyes, the fire behind his gaze.
He knew that Castle was not afraid, that he would do whatever it took to help.
He spoke, his voice slightly more confident now.
"Alright. You can help."
Castle's expression shifted slightly, his anger fading.
He had expected a fight, expected to have to prove himself.
But Gordon had trusted him, had given him a chance to help.
He grunted, his voice gruff but grateful.
"Thank you."
Gordon nodded, his expression still wary but hopeful.
He knew that Castle was unpredictable, that he could be difficult to get along with, but Gordon hadn't ever had problems with him.
He spoke, his voice firm but respectful.
"Just follow my lead."
Castle grunted in agreement, his expression determined.
He knew that Gordon was in charge, that he was the one giving the orders. He nodded, his voice quiet but resolute.
"I will."
Gordon's expression softened slightly, his respect for Castle growing. He knew that Castle was a man of his word, that he would follow his lead.
He spoke, his voice firm but appreciative.
"Thank you."
"Black Skull...you are talking to the Punisher... Frank Castle. Why don't you release the hostages, or I will have to punish you."
Moments later a group of motorcycles drove up into the crowd, and opened up with machine gun fire and spraying the crowd in front of the plaza.
Batman shouted, "take cover."
Castle jumped into action, his reflexes quick.
He could see the danger ahead, could see the threat of the machine gun fire.
He gritted his teeth, his anger flaring.
He shouted, his voice loud and determined.
"Get down, now!"
Gordon and the other police officers ducked for cover, their training kicking in.
But Castle didn't look for cover.
He stood firm, his eyes fixed on the men on the motorcycles.
He could see the danger clearly, but he wouldn’t let these men stop him from helping innocent people.
He gritted his teeth, his anger fueling him.
"You're not getting away with this."
The men on the motorcycles laughed, their expressions cruel.
They were enjoying this, were enjoying causing chaos and fear.
They revved their engines, their intentions clear.
They were going to continue firing, were going to cause even more damage.
But Castle was not easily deterred.
He gritted his teeth, his anger building.
"You're gonna pay for this."
The Punisher pulled out his own machine gun, and he opened fire in the area free of innocent citizens. Frank took a half dozen of Black Mask's men out.
"Look at that, Gordon. That's a good start." The Punisher said.
"What in the hell was that?" Bullock asked, as he helped Gordon back to his feet.
Gordon's expression was a mixture of relief and disbelief.
He hadn't expected Castle to start firing, hadn't expected him to take action without a plan.
He spoke, his voice firm but slightly shocked.
"Did you have to start shooting?"
"Yessir... it became necessary." Frank replied, clearly in his element.
Black Mask had escaped from justice in an underground tunnel that to the city underworld.
The Penguin had his own hideout down there, but rarely had to use it.
Black Mask had one too, and he'd been forced to use his. He'd caused quite a stir with his hold up.
Gordon sighed heavily, his expression still surprised.
He knew that Castle was unpredictable, that he had a tendency to act first and think later.
He gritted his teeth, his voice stern.
"You need to be more careful. You could've caused even more damage."
Castle grunted, his expression unapologetic.
He could see Gordon's frustration, could feel his anger at his impulsiveness.
But he had done what he had to do.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"I did what I had to do to save lives. Black Mask got away though. He used the distraction to get away."
Gordon's expression hardened at that, his anger flaring once again.
He knew that Castle had allowed Black Mask to escape, that their chance to capture him was gone.
He gritted his teeth, his voice firm but frustrated.
"You let him get away. We could have caught him."
3
Once the deals were made Penguin retired to his office in the Iceberg Lounge. He had a meeting with an assassin. Another killer to work for his team.
There was a knock at the door. The Penguin had his gun under the desk. Not knowing what to expect. "Come on in." He shouted out.
Anatoli Knyazev walked into the office. "I'm KGBeast." He extended his hand.
The Penguin extended his hand, and then sat back.
"I need you to kill some people for me." The Penguin said, bluntly."
"Who are these people who you need killed?" KGBeast asked.
"Batman, Commissioner Gordon, the rest of Batman's team. Robin, Batgirl, Red Hood, and Nightwing."
KGBeast's expression was emotionless, his eyes focused and calm.
He was a professional, a killer for hire.
He spoke, his voice steady and calm.
"I can handle that. But it won't be cheap."
KGBeast smiled, his expression confident and assured.
He knew he could do the job, knew that he had the skills and the experience to take out the targets.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"I can do it. Easily."
The Penguin leaned back in his chair, his expression satisfied.
He had found his man, had found someone who could take care of the problems he needed gone.
He spoke, his voice confident and pleased.
"Then we have a deal."
KGBeast's expression remained emotionless, his mind focused on the task ahead.
he spoke, his voice steady.
"Yes, we do."
The Penguin slid a briefcase of cash across the desk.
"This is a down payment." the Penguin said. "When the job is done, you'll get the rest."
"I'd like to hire a good man who knows the city, do you know where I can find, Deathstroke?"
"Deathstroke was arrested a few weeks ago. He was working for Bane." Penguin said.
KGBeast's expression was unphased, his mind already moving on to the next plan.
He spoke, his voice steady.
"I can find someone else. I have contacts."
The Penguin nodded, his expression still satisfied.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"Good. You have 2 weeks to kill these people, and the rest of what's owed. Don't disappoint me."
KGBeast nodded, his expression focused and certain.
He knew the stakes, knew that the Penguin would not tolerate failure.
He spoke, his voice steady and resolute.
"I won't."
The Penguin smirked, his confidence growing.
He knew that KGBeast was the kind of man who got things done, who didn't stop until the job was finished.
He spoke, his voice confident and pleased.
"I'm glad to hear it. I look forward to seeing the results."
KGBeast nodded, his expression emotionless.
He knew that he was being paid well for the job, that the Penguin would reward him handsomely.
He spoke, his voice steady and firm.
"You will have the results within two weeks."
The Penguin smiled, his expression confident and satisfied.
He knew he was in good hands, that KGBeast was the right man for the job.
He spoke, his voice firm but pleased.
"Excellent. We'll be in touch."
KGBeast walked out of the office door with a confidence building. He needed a guide, but not just anyone, but someone who knew the targets. Preferably somebody who disliked them.
KGBeast made his way to the bar across the street from his hotel room. Commissioner Gordon was sitting at the bar, but KGBeast didn't know who he was. He didn't know Frank Castle who was drinking with him.
Gordon was nursing a drink at the bar, his expression tired and frustrated.
He had been through a lot that day, the hostage situation at the Gotham City Plaza still fresh in his mind.
He was lost in thought, his mind replaying the events of the day.
Castle sat next to him, his own beer in hand.
He had seen the look on Gordon's face, could see the exhaustion in his expression.
He spoke, his voice gruff and concerned.
"You alright, Gordon?"
Gordon sighed heavily, his shoulders drooping slightly.
He was tired, both physically and emotionally.
He turned to Castle, his expression weary.
"I've had better days."
Castle nodded, his expression sympathetic.
He understood Gordon's frustrations, had seen firsthand how much toll being a police officer took on a person.
He spoke, his voice gruff but gentle.
"I know how you feel. I promise you that we'll get Black Mask in custody, or we'll kill him, but he's done in Gotham City."
Gordon let out a small sigh, his head dropping a little.
He knew that Castle's words came from a place of determination and anger, that he was a man who took his job seriously.
He spoke, his voice weary but serious.
"I hope you're right. Gotham City needs a break."
Castle nodded, his expression firm and resolved.
He knew that Gotham City was a tough city, that it was plagued by crime and corruption. He spoke, his voice steady but angry.
"We'll make sure of it."
Gordon raised his eyebrow at that, a small smile tugging at his lips.
He had to admit, Castle was a man of action, a man who didn't back away from a challenge.
He spoke, his voice slightly amused.
"You sound confident."
Castle grunted, his expression determined. He was confident, ready to take on whatever came next.
He spoke, his voice firmer and more confident. "I am. And we will make sure that Black Mask never steps foot in this city again."
Castle's expression darkened at that, his anger flaring up.
He couldn't stand evil, couldn't stand people who hurt innocent people.
He spoke, his voice low and fierce.
"You're right about that. Black Mask is the worst of the worst. I don't like knowing that his men could be anywhere."
Gordon sighed, his expression weary but agreeing.
He knew how dangerous Black Mask and his men could be, how they operated without mercy or fear.
He spoke, his voice steady but concerned.
"They could be anywhere. They're highly mobile and well-resourced."
Gordon looked at Castle, his expression slightly surprised but grateful.
He was glad to have someone like him on his side, someone who was willing to stand up and fight.
He spoke, his voice sincere but firm.
"I appreciate it. The GCPD and the Batman can't handle it all."
Castle grunted, his expression serious.
He knew that the GCPD had their hands full, that they were fighting a never-ending battle.
He spoke, his voice strong and resolute.
"You can count on me. I'm not going anywhere."
Meanwhile... back at the Gotham City Police Department.
The precinct was being invaded by a masked gang of thugs. They infiltrated the office so quick and efficient, nobody had a chance to fight back.
They moved quickly and with purpose. Organized and militant in their actions. Anyone who resisted their presence was shot by the bandits.
The Riddler was released and taken back to the Gotham Underground City. The masked bandits that broke him out made him go with them. He had no idea who they were, or why they sprung him from jail.
"The boss wants to speak with you, Nygqma." One bandit told him.
Nygma was in shock, his mind racing.
He couldn't believe that he was being freed, that someone had gone through all the trouble of getting him out.
He spoke, his voice cautious but curious.
"Black Mask." The masked bandit answered.
Nygma's eyes widened at that, his heart skipping a beat.
He had heard of Black Mask, had read countless articles about him.
He spoke, his voice a mix of fear and excitement.
"Black Mask wants to see me?"
The bandit nodded, his expression emotionless behind his mask.
He was just following orders, just doing his job.
He spoke, his voice firm and matter-of-fact.
"That's right. He wants to meet with you."
Nygma swallowed hard, his mind racing with possible reasons.
Why would Black Mask want to meet him?
He spoke, his voice hesitant and unsure.
"Why?"
The bandit shrugged, his expression nonchalant and detached.
He didn't know why Black Mask wanted to meet with Nygma, he was just following orders.
He spoke, his voice casual and calm.
"I don't know. He just told us to get you, and here we are."
Nygma took in a deep breath, his mind racing with possibilities.
He had no idea why Black Mask was interested in him, no idea what he wanted.
He spoke, his voice wary but curious.
"Take me to him."
Nygma followed the bandit, his mind racing with questions.
He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to know.
He spoke, his voice tense but curious.
"How long until we get there?"
"The hidout is underground." The bandit replied. "About fifteen minutes or there abouts."
Nygma nodded, his mind reeling with possibilities.
Fifteen minutes. He didn't know what to expect, didn't know what was going to happen.
He spoke, his voice nervous but resigned.
"Alright."
Black Mask was waiting for them when they entered the hideout. "You men come on inside the office." His voice low, but welcoming.
Nygma was led into the hideout, his head spinning with possibilities.
He couldn't believe that he was really there, that he was really facing Black Mask.
He spoke, his voice nervous but respectful.
"Black Mask."
Black Mask's expression was emotionless, his eyes studying Nygma.
He was taking the other man in, taking in his appearance.
He spoke, his voice cool but polite.
"Nygma. Please, take a seat."
Nygma sat down in the chair across from Black Mask, his mind racing.
He was still trying to process everything, to understand why he was there.
He spoke, his voice hesitant but curious.
"May I ask why you wanted to meet with me?"
Nygma's expression remained neutral, his mind turning over the offer.
He was being offered a chance, a chance to do something meaningful.
But he had questions, things that he needed to know before he agreed to anything.
He spoke, his voice cautious but intrigued.
"What kind of team, exactly?"
"The team that's going to take over the city." Black Mask laughed. "Would you rather keep working for Cobblepot?"
Nygma's expression darkened at that, his anger rising.
He had never liked Penguin, had always thought of him as weak.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"No. I wouldn't."
"That's exactly what I was hoping to hear." Black Mask said gruffly.
Nygma's expression became more receptive, his mind considering the offer.
He could see the potential in working with Black Mask, the opportunity.
He spoke again, his voice more accepting.
"Alright. I'm listening."
Black Mask smiled at that, his expression pleased and satisfied.
He had been right about Nygma, he was smart, and capable.
He spoke, his voice firm and decisive.
"Good. Here's what I have in mind."
Nygma leaned forward in his seat, his mind ready to listen.
He was intrigued, ready to hear what Black Mask had to say.
He spoke, his voice eager and expectant.
"I'm listening."
Black Mask leaned back in his chair, his expression confident.
He had Nygma's attention, he knew that he had him hooked.
He spoke, his voice firm and confident.
"I need you to help me take control of Gotham City. I need you to help me get rid of Penguin and the Batman."
Nygma's expression was one of intrigue, his mind already thinking of ways to make it happen.
He knew that it would be a difficult task, but he was up for the challenge.
He spoke, his voice excited but determined. "I think I can help you with that."
Black Mask smiled at that, his expression pleased and satisfied.
He knew that Nygma was the right man for the job, that he could help him achieve his goals.
He spoke, his voice steady and confident.
"Good. You have your orders. Go get started."
The Riddler didn't know how he'd do what Black Mask wanted, but he was free and he wanted to see Maxine.
Nygma nodded, his mind already starting to work out a plan.
He had work to do, strategies to come up with.
He spoke, his voice business-like and determined. "I'll get started right away."
Black Mask nodded in approval, his expression pleased.
He felt like he had made the right choice, that Nygma was going to be a valuable asset.
He spoke, his voice firm and final.
"Good luck."
Nygma stood up from his chair, his mind already racing with plans.
He was determined to make good on his word to Black Mask, to help him take control.
He spoke, his voice confident and determinedly.
"Thank you."
And with that, Nygma made his way out of the hideout, leaving Black Mask behind. He wanted to see Maxine again.
Black Mask watched Nygma go, his expression thoughtful.
He knew that he had given him a difficult task, but he had faith in his abilities.
He spoke, his voice steady and determined.
"Nygma's going to do great things."
Nygma made his way out of the hideout, his mind already working on his plan.
He would need resources, men and women who could help him.
He spoke, his voice confident and determined.
"Now where can I get a good crew."
He hailed a taxi, climbing inside.
He thought about who he could use, who he could recruit. He spoke as the taxi pulled away.
"First things first, let's get the old crew back together again."
The driver gave him a strange look but said nothing as Nygma gave him an address.
He leaned back in his seat, his mind focused on his plan.
He spoke aloud, talking to himself.
"Maxine's gonna be happy to see me."
The taxi made its way through Gotham City, passing by the sights and sounds.
Nygma's mind was already imagining what it would be like to see Maxine again.
He spoke out loud, not caring if the driver heard him or not.
"I wonder if she's missed me."
He chuckled at that thought, his mind playing out scenarios. Would she be happy to see him?
Would she be angry?
He didn't know, but he couldn't wait to find out.
He spoke again, his voice filled with emotion.
"I sure have missed her.”
The taxi pulled to a stop outside a familiar building.
Nygma quickly paid the fare, climbing out of the cab.
He looked up at the building, his mind filled with memories.
He spoke, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Home sweet home."
The Riddler knew that screwing with the Penguin was a dangerous proposition. Could he do it? Sure... he knew he could find a way, but at what expense? Like he'd told Gordon when he was interrogated, Penguin was dangerous and powerful.
Nygma knocked on Maxine's apartment door. He could hear shuffling from inside. When the door opened she couldn't believe that the Riddler was out of jail.
Maxine's eyes widened in disbelief, her expression a mix of shock and surprise.
She spoke, her voice low and disbelieving.
"Ny-Nygma? Is that you?"
The Riddler's expression softened at the sound of her voice, his heart swelling with emotion.
He had missed her so much, had thought about her every day he was locked up.
He spoke, his voice filled with tenderness.
"Hey, Maxie."
Maxine's eyes filled with tears, her emotions overwhelming her. She couldn't believe he was really there, standing in front of her.
She spoke, her voice trembling with emotion. "Oh, Nygma... I thought you'd be in jail forever."
Nygma stepped forward, taking Maxine in his arms.
He pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his.
He spoke, his voice gentle and reassuring.
"I'm here now, Maxie. And I'm not going anywhere."
Maxine buried her face in his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She couldn't believe he was really there, really holding her.
She spoke, her voice muffled against him.
"I missed you so much."
Nygma's arms tightened around her, his heart aching with emotion.
He had missed her too, more than she would ever know.
He spoke, his voice thick with feeling.
"I missed you too, Maxie. More than you could ever imagine."
They held each other for a long moment, just relishing the feeling of being together again.
Finally, Maxine pulled back just enough to meet Nygma's eyes.
She spoke, her voice soft and curious.
"How did you get out?"
Nygma smiled, his expression confident and sly.
He took a step back, his eyes never leaving hers.
He spoke, his voice mysterious and teasing.
"Let's just say I had a little help from a friend."
Maxine thought about how she'd been molested by Penguin, and the intensity between her and Frank. She knew that she wanted to be with Castle, but that she needed Nygma too.
She was determined to find out where her true feelings were. Castle was considering an extended stay in Gotham City, and because of her. The situation was very volatile.
Nygma could sense the conflict in Maxine's eyes, the internal struggle she was waging.
He could see that there was something troubling her, something beyond their reunion.
He spoke, his voice gentle and concerned.
"Maxie, what's wrong?"
Maxine's expression faltered, her emotions getting the better of her.
She knew that she couldn't keep her pain to herself any longer, that she needed to let out her emotions.
She spoke, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I... I need to tell you something."
Nygma's expression turned serious, his attention solely focused on her.
He could tell that whatever she had to say was important, that it was eating away at her.
He spoke, his voice firm and reassuring.
"You can tell me anything, Maxie."
Maxine took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
She knew that she could trust Nygma, that he would listen to her without judgement.
She spoke, her voice low and filled with pain.
"It's about... Penguin."
Nygma's expression darkened at that, his anger flaring up at the mention of Penguin.
He had never liked working for Penguin. He didn't trust him or respect his tactics.
He spoke, his voice low and dangerous.
"What about that bird brain?"
"When you had me call him because you were in jail. Penguin told me to meet him about that issue, but when I got there he was all over me. Touching my body, and he raced me." Maxine explained.
Nygma's expression darkened further, his anger intensifying.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, couldn't believe that Penguin had taken advantage of Maxine in such a way.
He spoke, his voice low and furious.
"That bastard. I'm going to kill him."
Maxine put her hand on his arm, her expression earnest and pleading.
She couldn't let Nygma do anything rash, couldn't let his anger take over.
She spoke, her voice firm and urgent.
"No, Nygma. You can't."
"Well... why not?" Nygma asked.
Maxine sighed, her expression conflicted.
She knew that Nygma was a man of action, that he wasn't one to sit idly by while others suffered.
But she also knew that going up against Penguin was dangerous, that he wasn't someone to mess with lightly.
She spoke, her voice firm but pleading.
"You can't because he's too dangerous. You'll get yourself killed."
The Riddler sat there listening to her reasons "You don't understand. My release from jail is contingent upon me killing him. I want revenge for the hurting he caused you, but I am here for that reason. Black Mask ordered me to kill Cobblepot."
Maxine's expression turned to one of shock, her eyes wide with surprise.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing, couldn't believe that Nygma had made a deal with a criminal like Black Mask.
She spoke, her voice low and anxious.
"You made a deal with Black Mask? Are you insane?"
Nygma shook his head, "no sweetheart. Black Mask busted me out. I'm here with you... I owe him, and he expects me to do what he asked me to do."
Maxine couldn't help but feel sorry for Nygma. He clearly seemed like everyone's fool to be played, and she wanted Frank Castle, sadly Nygma wasn't her first choice either.
She believed that Frank could kill Penguin, but she didn't really believe that Edward Nygma could pull it off. She'd seen Frank, but didn't tell him anything about her assault from Cobblepot.
Nygma could see the uncertainty in Maxine's eyes, could see that she didn't believe in him.
He knew that he had always been underestimated, that people never took him seriously.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"I can do it, Maxie. I can take down Penguin. I can get revenge for what he did to you."
Edward kissed Maxine, and laid her back on the sofa. "It's been so long. Maxie I need you, baby." His hands still working on her body.
Maxine gasped at the feeling of Nygma's hands on her body, the familiar touch sending a shiver down her spine.
She couldn't help but respond to his touch, her body responding unconsciously to him.
She spoke, her voice breathless and filled with desire.
"I need you too, Nyg."
Part of her felt guilty, because she knew that frank wanted her, she would be his woman. Both loyal and true to him.
Nygma made love to her body as he removed her clothes. Each touch and kiss, sending flames throughout her body.
"Oh yes... take me Edward." She said with conviction.
He couldn't resist her, couldn't resist the way she made him feel.
He spoke, his voice low and filled with desire.
"Oh Maxie, you're so beautiful..."
He continued to remove her clothes, his hands roaming over her body.
Maxine's body responded to his touch, her skin tingling with excitement.
She couldn't deny the chemistry between them, couldn't deny the power he had over her.
She spoke, her voice soft and trembling with desire.
"Nygma... take me to the bed, please."
Nygma didn't need to be told twice.
He took Maxine by the hand, leading her to the bed.
He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers. He spoke, his voice a low, firm command.
"Don't move."
Maxine nodded obediently, her eyes watching him with anticipation.
She couldn't move even if she wanted to, couldn't help but follow his command.
She spoke, her voice soft and full of desire.
"I won't."
Nygma's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her.
He couldn't believe how beautiful she was, how lucky he was to have her.
He spoke, his voice low and filled with desire.
"You're so beautiful." He crawled up onto the bed, his body hovering over hers.
Maxine's breath hitched at the sight of him above her, her body responding to his proximity.
She couldn't help but feel a rush of desire, her body burning for his touch.
She spoke, her voice a breathless whisper.
"Nygma... please."
The Riddler's eyes darkened with desire at the begging in her voice, his body reacting to her submission.
He couldn't resist her, couldn't resist the way she made him feel. He spoke, his voice low and rough with desire. "Please what, Maxie?"
"Fuck me... I want you right now." She replied, her voice popping with anticipation.
Nygma's heart raced at her words, his body responding instantly.
He couldn't resist her any longer, couldn't wait any longer to have her.
He spoke, his voice low and gruff with desire.
"Gladly."
And with that, he leaned down and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body.
Maxine gasped at the feel of his hands on her body, her body arching up into him.
She couldn't resist him, couldn't resist the way he made her feel.
She spoke, her voice breathless and filled with desire.
"Oh Nyg, you feel so good."
Nygma groaned at her words, his body responding to her praise.
He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get enough of the way she felt under him.
He spoke, his voice low and rough with desire.
"You're amazing, Maxie."
He continued to kiss, his hands roaming over her body, touching and caressing every inch.
Maxine moan softly, her body squirming under his touch.
She couldn't get enough of the way he made her feel, couldn't get enough of his touch.
She spoke, her voice low and trembling with desire.
"More, Nyg. Please."
Nygma groaned at her words, his body responding eagerly to her request.
He couldn't deny her, couldn't deny the way she made him feel.
He spoke, his voice low and rough with desire.
"Anything for you, Maxie."
He kissed his way down her body, his hands continuing to explore her skin.
Maxine gasped at the feel of his lips on her skin, her body arching up into him.
The touch of his fingers set her on fire, sending jolts of pleasurable sensations straight to her core.
She spoke, her voice breathy and full of desire. "Oh Nyg, that feels so good."
Maxine gasped at the feel of his mouth on her inner thigh, her body arching up involuntarily.
The sensation was intense, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She spoke, her voice low and trembling with desire. "Oh Nyg... yes."
Nygma groaned at the sound of her voice, his body responding eagerly to her pleasure.
He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get enough of the way she reacted to his touch.
He spoke, his voice low and rough with desire.
"You're so perfect, Maxie."
He continued to kiss his way down her leg, his hands running along her hip bone.
Maxine's breath hitched at the feel of his touch, her body arching up into him.
The sensation was electric, sending waves of electricity through her.
She spoke, her voice low and pleading.
"Please Nyg, I can't take much more."
Nygma groaned at her words, his body responding instantly to the plea in her voice.
He couldn't resist her, couldn't resist the way she made him feel.
He spoke, his voice low and urgent with desire.
"I know, Maxie. I know."
He moved back up her body, his body hovering above hers.
Maxine's phone rang and she saw it was Frank calling her. "Hold on... I have to take this call." Her voice filled with pleasure.
4
Black Mask hijacked the news broadcast. "Hello Gotham City... I am the one your parents warned you about. I'm The Black Mask." His voice low and steady.
Nygma's attention shifted to the TV, his mind immediately focused on the news broadcast.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of anger at Maxine, but seeing Black Mask reminded him that he still needed to kill Penguin and Batman.
He spoke, his voice low and angry. "What the hell?"
"What's wrong?" Bullock asked, as he stuck his in the office.
He could see the frustration on Gordon's face. The anger mixed with his failures.
"We'll get Nygma back in custody, boss." Bullock said respectfully.
Gordon turned to Bullock, his expression still weary.
He knew that they had to get Nygma back in custody, knew that it was a priority.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"We will. But first, we need to take care of this mess."
He gestured to the television, the image of Black Mask still on the screen.
He spoke again, his voice low and firm.
"We can't let this go unanswered."
Bullock nodded, his expression serious and resolute.
He knew that they had to take action, that they couldn't let black Mask get away with this. He spoke, his voice firm and determined. "I agree.”
Gordon nodded, his mind already moving in the planning phase.
He knew that they had to be strategic, had to be careful about how they approached the situation.
He spoke, his voice firm and focused.
"Let's get a team together. We need to handle this quickly and efficiently."
Bullock nodded, his mind already thinking of who to bring in.
He spoke, his voice confident and resolute.
"I have a few ideas."
Gordon nodded, his expression calmer now that they had a plan. He trusted Bullock, knew that he would bring in the right people.
He spoke, his voice firm and full of confidence. "Good, let's get started."
Bullock nodded, already making his way out of the office.
He knew that they had work to do, that they couldn't waste any time.He spoke, his voice low and determined. "On it, boss."
Gordon took a deep breath, his mind already focused on the task at hand.
He knew that they had a long night ahead of them, but he was ready.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"Keep me updated."
KGBeast made his way through the city streets, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
He needed to get a feel for the area, had to know where to set up. He spoke, his voice low and quiet. "This place is a mess."
He continued to observe the chaos around him, the sound of police Sirens in the distance.
He knew that he needed to work quickly, knew that he needed to get the job done.
He spoke, his voice calm and determined.
"I should've just bombed this dump."
He watched as a group of thugs ran down the street, their hands filled with bags filled with loot.
He couldn't help but feel disgust at the sight, couldn't help but feel anger at the state of the city.
He spoke, his voice low and filled with disdain. "Low lifes."
He watched as the thugs disappeared into an alleyway, their loot still in their hands.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of anger, couldn't help but want to take action.
He spoke, his voice low and angry.
"Bastards."
He quickly followed after the thugs, his mind focused on stopping them.
He couldn't allow them to get away with their crimes, couldn't let them continue to run rampant.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"Stop!"
The thugs stopped in their tracks, their eyes wide with surprise and fear.
They hadn't expected to be followed so quickly, hadn't expected to be confronted so soon. They spoke, their voices low and nervous. "What the hell?"
KGBeast glared down at the thugs, his expression intimidation.
He was a towering figure, his size alone enough to instill fear in most people.
He spoke, his voice deep and menacing.
"Drop the bags."
The thugs complied immediately, their hands trembling as they dropped the bags.
They knew that they didn't stand a chance against KGBeast, knew that they were out matched.
One of the thugs spoke, his voice trembling with fear.
"Please... don't hurt us."
KGBeast smirked, enjoying the fear in their voices.
He liked the feeling of power, liked the way people cower before him.
He spoke, his voice low and menacing.
"I won't hurt you........ if you answer a few questions."
The thugs nodded eagerly, their minds racing with hope.
They were desperate to get out of this situation, desperate to do whatever he asked.
One of the thugs spoke, his voice still trembling.
"Anything, just name it."
KGBeast grinned, enjoying the power he had over them.
He couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of control, couldn't help but take pleasure in their fear.
He spoke, his voice low and authoritative.
"I'm looking for someone. You see him come through here?"
They shook their heads. "We haven't seen anyone else around, until we saw you."
KGBeast nodded, his expression stern and suspicious.
He wasn't sure if he believed them, but he was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. He spoke, his voice low and wary. "Alright, you're free to go."
The thugs were surprised at this, their expressions filled with shock.
They had expected to be beaten or locked up, not be let free.
One of the thugs spoke, his voice filled with relief. "That's it?"
KGBeast nodded, his expression still stern.
He couldn't help but enjoy the surprise on their faces, couldn't help but feel satisfaction he'd caused it.
He spoke, his voice low and firm. "Yep.”
The thugs were even more surprised at that, their eyes wide with disbelief.
They couldn't believe that they were being set free.
One of the thugs spoke, his voice still filled with shock. "So...we can go?"
"Yes...but, behave yourselves." KGBeast said.
The thugs nodded quickly, their voices still filled with relief.
They didn't want to test his patience, didn't want to give him any reason to change his mind.
They spoke, their voices eager and thankful.
"We will, we will. We'll be good."
"You better, or get better at it." KGBeast remarked.
They knew that KGBeast wasn't someone to cross, knew that he could be dangerous if provoked.
They spoke, their voices still filled with fear.
"We will. Thank you."
KGBeast took their loot for himself. He returned the stolen jewelry to the store. He didn't report the incident to law enforcement.
KGBeast made his way back through the city, his mind still focused on the task at hand.
He had gotten the information he needed, had put the fear of God into those thugs.
He spoke, his voice low and determined.
"Now, to find him."
He kept moving through the streets, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Batman or Jim Gordon.
He knew that it would be a long shot, that the city was huge and the man he was looking for could be anywhere.
But he didn't give up, didn't stop his search. Penguin had already paid half the fee upfront.
He spoke, his voice firm and focused.
"Where are you, old man?"
He continued to scan the streets, his eyes darting from one alleyway to another.He was starting to feel impatient, starting to get frustrated at the lack of progress.
He spoke, his voice growing irritated.
"Come on, show yourself."
Bane walked into the alleyway. "Are you looking for something?" His voice low and guttural.
KGBeast immediately took notice of Bane's size. "Big muscle bound, guy, aren't you?"
Bane smirked at that, his expression smug and self assured.
He was used to his size being noticed, was used to people underestimating him.
He spoke, his voice low and rough.
"Yes, I am."
KGBeast couldn't help but feel wary at the sight of Bane, his size and strength clearly a formidable foe.
He spoke, his voice cautious and respectful.
"You're a big guy."
"You're a killer, what are you doing here on Penguin's territory?" Bane asked. Never taking an eye off of him.
KGBeast kept his eyes on Bane, ready to defend himself if necessary.
He wasn't intimated by Bane, but he wasn't going to underestimate him.
He spoke, his voice steady and controlled.
"I'm working for Penguin."
Then it clicked, the Penguin had mentioned the assassin he'd hired to kill Bats.
"Oh yeah...I know who you are." Bane said.
KGBeast nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "What about you, are you a killer?"
Bane looked at KGBeast, "When the situation calls for it."
KGBeast wondered why Bane wasn't hired to merc Batman and Gordon. He clearly looked dangerous.
Bane saw the expression on KGBeast's face, could tell that he was wondering why he wasn't the one hunting Batman.
He couldn't help but feel smug, couldn't help but enjoy the fact that he was trusted where KGBeast wasn't.
He spoke, his voice low and sly.
"You wonder why Penguin hasn't asked me?"
KGBeast tried to remain impassive, but the truth was that he did wonder.
Bane was clearly the better choice, he was stronger, more ruthless.
He spoke, his voice trying to remain neutral.
"Yeah, I do."
"What have I gotten myself into? If you didn't already take that kind of money. What am I doing?" KGBeast asked.
Bane smirked at that, his expression pleased that KGBeast was feeling unsure.
He could feel the man's uncertainty, could sense his doubt.
He spoke, his voice low and mocking.
"You're having second thoughts?"
"No... the money is too good."
Bane chuckled at that, his expressions telling KGBeast that he wasn't fooled.
He could see the hesitation in his eyes, the uncertainty in his voice.
He spoke again, his voice low and mocking. "You sound conflicted.”
KGBeast shook his head. "No, but I'm looking for another good man. Penguin told me that Deathstroke was captured. I was going to hire him.
Bane was angered by the mention of Deathstroke. He felt responsible for Castle capturing the assassin who worked for him. He didn't even put up a fight.
"He was one of the best." Bane said. His voice was firm and aggravated.
KGBeast could tell that he struck a nerve, that he had anger in him.
He knew that Bane felt responsible for Deathstroke getting caught, knew that it annoyed him.
He spoke, his voice careful and cautious.
"You two are close?"
Bane's expression darkened at that, his anger growing.
He had worked with Deathstroke many times, they had formed a bond of sorts.
He spoke, his voice low and filled with anger.
"We've worked together in the past."
KGBeast could see the anger in Bane's eyes, could tell that he was upset.
He knew that talking about Deathstroke's capture was a touchy subject.
He spoke, his voice low and cautious.
"I didn't mean to upset you. Do you know of anyone else I could hire?"
Bane's anger subsided a bit, his expression still dark but less intense.
He thought for a moment, trying to think of someone else who could help KGBeast.
He spoke, his voice low and gruff.
"I might know someone.”
KGBeast's eyes widened at that, his interest piqued.
He hadn't expected Bane to have an option for him, hadn't expected him to be so cooperative.
He spoke, his voice hopeful and eager.
"You do?"
Bane took him to a whore house in south Gotham City at the Bottoms in the Narrows.
"What in the fuck is this, Bane?"
There was women and cocaine and the scent of Marijuana and alcohol.
"Hey Bane," several of ladies said.
Bane smiled at the women, his expression familiar and familiar.
He clearly knew the place well, knew the people who worked there.
He spoke, his voice low and smooth.
"Ladies."
The women smiled back at him, their expressions warm and inviting.
They clearly knew Bane, were comfortable around him.
KGBeast watched the interaction, feeling out of place. He spoke, his voice low and curious. "You're a regular here?"
"Absolutely." Bane answered.
"Where's Floyd at tonight?" He asked a hooker.
"He went to the Iceberg Lounge for more coke."
"We'll wait for him." Bane said.
KGBeast felt even more out of place now knowing that the person he was going to meet was getting high.
He spoke, his voice filled with uncertainty.
"We're going to wait?"
Bane sat down. "Would you rather not? I'm telling you Floyd Lawton is your guy."
The hooker standing in the doorway was drunk and smoking a fat blunt.
"Mingle with the ladies, until he comes back home." Bane said. He then disappeared into a bedroom with several women.
KGBeast looked around, feeling incredibly out of place.
He wasn't used to being in places like this, wasn't used to being around people who were clearly high or drunk.
He spoke, his voice low and hesitant.
"I don't... I'm not one for mingling."
The hooker by the door noticed him, her eyes roaming over him.
She spoke, her voice sultry and inviting.
"You don't want to have some fun, darling?"
KGBeast tried to keep his expression neutral, trying not to feel uncomfortable.
He spoke, his voice awkward and uncertain.
"Uh...no thanks."
KGBeast watched as a girl who sat naked on a dirty couch hit a crack pipe. She didn't look like she'd seen food in weeks. He thought she was pathetic.
The other women in the room noticed his expression, their eyes lingering on him.
They spoke, their voices low and teasing.
"Aww, he's a shy one.”
"He's cute."
KGBeast tried to ignore them, tried to keep his mind on the task at hand.
"I'm here to see Floyd." KGBeast said.
"Why? He's got a cock." The girl laughed.
"What do you want, baby." The female was approaching him.
The hooker by the door noticed him, her eyes roaming over him.
She spoke, her voice sultry and inviting.
"You don't want to have some fun, darling?"
KGBeast tried to keep his distance, feeling awkward and uncomfortable.
He spoke, his voice firm but gentle.
"I'm here to... discuss business."
Several moments later Floyd Lawton arrived at the trap house. "Floyd is back." The girls said.
KGBeast saw the Mazda sports car. His eyes followed KGBeast into his crib.
"What's up?" He asked. As he observed KGBeast standing there out of place.
KGBeast quickly composed himself, trying to seem more confident than he was.
He spoke, his voice steady but with a hint of tension.
"Can we talk somewhere private?"
Lawton raised an eyebrow at that, clearly intrigued by the request.
He gestured for KGBeast to follow him, leading him to a small room in the back.
He spoke, his voice cool and curious.
"Alright, let's talk."
KGBeast followed Lawton into the room, his mind focused.
Once the door was closed behind him, he spoke, his voice serious and firm.
"I have a job for you."
Lawton's expression turned serious, his attention now fully on KGBeast.
He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
He spoke, his voice low and thoughtful.
"What's the job?"
"Help me kill Commissioner Jim Gordon and Batman." KGBeast said, his voice firm and determined.
Lawton raised an eyebrow at that, his expression clearly surprised and impressed.
He had expected the job to be something simple, something small.
He spoke, his voice low and thoughtful.
"That's quite a challenge you're asking for."
"I'm good at what I do." KGBeast said gruffly, but confidently.
Lawton considered him for a moment, taking in his confident demeanor.
He could tell that KGBeast believed in his abilities, believed that he could get the job done.
He spoke, his voice cool and appraising.
"I have no doubt about that."
"Do you want in for eight hundred thousand dollars?"
Eight hundred thousand dollars was an incredible amount of money.
He spoke, his voice still cool and composed.
"Now we're talking."
KGBeast tried to keep a neutral expression, hiding how relieved he was that Lawton was willing to take the job.
He spoke, his voice steady and business-like. "You need to make it look accidental, okay?"
Lawton nodded, his expression serious and focused.
He was a skilled killer, he knew how to make hits look accidentak.
He spoke, his voice low and confident.
"That won't be a problem."
KGBeast couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the agreement.
He had expected it to be harder to find someone who could take down Batman.
He spoke, his voice confident.
"Good."
Lawton leaned back against the wall, his mind already going over potential plans.
He was a pro and he knew it, knew that he could get the job done.
He spoke, his voice low and determined.
"I'll take care of Batman, but you'll have to handle Gordon."
"Sounds good to me." KGBeast nodded.
He was off into the night. Leaving Bane in the whore house in the Narrows. He had things to do.
He knew that this would be a difficult job, but he was confident in his abilities.
He sighed and headed back to the ladies, his mind still racing.
The women immediately swarmed around him, their voices low and sultry.
They were clearly interested in him, clearly wanted his attention.
He grinned and went along with it, his mind still focused on the task at hand.
5
He sighed as he glanced down at the paperwork in front of him.
He hated dealing with paperwork, but it was a necessary evil.
Suddenly, his attention was drawn to the intercom on his desk as a voice came through.
His assistant spoke, her voice polite and professional.
"Mr. Cobblepot, an Edward Nygma is here to see you."
Oswald tucked the gun into his pocket as the door opened, revealing Edward Nygma on the other side.
He watched as Nygma entered the room, noting the look on his face. He spoke, his voice calm and cool.
"Edward, have a seat."
Nygma looked around the room, taking in the office's luxurious setting.
He couldn't help but feel a wave of anger at the sight of the rich decor, at the reminder of the wealth of the man in front of him.
He sat down in the chair opposite Cobblepot, his expression hard.
He spoke, his voice tense and angry.
"You called me in?"
Cobblepot took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm and controlled.
He knew that this encounter was going to be difficult, that Nygma was going to be angry.
He spoke, his voice firm but polite.
"Yes, I did. I've been wanting to talk to you."
"I don't know why." Nygma said. "You betrayed me, turned your back on me, and assaulted my woman." His voice low and filled with disdain.
Cobblepot sighed, his expression remorseful but firm.
He knew that he had betrayed Nygma, had turned his back on him for a better deal.
He spoke, his voice low and sincere.
"I know. And I'm sorry."
Nygma's expression hardened at that, his anger still evident.
He couldn't believe that Cobblepot was apologizing, that he felt remorse for his actions. He spoke, his voice sharp.
"Sorry? That's all you can say?"
Cobblepot sighed, feeling the weight of guilt on his shoulders.
He knew that Nygma deserved more apology, knew that his actions had hurt him.
He spoke, his voice low and remorseful.
"I...know I let you down, Edward. I made choices that hurt you, and I can't take them back. But I am sorry."
Nygma's expression filled with anger slowly spreading across his face.
He could hear the sincerity in Cobblepot's voice, could see the genuine remorse in his face.
He spoke, his voice still rough but less harsh.
"You really screwed things up. I'm here to see you dead."
He wasn't afraid, he was used to people wanting him dead.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"Don't threaten me, Edward. I'm a man of power, and you can't touch me."
"I'm not threatening you, Ozzie." Nygma said.
Cobblepot's expression hardened further at the nickname, still irritated.
He had never liked when people called him Ozzy, it belittled him. He spoke, his voice firm and annoyed. "Don't call me Ozzie."
"You see Penguin...I'm no longer working for you. There's a new show in Gotham City. You're not the main attraction anymore." The Riddler explained.
Cobblepot's expression shifted to confusion at Nygma's explanation.
He couldn't believe that Nygma was no longer working for him.
He spoke, his voice filled with disbelief.
"You... aren't working for me anymore?"
"Did you get me out of jail?" Nygma asked. "No...you assaulted my girlfriend instead." Nygma's expression full of anger.
The Penguin knew he might have to shoot Nygma. His anger was getting more intense.
Cobblepot could see the anger in Nygma's eyes, could sense the danger in the room.
He knew that Nygma could be dangerous when angered, and he wasn't going to take any chances.
He spoke, his hand gripping the gun in his pocket.
"Edward, calm down. We can talk this out."
Nygma chuckled darkly at that, his voice low and sarcastic.
He knew that Cobblepot wasn't going to talk, he could see the gun in his pocket.
He spoke, his voice filled with disdain.
"Talking? Oh, I guess you're scared aren't you, Penguin?"
"No... I'm giving you a way out of here alive." The Penguin said. His voice calm and composed.
Nygma's expression shifted, his anger momentarily abating.
He hadn't expected Cobblepot to offer a way out, hadn't expected him to spare his life.
He spoke, his voice still skeptical.
"And why would you do that?"
Cobblepot sighed, his expression still firm but with a hint of regret.
He knew that he had made many enemies over the years, knew that Nygma was one of them.
But he still loved him like a friend.
He spoke, his voice low and sincere.
"Because...I still care about you, Edward."
Nygma's expression softened at that, a hint of vulnerability showing.
He had not expected Cobblepot to say that he cared about him, to admit that he cared.
He spoke, his voice still rough but lacking anger.
"You...care about me?"
Cobblepot nodded, his expression sincere.
He did care about Nygma, despite their past conflicts.
He spoke, his voice soft and gentle.
"Of course I do, Edward."
Nygma thought about the situation. "Black Mask wants you dead." He murmured.
Cobblepot's expression darkened at the mention of Black Mask.
He knew that the gangster was a dangerous threat, someone who had been terrorizing the city.
He spoke, his voice low and concerned.
"Black Mask, huh?"
Nygma nodded, his expression still serious.
He knew that Black Mask was a powerful figure in Gotham, someone who had the resources to take out Cobblepot.
He spoke, his voice firm.
"Yeah, he's a dangerous guy. I know because I'm working for him."
Cobblepot's expression hardened at that, his anger rising again.
He couldn't believe that Nygma was working for the man who wanted him dead.
He spoke, his voice firm and frustrated.
"You're working for him? You're supposed to be on my side."
Nygma leaned forward. "You were supposed to be on mine."
Cobblepot sighed, realizing the truth in Nygma's words.
He had made promises to Nygma, had promised not to hurt him or his girlfriend.
He spoke, his voice low and regretful.
"I know, I made a mistake. I shouldn't have hurt your girlfriend."
Nygma's expression remained stern, his anger not fully abated.
He couldn't forget what Cobblepot had done, couldn't forget that he had been betrayed.
He spoke, his voice still angry.
"Damn right, you shouldn't have. But you did."
Cobblepot sighed, feeling the weight of his actions.
He knew that he had made a mistake, that he had hurt Nygma more than he realized.
He spoke, his voice low and sincere.
"I know, and I'm sorry. But Nygma..."
Nygma just looked at him, his expression still angry.
He couldn't forgive Cobblepot, couldn't just forget the betrayal.
He spoke, his voice still rough. "Sorry doesn't cut it, Penguin."
Cobblepot sighed again, feeling a knot of guilt in his stomach.
He knew that Nygma was right, that sorry wasn't enough.
He spoke, his voice low and remorseful.
"I know. But I can make it up to you."
Nygma raised an eyebrow at that, his anger replaced by curiosity.
He didn't expect Cobblepot to offer to make it up to him.
He spoke, his voice still skeptical. "How?"
Cobblepot took a deep breath, his mind going through possibilities. He knew that he had to do something, that he had to make amends.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"I can put you back in business for yourself."
Nygma's expression shifted to surprise, clearly not expecting that offer.
He had lost his business after the economic crash, and had been struggling to make ends meet. He spoke, his voice cautious but intrigued.
"Back in business?"
Cobblepot nodded, his expression serious.
He knew that Nygma was a talented man, knew that he could be successful on his own.
He spoke, his voice confident and firm.
"I'll help you get back on your feet. You'll be your own boss again."
Nygma considered the offer, his anger dissipating as the possibilities swirled in his mind.
He had always wanted to be his own boss, had always been good at running things.
He spoke, his voice cautious but hopeful.
"You're serious."
Cobblepot nodded, his expression sincere.
He was serious, he wanted to make things right with Nygma.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"I'm serious. I'll help you get back on your feet. The first step is to help me get rid of Black Mask."
Nygma's expression hardened at the mention of Black Mask, his anger flaring up again.
He knew how dangerous that man was, knew that he needed to be taken down.
He spoke, his voice low and rough.
"I'm not sure how."
Cobblepot sighed, understanding Nygma's hesitation.
He knew it was a risky move, knew that Black Mask wouldn't go down easily.
He spoke, his voice firm but concerned.
"I know it's dangerous, but I can't do it without you."
"Why not, you have Bane." Nygma said, timidly and careful.
Cobblepot sighed, realizing that he'd have to be honest with Nygma.
He spoke, his voice low and regretful.
"I don't trust Bane."
Nygma raised an eyebrow at that, clearly surprised at the confession.
He knew how powerful and dangerous Bane was, and couldn't understand why Cobblepot would be wary of him.
He spoke, his voice skeptical.
"Why not? He's strong, he's good at what he does."
Cobblepot nodded, knowing that was true.
But he also knew that Bane had his own interests, that he couldn't be trusted completely.
He spoke, his voice firm and serious.
"I know, but he has his own agenda. I can't trust that he'll help me take down Black Mask."
Cobblepot sighed, realizing that Nygma had a point.
He knew that Bane's strength could be useful, but he still couldn't shake the feeling of unease.
He spoke, his voice low but firm.
"He is powerful, but I can't control him. I need someone who I know is loyal to me."
Nygma nodded, understanding Cobblepot's concern.
He knew that loyalty was important, knew that it was needed in their line of work.
He spoke, his voice low and sincere.
"I get it. You need someone who won't betray you."
Cobblepot nodded, his expression grateful for Nygma's understanding.
He knew that he could trust Nygma, knew that he would never betray him.
He spoke, his voice low and firm.
"Exactly. And I need someone who I know will help me take down Black Mask."
Nygma made his way back over to Max's apartment, but she wasn't there. He called her, but she didn't answer the call.
"Where is she?" His anger flaring.
Nygma tried calling her again, his mind racing with worry.
He couldn't believe that she wasn't answering, couldn't understand where she could be.
He spoke, his voice filled with anger.
"Dammit, Max. Where are you?"
He kept calling her, tried texting her.
But she wasn't responding, she was just gone.
His anger continued to grow, his mind filled with concern.
He spoke, his voice growing in volume.
"Damn it, answer me Max!"
Nygma was stressed out. His patience wearing thin, and his anger swelling inside him.
He tried to think of places she might be, tried to think of where she could have gone.
But he couldn't think of anything, his mind was consumed with anger and worry.
He spoke, his voice low and filled with anger.
"Damn it Max. Where the hell are you?"
He continued to call her, the anger inside of him growing with every unanswered call.
His mind was consumed with worry, with the thought of her being in danger.
He spoke, his voice louder and filled with emotion.
"Goddammit Max, where the hell are you?!"
"Why have you been ignoring my phone calls?" The Riddler asked.
Max's expression shifted to guilt, her eyes looking away.
She knew she should have answered his calls, knew that she worried him by not answering.
She spoke, her voice apologetic.
"I'm sorry, Nyg. I was just out with a friend."
"When are you coming back to the apartment?" He asked.
Max sighed, her expression still guilty.
She knew she should have been more considerate, knew that she should have let him know where she was going.
She spoke, her voice apologetic.
"I'll be home soon. I promise."
Nygma sighed, his anger fading but still lingering.
He wanted to be mad at her, wanted to stay angry at her for worrying him.
He spoke, his voice still firm but softened.
"You better be. I was about to have a heart attack."
When she hung up the phone, she went back to the table with Frank.
He knew nothing about her relationship with Nygqma, and Nygma knew nothing about Castle.
Maxine was playing both sides of the fence. She kissed Frank, a deep emotional filled kiss. One filled with desire and passion.
"I really should be going." She said softly, but Frank took her by the arm.
"Don't go yet, Maxine." He said gruffly.
Max froze at his touch, her mind racing with uncertainty.
She had been enjoying herself, had been enjoying the moments with Frank.
But she knew she couldn't stay, knew that she had to return to Nygma.
She spoke, her voice hesitant.
"Frank, I...I should really go..."
"I want you, Max." The Punisher said.
Max's heart skipped a beat at his words, her mind conflicted.
She couldn't deny the attraction she felt for him, couldn't deny the feelings he caused.
But she knew that she belonged to Nygma, knew that she couldn't betray him.
She spoke, her voice torn.
"Frank...I can't..."
Frank's expression shifted to concern, his eyes filled with a mix of disappointment and understanding.
He could see the conflict in her eyes, could sense the struggle within her.
He spoke, his voice softer, understanding.
"You're with someone else, aren't you?"
Max nodded, her expression guilt ridden.
She didn't want to hurt Frank, didn't want to hurt his feelings.
But she knew where her heart truly lay.
She spoke, her voice filled with regret.
"I am. I'm sorry."
"You know something, Maxine?" Frank spoke solemnly. "I thought about staying in Gotham City, and that's because I have feelings for you."
Max's expression softened at his words, her heart aching for him.
She hadn't expected to hear that from him, hadn't expected him to confess his feelings for her.
She spoke, her voice low and gentle.
"Frank..."
Frank took her hands in his, his expression sincere and vulnerable.
He knew he should have kept his feelings to himself, knew that he shouldn't have put her in this position.
But he needed to tell her, needed her to know how he felt. He spoke, his voice low and earnest. "Maxine, I...I care about you."
Max felt her heart skip a beat at his words, her chest feeling tight.
She couldn't deny the feelings she had for him, couldn't deny the connection they shared.
But she also couldn't forget Nygma, couldn't forget the fact that she was with him.
She spoke, her voice torn, her mind conflicted.
"Frank...I..."
Frank could see the struggle in her expression, could see the hesitation in her eyes.
He knew he was asking for too much, knew he was asking her to make a hard decision.
He spoke, his voice gentle, understanding.
"You're still with him, aren't you?"
Max sighed, her expression a mix of guilt and sadness.
She could feel the weight of her decision bearing down on her, could feel the pain of having to choose.
She spoke, her voice filled with remorse.
"I am. I'm sorry, Frank."
He knew he had made a mistake by confessing, knew that he had put her in a difficult position.
He spoke, his voice soft, sincere.
"It's okay, Maxine. I understand."
Frank turned around and went back into the bar. He knew that her heart was somewhere else. It pained him to leave it at that, but he didn't know her that well. He had to face it, she was with somebody already.
Max watched as he walked away, her heart heavy with guilt and regret.
She wanted to go after him, wanted to tell him that she cared about him.
But she couldn't, Nygma was her boyfriend, her partner.
She spoke, her voice a whisper, to herself.
"What a mess."
She made her way back to Nygma at her apartment, her mind still racing with the events that had occurred.
She was guilty, guilty for putting herself in that position, for almost betraying Nygma.
She sighed, her heart heavy as she reached the apartment and opened the door.
She walked inside, her mind replaying the interactions she had with Frank.
She could still feel the weight of his confession on her, could still hear the sadness in his voice.
She spoke, her voice heavy with guilt.
"I'm home."
Edward wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply. "Now where were we." He asked.
Max felt a pang of guilt as she felt his arms around her, her mind still consumed with thoughts of Frank.
But she couldn't deny the feelings she had for Nygma, couldn't deny the connection they shared.
She tried to push away the thoughts of Frank, tried to focus on the present moment.
She spoke, her voice quieter than usual.
"It's nothing. I'm just... tired."
Nygma kissed her neck and shoulders. "I want to make love to you, darling."
Max felt a shiver go down her spine as he kissed her neck, her mind torn between guilt and desire.
She didn't want to deny him, didn't want to reject him.
But the guilt still gnawed at her, the memory of Frank's confession lingering.
"Edward...can I talk to you about something first?"
Nygma paused, his expression becoming serious as he sensed there was something important on her mind.
He spoke, his voice gentle and concerned.
"Of course, darling. What's wrong?"
Max took a deep breath, her expression conflicted.
She knew she had to tell him about what had happened, knew that she couldn't keep it to herself.
She spoke, her voice hesitant and guilty.
"There's something I need to tell you..."
Nygma's expression grew concerned as she spoke, his mind racing with worry.
He could feel that something serious was on her mind, could feel the weight of her words. He spoke, his voice soft and patient.
"You can tell me anything, darling."
Max took another deep breath, her heart feeling heavy with guilt.
She couldn't believe she had put herself in this position, couldn't believe that she had betrayed Nygma.
But she also couldn't keep it to herself, couldn't bear the burden of guilt any longer.
She spoke, her voice low and emotional.
"Nygma...I need to confess something."
Nygma's expression grew even more concerned at her tone, his mind growing more worried.
"I have been seeing someone else. Going back to when we first got together. I broke that off because I want to be with you, Nyg."
The Riddler was caught off guard by her statement. "You've been unfaithful to me?"
His heart sank in his chest. The hurt ran deep within his body. Maxine could see the pain her confession caused him in his eyes.
Max felt tears well up in her eyes as she saw the pain in his expression. She knew she had hurt him, knew that she had caused him pain.
She spoke, her voice filled with regret.
"Nyg...I know I hurt you. But it wasn't intentional. I was still finding my feelings with you."
Nygma's expression shifted from pain to disbelief, his mind struggling to process her words.
He couldn't believe that she had been seeing someone else, couldn't believe that she had hidden it for so long.
He spoke, his voice a mix of hurt and anger.
"How could you? How long have you been seeing this person?"
Max's tears fell down her cheeks, her heart heavy with guilt.
She couldn't bear to see him hurt, couldn't bear to see the pain she had caused him.
She spoke, her voice thick with emotion.
"Four months."
Nygma felt his heart sink as she spoke, his mind overwhelmed by the pain of her confession.
Four months.
He had been loyal to her, had been loving and supportive.
And she had been with someone else.
He spoke, his voice low and hurt.
"Four months?"
Max nodding, her tears continuing to fall.
She wished she could take it back, wished she could undo the pain she had caused him.
"Yes...four months."
Nygma sat down in a chair, his head in his hands.
He couldn't believe what she had done, couldn't believe that she had been unfaithful.
"Why?" He spoke, his voice pained and hurt.
"I just met you both and I had to choose. I wanted to be with you, not him." Max answered, her voice soft and trembling.
Nygma looked up at her, his expression still filled with pain.
He wanted to be angry at her, wanted to blame her for everything.
But he also knew that he had played a hand in her decision, knew that he hadn't been perfect either.
He spoke, his voice firmer but filled with hurt.
"You could have told me."
Max nodded, knowing he was right, knowing that she should have told him.
She couldn't blame him for feeling hurt, couldn't blame him for feeling betrayed.
She spoke, her voice low and remorseful.
"I should have."
Nygma sighed, the anger in him slowly fading to sadness.
He couldn't stay angry at her, couldn't dwell in the pain forever.
He spoke, his voice soft and sincere.
"Yes, you should have."
6
Back at the Gotham City Police Headquarters. Harvey Bullock had assembled a team to track down Black Mask, Penguin, or anyone else.
Jim Gordon stepped out of his office and saw the rag-tag team that Bullock put together.
"Bullock, I will tell you what. With this bunch, we're going to need a lot of Batman." Jim said, his tone a matter of fact.
Bullock sighed, realizing that Jim wasn't wrong.
He knew that this team was far from ideal, knew that they lacked the experience and skill to take down Black Mask.
He spoke, his voice resigned.
"I know, Jim. But it's the best I could do on short notice."
Jim nodded "Oh... I understand that. We're shorthanded at the moment."
"Can we make this work, Jim?"
"Absolutely... we're going to move on it tonight." Gordon said, his voice laced with confidence.
Bullock couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope at Jim's confidence.
He knew that they were up against the odds, but he also knew that Jim was a damn good detective.
He spoke, his voice serious and determined.
"Good. Let's get this done."
The explosion rocked the building, shattering windows and sending debris flying.
The team was thrown off, their ears ringing from the blast.
Bullock quickly shook off the shock and rushed out to the garage.
"What in the hell." Gordon shouted.
Bullock ran out to find Gordon's car in pieces all over the garage. Someone had intended on killing Gordon. Maxwell was dead, but the intended target was Jim Gordon.
Bullock's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing as he took in the scene.
He knew this wasn't a normal explosion, knew that this was an attempted assassination.
He spoke, his voice urgent and determined.
"Jim, we need to get you out of here, now!"
Gordon nodded, his expression filled with urgency and panic.
He knew that he was the target of the explosion, knew that he needed to get away from the danger.
He spoke, his voice rushed and anxious.
"Let's go."
Bullock quickly led Gordon out of the garage, shielding him from any potential danger.
He knew they needed to get to safety, needed to get away from the chaos.
He spoke, his voice firm and protective.
"This way."
The two made their way out of the garage, dodging debris and avoiding the chaos.
Bullock kept a firm hand on Gordon, guiding him through the madness.
He spoke, his voice focused and determined.
"Stay close."
Gordon followed closely, his expression tense and worried.
He knew they were in danger, knew that they needed to get to safety.
He spoke, his voice urgent and worried.
"I'm right behind you, Harv."
The two continued onward, navigating through the chaos as best they could.
Bullock kept his focus on Gordon, determined to get him to safety.
He spoke, his voice steady and authoritative.
"Just keep moving. Almost there."
They eventually made it out of the garage and into the open air.
Bullock sighed in relief as he saw that they were safe.
He spoke, his voice relieved and exhausted.
"We made it."
Gordon took a deep breath, his expression filled with gratitude and relief.
He knew they were lucky to make it out alive, knew that they had escaped danger.
He spoke, his voice grateful.
"Thanks, Harv."
Bullock nodded, his expression still tense but calmer.
He knew they were safe for now, but he also knew that the threat wasn't over.
He spoke, his voice serious and determined.
"We need to figure out who's behind this."
Gordon nodded, his expression hardening as he thought about the situation.
He knew that they needed to find out who was behind the explosion, who wanted him dead.
He spoke, his voice filled with determination.
"We will."
Batman showed up to the scene of the crime. An attempted assassination on commissioner Gordon.
Batman surveyed the scene, his expression hidden behind his cowl.
He could see the damage, the aftermath of the explosion.
He spoke, his voice low and solemn.
"The commissioner, is he okay?"
Gordon turned to see Batman approaching, his expression a mix of gratitude and relief.
He spoke, his voice grateful.
"Batman, thank god you're here. And yes, I'm fine."
Batman nodded, his expression still serious.
He knew that Gordon was safe, but he also knew that they still had a dangerous situation on their hands.
He spoke, his voice firm and focused.
"Whoever did this is still out there."
Gordon's expression hardened at the reminder, his mind focused on the threat.
He knew that whoever was behind this needed to be caught, needed to be stopped.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"And we need to find them."
Batman nodded, his expression resolute.
He knew they were on the same page, knew that they needed to work together to find the culprit.
He spoke, his voice firm and committed.
"I'll start investigating. But you need to be careful."
Gordon nodded, his expression firm and resolute.
He knew the danger they were facing, knew that they needed to be careful.
He spoke, his voice cautious but determined.
"I will. But don't go alone."
Batman nodded, his expression understanding.
He knew that Gordon was right, knew that he couldn't do this alone.
He spoke, his voice firm but cooperative.
"I won't."
Bullock sent the team home for the night. Bullock and Gordon were working with Batman on the investigation.
"How do you want to do this, Batman?" Gordon asked.
Batman glanced at Gordon, his mind already working on a plan.
He spoke, his voice firm and strategic.
"We need to gather information, find any leads we can. I'll take the rooftops, you cover the ground."
Gordon nodded, his expression determined.
He knew that they needed to work together, needed to cover as much ground as they could.
He spoke, his voice firm and focused.
"Got it. Let's move."
Together they began investigating, scouring the city for any clue or lead.
Batman took to the rooftops, his cape billowing behind him as he swung through the city.
Gordon stayed on the ground, questioning witnesses and gathering information.
"I still think it was Black Mask." Bullock said.
There was no evidence of that, but he'd been the most recent assailant in Gotham City.
"I still think it was Black Mask." Bullock said.
There was no evidence of that, but he'd been the most recent assailant in Gotham City.
Batman listened, his mind considering the possibility.
He knew that Black Mask was a major player in Gotham's criminal underworld, knew that he had the resources to stage an attack like this.
He spoke, his voice low and thoughtful.
"It's possible. But we can't rule out other suspects."
Gordon nodded, his expression grim.
He knew that the list of suspects was long, knew that they couldn't afford to let their guard down.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"Right. We need to explore all possible angles."
They continued their investigation, their minds focused on finding something, anything that could lead them to the culprits.
Batman searched for clues on the rooftops, his eyes scanning the city for anything out of the ordinary.
Gordon stayed on the ground, interviewing witnesses and collecting evidence.
Soon they caught a break, a small clue that led them to a warehouse on the docks.
Batman spoke, his voice firm.
"I've found something."
Gordon's expression perked up at the news, his hope rising.
He knew they were onto something, knew that they had found a real lead.
He spoke, his voice urgent and excited.
"What is it?"
Batman spoke, his voice low and serious.
"A warehouse on the docks. It's been abandoned for a while, but there's activity there now."
Gordon nodded, his expression determined.
He knew they were on the right track now, knew that they had found a potential hideout.
He spoke, his voice firm and focused.
"Let's check it out."
Together they made their way to the warehouse, their movements stealthy and silent.
Batman spoke, his voice a whisper.
"Stay alert. We don't know what we're up against."
KGBeast heard them enter the warehouse. It was a warehouse Nygma had used when he'd be in business. It was a place to hold up for KGBeast.
"Is that you... Batman." KGBeast shouted.
Batman froze at the voice, his expression growing tense.
He recognized that voice, knew that it belonged to KGBeast.
He spoke, his voice low and cautious.
"Show yourself."
"Do you have Gordon with you?" KGBeast asked. Still in hiding.
Batman's expression hardened, his mind on Gordon's safety.
He spoke, his voice protective.
"I do. And he's staying out of this."
"You think that I had something to do with that?" KGBeast asked.
"I'm not saying that." Batman answered.
"I don't know anything about it, Batman."
Batman's expression remained skeptical, his mind considering the possibilities.
He spoke, his voice cautious.
"I find that hard to believe."
"Why? Why is that so difficult to accept, Batman?" KGBeast asked, his voice firm and focused.
Batman's expression hardened, his mind remembering their past encounters.
He spoke, his voice gruff.
"Because you've tried to kill Gordon before."
KGBeast paused, realizing the truth in Batman's words.
He had tried and failed to kill Gordon before, had been stopped by Batman.
He spoke, his voice regretful.
"Yeah...I did."
Batman watched him closely, his expression still wary.
He knew that KGBeast could not be trusted, knew that he could switch sides at any moment.
He spoke, his voice low and cautious.
"And I stopped you."
KGBeast nodded, his expression remorseful.
He remembered the times he had been defeated by Batman, remembered the shame and anger he had felt.
He spoke, his voice heavy with regret.
"You did."
"So you think I'd try to kill him now?" KGBeast asked.
Batman's expression hardened, his mind firm in his belief.
He spoke, his voice low and firm.
"I think you'd try it again, given the chance."
"You've got it all wrong, Batman. I didn't attempt to kill commissioner Gordon." KGBeast said firmly.
Batman's expression shifted to surprise, his mind skeptical of KGBeast's words.
He spoke, his voice cautious.
"You're saying you're innocent?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying." KGBeast replied.
Batman's expression remained skeptical, his mind struggling to believe it.
He spoke, his voice cautious.
"I find it hard to believe you'd change your ways so suddenly."
KGBeast sighed, realizing that Batman was hesitant to trust him.
He spoke, his voice sincere.
"I know my reputation is...not the best. But I swear to you, I didn't do this. I have no reason to want commissioner Gordon dead."
"I did not do anything!" KGBeast acknowledged.
Batman's expression softened slightly, his mind starting to believe him.
He spoke, his voice more calm.
"Then why did you hide when we entered?"
KGBeast sighed, realizing he had caused needless panic.
He spoke, his voice hesitant.
"I...I admit I was startled. I didn't want to be immediately thought of as the suspect."
7
The crowd of people were enjoying themselves, until this moment.
"Who are you?" One man asked.
"I'm old faithful." Black Mask replied.
He then disappeared into the back of the nightclub. "I hope you're all aware that I am a killer."
The people scrambled for the exits, but the No Face Gang was capturing those who couldn't get away. The police were surrounding the nightclub.
Red Hood came on the scene. He knew that Batman was investigating the attempted assassination of Jim Gordon. He was clearly on his own.
He watched as the people stumbled out, trying to save themselves from Black Mask's reach.
He spoke, his voice low and solemn.
"Damn it."
He knew he couldn't take on all of the No Face Gang and Black Mask alone.
He spoke, his voice low and determined.
"I gotta get in there."
He ran towards the entrance, but the Punisher stopped him.
He spoke, his voice firm and urgent.
"Wait."
"Frank... I didn't know that you were here." Red Hood said.
The Punisher nodded, his expression serious.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"I didn't want you going in there alone."
Red Hood nodded, appreciating the sentiment.
He spoke, his voice low and focused.
"I've got a plan."
The Punisher raised an eyebrow, curious.
He spoke, his voice curious.
"Yeah? What's the plan?"
Red Hood explained his plan to the Punisher, detailing his strategy and tactics.
The Punisher nodded, impressed with the plan.
He spoke, his voice firm and confident.
"Okay. I'm in."
Black Mask and the No Face Gang were beating and torturing the residents.
"What's your name, darling?" Black Mask asked.
"Colleen Perkins." The lady replied.
"Colleen huh? Well Colleen, have you ever watched as someone else died in front of you?"
Colleen shook her head, her expression terrified.
Black Mask chuckled, his eyes filled with cruelty.
He spoke, his voice low and malicious.
"Good. Hold out your hand."
Colleen hesitantly held out her hand, fear filling her.
Black Mask smirked, his hand reaching into his pocket.
He pulled out a coin, the head pointing up.
He spoke, his voice sickly sweet.
"You see this coin, sweetheart?"
Colleen nodded, her eyes locked on the coin.
Black Mask continued, his voice almost sing-song.
"This coin decides your fate."
Colleen's eyes widened, fear growing inside of her.
Black Mask continued.
"Heads...you live. Tails...you die."
Colleen's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with terror.
She gulped, her voice shaky.
"And you're just going to flip this coin to decide?"
He spoke, his voice low and menacing.
"That's exactly what I'm gonna do."
He ran the cold gun barrel across her cleavage. The cold metal sent chills throughout her body. Then he flipped the coin.
The coin spun in the air, gleaming in the dim light.
Colleen watched in horror, her eyes glued to the coin.
Then it landed, hitting the ground with a small clink.
Black Mask chuckled again, his eyes fixed on the coin. He spoke, his voice almost gleeful. "Looks like you won, sweetheart."
Colleen let out a sigh of relief, tears streaming down her face.
She spoke, her voice shaky and full of gratitude.
"Thank you...thank you."
Black Mask smirked, his hand reaching out to her cheek.
He spoke, his voice teasing.
"You're welcome, darling."
Her friend Lance tried to hit Black Mask with a chair, but he took a bullet to his chest.
"You can't touch me." Black Mask's voice low and cold.
She pleaded, her voice desperate.
"Please don't hurt me."
Black Mask lifted her skirt up with the barrel of his gun. "No...I'm not going to hurt you. We're going to make each other feel good."
Colleen's eyes widened at the gesture, a mix of fear and disgust on her face.
She spoke, her voice shaky.
"No...please, don't."
Black Mask chuckled, his expression sadistic.
He spoke, his voice teasing.
"Don't be like that. I can make you feel good."
Colleen shook her head, fear radiating from her.
She spoke, her voice firm and filled with determination.
"No. No, I won't do that."
Black Mask's expression darkened, his expression filled with anger.
He spoke, his voice low and menacing.
"You don't get to make that decision."
Colleen's heart pounded in her chest, fear overwhelming her.
She spoke, her voice firm but filled with terror.
"I...I don't want to."
Black Mask's expression hardened, his grip on her tightening.
He spoke, his voice harsh and cruel.
"You don't have a choice, sweetheart."
Colleen's tears streamed down her face, her mind racing with fear.
She pleaded, her voice desperate and terrified.
"Please, no. Don't do this."
He spoke, his voice firm and filled with malice.
"You're mine now."
Colleen's fear grew exponentially, her heart pounding in her chest.
She screamed, her voice filled with terror.
"No! Let me go."
"Let you go... not happening, darling." Black Mask said, his voice firm but calm.
Colleen's mind raced in desperation.
She spoke, her voice trembling with fear.
"Please, just let me go. I'll do anything."
Red Hood was outnumbered, but shooting his way through the madness.
The Punisher was standing over the balcony with his gun aimed at the gang.
"Give up...Black Mask." He shouted.
Black Mask turned, his expression filled with annoyance.
He spoke, his voice cold and firm.
"Not a chance, Castle."
The Punisher's expression remained firm, his gun still aimed.
He spoke, his voice level and resolute.
"You're outnumbered. You're cornered."
Colleen was hoping that Frank could save her. Black Mask had other ideas. He shot at Punisher and moved quickly to the exit. Colleen screamed as she was pulled away behind him.
"Don't do this to me." She screamed.
"Shut up or I will kill you." Black Mask threatened her.
Colleen's fear spiked, her mind racing with fear and the need to live.
She spoke, her voice obedient and terrified.
"I'm...I'm sorry."
Black Mask smirked, his expression satisfied.
"That's right, sweetheart. You are going to be sorry." He spoke, his voice taunting.
Colleen's mind raced, her eyes searching for an escape.
She spoke, her voice desperate and filled with fear.
"Where are you taking me?"
Black Mask chuckled, his grip on her tight.
He spoke, his voice teasing.
"Now that would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"
Colleen felt helpless, her fear growing with every step.
She spoke, her voice pleading and terrified. "Please, just let me go."
Black Mask ignored her pleas, his grip on her tightening.
He spoke, his voice firm and authoritative.
"You're mine now. You'll learn to love it."
Colleen's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with fear and desperation.
She pleaded, her voice trembling and terrified.
"Please don't do this."
Red Hood caught Black Mask and pulled Colleen from his hand.
"You're finished." Red Hood said firmly.
Black Mask smirked at that, and attacked Red Hood with a vengeance.
Red Hood was caught off guard, but quickly regained his bearings.
He fought back, his movements quick and skilled.
Black Mask countered, his attacks fast and brutal.
The two fought, their movements a blur. Colleen huddled near the wall, fear coursing through her veins.
Red Hood fought with all his strength, fuelled by fury and determination.
Black Mask fought with ruthless precision, fueled by cruelty and malice.
The fight raged on, the two locked in a brutal battle.
Red Hood landed a powerful punch, sending Black Mask reeling.
Black Mask smirked and grabbed Colleen and put his knife on her throat.
"Get outta my way or I'll kill her." Black Mask said gruffly.
Red Hood froze, his expression filled with disbelief and anger.
He spoke, his voice filled with emotion.
"Let her go, Black Mask."
Black Mask smirked, his grip on Colleen firm.
"And why would I do that?"
Black Mask chuckled, his expression unfazed.
He spoke, his voice filled with arrogance.
"You think you can take me?"
Red Hood nodded, his expression determined.
He spoke, his voice firm and resolute.
"I know I can."
Black Mask's smirk grew, his confidence unshaken.
He spoke, his voice smug and challenging.
"Let's see you try."
Red Hood charged at Black Mask, his movements fast and powerful.
Black Mask moved at the last second, still holding Colleen as his hostage.
They fought again, both determined to come out on top.
Colleen trembled with fear, feeling helpless as she was caught in the middle.
Red Hood was shocked by Black Mask's martial arts abilities. He was good with weapons, but just as good in hand to hand combat.
Red Hood fought with everything he had, determined to protect Colleen.
Black Mask countered every move, his experience and skill unmatched.
The fight continued, the two locked in a brutal struggle.
Colleen's fear grew, her mind racing for a way out.
She watched the fight, feeling helpless and trapped.
She spoke, her voice filled with desperation.
"Please, someone help me!"
Red Hood heard her, his focus wavering for a split second.
He fought harder, determined to save her.
Black Mask saw the distraction and capitalized, his attacks growing fiercer.
Black Mask landed a powerful punch, sending Red Hood stumbling back.
Colleen cried out, her heart racing with fear.
She spoke, her voice filled with panic.
"Please don't let him kill me."
Red Hood grunted in pain, but quickly recovered.
He spoke, his voice filled with determination.
"I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."
He attacked again, his movements lightning-fast.
Black Mask parried, his expression unbothered. He spoke, his voice mocking and confident. "Big words, little man."
Red Hood grit his teeth, fueled by anger and determination.
He spoke, his voice filled with conviction.
"I'm going to put you down."
Black Mask chuckled, his arrogance still evident.
He spoke, his voice mocking and filled with smugness.
"I'd like to see you try."
Red Hood attacked, his movements precise and deadly.
Black Mask dodged, his counterattack quick and brutal.
"You're no Batman." Black Mask said, his tone antagonistic.
Red Hood didn't like that remark, and he wanted to kill Black Mask.
"No...he wouldn't kill you, but I'm going to."
Black Mask's expression remained smug, his confidence unwavering.
He spoke, his voice and tone mocking.
"You don't have the guts."
Black Mask's expression shifted to surprise.
He didn't expect the Punisher joining the fight. He thought his men had eliminated Castle.
The Punisher approached, his demeanor serious and focused.
He spoke, his voice low and firm.
"It's over, Black Mask."
"Oh...you've underestimated me." Black Mask said.
The Punisher shook his head, his expression resolute.
He spoke, his voice filled with determination.
"No, you're the one who underestimated us."
Black Mask bristled at the comment, his ego wounded. He spoke, anger in his voice. "You think you can stop me?"
The Punisher smirked, his confidence unwavering.
He spoke, his voice steady and filled with conviction.
"I don't think...I know."
Black Mask slipped out of a door where a van was waiting. "I'm not done yet."
Black Mask knew that he had been outclassed, but he wasn't going to give up. Not until he ends Gotham City's Batman.
The Punisher and Red Hood gave chase, but failed to catch Black Mask.
Frustrated, the Punisher and Red Hood stood outside the building.
Red Hood spoke, his voice filled with anger.
"Damnit! We almost had him."
The Punisher nodded, his expression determined.
He spoke, his voice resolute.
"Don't worry, we'll catch him eventually."
Red Hood sighed, his anger slowly subsiding.
He spoke, his voice calmer.
"I hope so. He can't keep getting away with this."
8
The Penguin was at his palatial estate. A glass of whiskey in his hand. There was a mountain of cocaine on the table.
His phone was ringing. Nygma was calling repeatedly. Penguin sighed, annoyed by the repeated calls.
He spoke, his voice filled with irritation.
"What do you want, Nygma?"
Nygma's voice came through, filled with urgency and frustration.
He spoke, his tone rushed and anxious.
"Penguin, we need to talk."
"Do we, now?" Penguin asked.
Nygma sighed, his patience wearing thin.
He spoke, his voice firm yet controlled.
"I'm serious, Penguin. It's important."
"Yeah...I figured that by the amount of times you called." Cobblepot said. "What's going on with you?"
Nygma took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.
He spoke, his voice serious. "It's about Black Mask."
Penguin's irritation turned to interest, his focus shifting.
He spoke, his voice curious and cautious.
"What about him?"
Nygma continued, his voice stern and filled with determination.
He spoke, his words direct and to the point.
"He's planning something big."
"I thought I told you to kill him." Penguin said.
Nygma sighed, his frustration growing.
He spoke, his voice firm yet respectful.
"I tried, Cobblepot. But Black Mask always manages to slip away."
Penguin grunted, his frustration mirroring Nygma's.
He spoke, his voice annoyed yet firm.
"You're supposed to be my best assassin, Nygma. Yet you can't take out one criminal?"
"He's not easy pickings." The Riddler explained.
Penguin scoffed, his confidence unshaken.
He spoke, his tone slightly mocking.
"You're the smart one. I expect more from you."
"Yeah I know, but it's not what you think." The Riddler said.
Penguin's interest piqued, his annoyance giving way to curiosity.
He spoke, his voice firmer.
"Elaborate."
Nygma took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts again.
He spoke, his voice serious and firm.
"I've been doing some digging. I've discovered that Black Mask is not working alone."
Penguin's eyes widened, his interest fully piqued now.
He spoke, his voice filled with curiosity and surprise.
"He has allies?"
"He does, but Batman wants him. He's got plenty of folks who want him." Nygma explained.
Penguin's mind raced, calculating the possibilities.
He spoke, his voice cautious and concerned.
"Who are these 'folks', Nygma?"
"Gordon, Red Hood, Batman, and Frank Castle." Nygma named names.
Penguin's jaw dropped, his surprise evident.
He spoke, his voice dumbfounded.
"You're kidding."
Nygma shook his head, his expression serious and firm.
He spoke, his voice resolute.
"I'm telling you, Penguin. BlackMask has a lot of people on his ass, and they want him put away."
Penguin took a moment to digest the information.
He spoke, his voice calmer but still baffled.
"I can't believe it. Black Mask really has managed to piss off every major player in Gotham."
Nygma nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his expression.
He spoke, a small smirk forming on his face. "It's impressive, in a way."
"No... he's trying to move in on territory that's spoken for." Cobblepot growled.
Nygma nodded, understanding Penguin's irritation.
He spoke, his voice cautious yet respectful.
"I agree, Cobblepot. He's overstepping boundaries."
Penguin gritted his teeth, anger rising within him.
He spoke, his voice low and firm.
"He needs to be dealt with, Nygma. I'm talking about perminantly."
Nygma's expression hardened, his determination showing.
He spoke, his voice resolute.
"I'll take care of it, Cobblepot. I won't let him ruin our businesses."
Penguin nodded, his trust slowly returning.
He spoke, his voice firm but measured.
"Good. I know I can count on you, Nygma."
The Black Mask was trying to find Nygma. He planned on using his knowledge and tech skills to outmaneuver the competition.
"I want Nygma found and brought back here to me." Black Mask demanded.
His men nodded, their expressions determined.
One of them spoke, his voice confident.
"We'll find Nygma, sir."
Black Mask's expression was cold and firm.
He spoke, his voice commanding and stern.
"You better. Otherwise I'll have to find myself a new number two."
The men gulped nervously at the threat, their fear evident.
Another one spoke, his voice tentative yet determined.
"We won't fail you, sir."
"We're the reason that little bastard isn't locked up. This punk took my kindness for weakness. I don't appreciate that, and he will pay for that." Black Mask explained.
The men nodded in agreement, their expressions showing their understanding.
Another one spoke, his voice filled with anger and determination.
"We'll make him pay, boss."
"I want his ass brought back here to me." Black Mask said, and his tone a vicious one.
The men nodded, determination filling their expressions.
The toughest one spoke, his voice gruff and confident.
"We'll drag him kicking and screaming if we have to, boss."
Black Mask watched them leave. His mind racing. They were going to find Nygma, but Red Hood and Punisher were looking for him. Black Mask wasn't afraid, but he had too many men out there, and too few covering the hideout.
He spoke to himself, his mind racing.
"Damn it. I need more men."
He sighed, realizing that his men were stretched thin.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"I'll just have to make do with what I have."
The No Face Gang surrounded Maxine, their expressions stern and callous.
One of them spoke, his voice harsh and threatening.
"Where's Nygma, sweetheart?" Jon Crane asked.
Maxine's eyes widened, fear filling her expression.
She spoke, her voice trembling and desperate.
"I...I don't know. Who are you?" Max asked. They didn't appear to be cops.
Jon chuckled, his expression smug and condescending.
He spoke, his voice mocking and dismissive.
"Not your friendly neighborhood police, honey."
"Who are you?" She asked. Her voice unsteady and fear in her eyes.
The gang members smirked, their expressions cocky and condescending.
One of them spoke, his voice mocking and dismissive.
"We're just asking a few questions, princess."
Maxine frowned, her fear turning into annoyance.
She spoke, her voice firm and defiant.
"Well, I don't know where Nygma is. So you should leave."
Maxine struggled against them, but she was outnumbered.
She spoke, her voice filled with fear and desperation.
"W-where are you taking me?" she pleaded.
The group chuckled, their laughs mocking and cruel.
One of them spoke, his voice condescending.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, honey. You're just a bargaining chip."
Maxine's heart pounded in her chest, her fear intensifying.
She pleaded again, her voice desperate and terrified.
"Please. Please let me go."
The men ignored her pleas, their expressions cold and callous.
They laughed again, their laughter echoing through the van.
Another one spoke, his voice mocking and cruel.
"You're our ticket to finding Nygma. So just sit back and enjoy a ride, princess."
Maxine's eyes filled with tears, her fear now mixed with anger.
She pleaded again, her voice filled with both fear and anger.
"You can't do this."
The men just laughed again, their laughter growing louder.
One of them spoke, his voice mocking and condescending.
"We can and we are."
8
He knew that Black Mask broke Nygma out of jail. Nobody has saw the Riddler since then. Batman knew he was an intelligent man.
Jon Crane asked Maxine to call Nygma, but she refused. So he took her phone knowing Nygma would answer, and he made the call.
Jon scrolled through Maxine's phone. Then hit the call button.
"Maxine? Where have you been, baby?" Nygma asked alarmed.
"Listen Edward... you need to meet up with me. If you ever want to see this cutie again, then we need to meet up, now. Immediately." Jon Crane said.
"Not yet." Jon said. "But the boss wants to see you. Or we could take him this fine piece of meat."
Nygma's expression hardened, his anger rising.
He spoke, his voice firm and resolute.
"Don't touch her."
"Then you come get her. She's gonna be at the underground hideout. The No Face Gang will hold onto her until you get there." Jon explained.
Jon chuckled, his expression cocky and condescending.
He spoke, his voice mocking and dismissive.
"I'm shaking in my boots, Riddler."
Nygma gritted his teeth, his anger reaching its peak.
He spoke, his voice filled with rage and determination. "You better be."
Laughing, Jon hung up the phone. Nygma was coming for Maxine.
Nygma's fingers gripped his cell phone, tightly. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her.
He spoke, his voice low and firm.
"I'm coming for you, sweetheart." Nygma murmured.
He scrolled down to the Penguin's number and hit call. He needed help and he knew that Penguin had connections. Maybe he'd send Bane or somebody.
Penguin's voice came through the phone, his tone casual but curious.
"Nygma?" He asked.
Nygma took a deep breath, desperately trying to control his emotions.
He spoke, his voice strained but urgent.
"Penguin, I need a favor."
Penguin could sense the urgency in Nygma's voice. He spoke, his tone switching to seriousness.
"What do you need?"
Nygma quickly explained the situation, his words urgent and panicked.
He spoke, his voice filled with desperation.
"They've got Maxine."
Penguin's eyes widened, the situation becoming more serious.
He spoke, his tone turning serious and concerned.
"They've got Maxine? Who?"
Penguin's expression hardened, his anger towards Black Mask rising.
He spoke, his tone filled with determination.
"Alright. I'll send some men to the hideout. We'll get Maxine back."
Nygma sighed with relief, his gratitude obvious.
He spoke, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.
"Thank you, Cobblepot."
Penguin nodded, his determination still present.
He spoke, his tone firmer and confident.
"My men will be there soon. Hang in there, Riddler."
Nygma nodded, his determination growing to match Penguin's.
He spoke, his voice filled with confidence.
"I will."
Penguin ended the call and immediately called Bane.
"Bane, I need you and your men at the hideout now." Penguin said.
Bane replied, his voice gruff and firm.
"Understood, boss."
Nygma met Bane and his crew at Penguin's hideout. Black Mask sent videos of Maxine tied up in a chair. Men with face covers on, surrounded her.
"He's going to torture that girl, if we don't get over there." The Penguin said.
Bane's expression darkened, the thought of Maxine being tortured fueling his determination.
He spoke, his voice filled with anger and resolve.
"Let's move."
Penguin sent Bane, along with his men, heading towards the hideout.
As Nygma and Bane's crew arrived at the hideout, they could hear Maxine's terrified screams. It was haunting.
Bane's expression hardened, his anger growing.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"They'll pay for that."
Nygma's expression mirror's Bane, his own anger flaring up.
He spoke, his voice filled with fury and protective rage.
"Damn right they will."
Nygma and Bane's crew entered the hideout, their footsteps echoing through the hallway.
Black Mask stood in the center of the room, a smug grin on his face. He was surrounded by his gang of thugs.
"Give up the girl." Bane shouted.
"Trade us Nygma for the girl." Black Mask shouted.
Nygma's eyes locked on Black Mask, his expression filled with anger and determination.
He spoke, his voice firm and resolute.
"Release her first."
Black Mask smirked, unfazed by Nygma's demand.
He spoke, his tone condescending.
"You're in no position to be making demands, Nygma."
Nygma took a step forward, his hands clenching into fists.
He spoke, his voice firm and determined.
"I'm not leaving without her."
Black Mask chuckled, his arrogance still present.
"You really planning on taking on all of us by yourself?" He asked.
"I'm not alone." The Riddler shouted.
Black Mask's smirk faltered slightly as he looked around, realizing the number of people that were with Nygma.
He spoke, his tone cautious yet still smug.
"You have some back up. So what?"
Nygma smirked, his confidence growing.
He spoke, his voice filled with determination.
"I have a lot more than some."
Black Mask's expression hardened, his arrogance fading slightly.
He spoke, his tone becoming more cautious.
"You really think you can take all of us?"
Bane stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the thugs.
He spoke, his voice low and menacing.
"He doesn't have to take you on alone. You have no idea who we are or what we can do."
The thugs began to look uneasy, realizing that they might be in over their head.
Black Mask scoffed, his confidence wavering.
He spoke, his voice losing its edge.
"You're bluffing."
Bane chuckled, his expression growing dark.
He spoke, his voice dropping lower.
"You really want to find out whether or not I'm bluffing?"
Some of the gangmen backed away, realizing that this might be a fight they can't win.
Black Mask's expression faltered further, realizing that he might have underestimated the situation.
He spoke, his tone less confident.
"Alright, let's make a deal."
Nygma's expression turned slightly curious, but his anger still burned within him.
He spoke, his voice still firm yet willing to hear him out.
"What kind of deal?"
Black Mask's expression became more serious.
He spoke, his tone more diplomatic.
"A deal where everyone walks away, alive and unharmed."
Nygma's expression hardened, he could sense where this was going.
He spoke, his voice cautious yet still willing to listen.
"And what do you want in return?"
Black Mask's expression turned sly, knowing that he had something that Nygma wanted.
He spoke, his tone smug and confident.
"I want you to work for me."
Nygma's eyes widened, his shock evident. He was not expecting that proposition.
He spoke, his voice full of bravado.
"You want me to work for you? The Penguin is putting me on my own again. I don't work for others."
Black Mask's expression hardened, his confidence returning full force.
"Listen here. You're not in the position to be making demands. You're outnumbered, in case you haven't noticed."
Nygma's expression darkened. Black Mask was right. He was outnumbered.
Black Mask continued, his voice condescending.
"Face it. You're not getting out of here without a deal. My offer is the best one you're gonna get."
Nygma's expression faltered, his thoughts racing. He knew Black Mask was right.
He spoke, his voice filled with reluctant determination.
"What do you mean by working for you?"
Black Mask turned his attention to Bane, his expression turning slightly annoyed.
He spoke, his tone still confident
"I propose a partnership. You and I work together to take over this city."
The Riddler smirked. "I believe I have something you might find useful."
"And
what might that be?" Bane countered.
Black Mask's expression changed to curiosity, his interest piqued.
He spoke, his tone slightly intrigued.
"What do you have that I would find useful?"
Nygma reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small flash drive.
He spoke, his voice calm and determined.
"This flash drive holds a lot of information about Penguin and his operations. Locations, schedules, contacts, connections, etcetera."
Black Mask's eyes widened, clearly impressed.
He spoke, his voice full of interest.
"You have inside information about Penguin?"
"Is that what you want?" The Riddler asked.
Black Mask nodded, his interest growing.
He spoke, his tone still firm but a bit more friendly.
"That's exactly what I want. With this information, I could take over Penguin's operations."
Nygma smirked, realizing he has Black Mask right where he wants him.
He spoke, his tone confident and in control.
"I'll give this information to you, but first we make a deal."
Black Mask's expression hardened again, his ego not wanting to give in.
He spoke, his tone still stubborn yet slightly more reasonable.
"Fine. Name your deal."
Nygma's smile grew, confident in his bargaining power.
He spoke, his tone firm and confident.
"First, Maxine goes home unharmed."
Black mask nodded.
He spoke, his tone reluctant yet willing to make the deal.
"Fine. Maxine goes home unharmed."
Nygma's expression relaxed slightly, but he was not done yet.
He spoke, his tone still firm but a bit more firm.
"Second, you agree to keep your people away from me and my loved ones."
Black Mask's expression turned slightly annoyed, but he still wanted the information.
He spoke, his tone begrudging yet reluctantly agreeing.
"Fine. My people stay away from you and your loved ones."
Nygma's expression turned slightly satisfied, but he still had one more condition.
He spoke, his tone still firmer yet almost satisfied.
"Third, you allow me to have a certain level of autonomy in how I conduct my work for you."
Black Mask's expression shifted to slight annoyance again, his ego still not wanting to give in completely.
He spoke, his tone still somewhat reluctant but open to reason.
"Fine. You have some autonomy in how you conduct your work. But I expect results."
Bane spoke up, "Penguin wants you dead." His voice was firm.
Black Mask's expression hardened, his annoyance now directed at Bane.
He spoke, his voice still stubborn.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"It means I've got to assassinate you." Bane responded.
Black Mask's expression turned surprised, his confidence faltering slightly.
He spoke, his tone firm but slightly desperate.
"Hold up. We had a deal."
Nygma spoke up, his voice calm yet authoritative.
"As much as I agree with Bane, killing Black Mask is not an option."
Both Bane and Black Mask looked at Nygma, both surprised by his statement.
Nygma continued, his tone firm and resolute.
"As much as I hate the fact that I'm saying this, I need him and vice versa. This is a better deal for everyone."
Black Mask's expression turned slightly surprised, his ego slightly bruised by Nygma's words.
He spoke, his tone still stubborn yet a bit more reasonable.
"I guess I can see the logic in that."
9
He knew something had transpired between Nygma and Black Mask. And he was not happy about it.
He paced in his office, his frustration evident.
He spoke, his tone angry and stern.
"Damn it, Nygma. What did you say to him?"
Nygma sat across from Penguin, his expression expression calm yet somewhat guilty.
He spoke, his tone firm yet trying to explain himself.
"I had to negotiate, Cobblepot. Black Mask was desperate and I saw an opportunity."
Penguin's expression softened slightly, his anger cooling down a bit.
He spoke, his tone still firm but a little less angry.
"And what exactly did you negotiate?"
Nygma sighed, knowing that Penguin wasn't going to like the answer.
He spoke, his tone somewhat reluctant yet firm.
"I gave him information on your operations in exchange for Maxine's safety and a temporary partnership with him."
The Penguin looked at Nygma with anger. "What did you tell him about my operations?"
Nygma sighed, knowing that Penguin wasn't going to like hearing it.
He spoke, his tone slightly hesitant yet firm.
"Location, schedule, contacts, and connections."
Penguin's expression turned shocked, his eyes widened in anger.
He spoke, his tone filled with disbelief and anger.
"You gave him that much information? Are you insane?"
He spoke, his tone remorseful yet firm.
"I'm sorry, Cobblepot. But I had no choice."
Penguin took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
He spoke, his tone a bit softer yet still angry.
"You had a choice, Nygma. And you chose to give him information about me. Do you realize how much damage you've done?"
Nygma nodded, understanding the gravity of his mistake.
He spoke, his tone remorseful yet determined.
"I know I screwed up, Cobblepot. But I promise you I'll do everything I can to make things right."
Nygma nodded, his determination growing.
He spoke, his tone firm and resolute.
"Just tell me what you want me to do."
Penguin's expression softened slightly, his anger now mixed with a glimmer of hope.
He spoke, his tone firmer yet still skeptical.
"I want you to spy on Black Mask. Get me any information you can."
Nygma's expression turned serious, his determination now focused.
He spoke, his tone resolute yet cautious.
"I can do that."
Penguin's expression softened even more, a small smile tugging at his lips.
He spoke, his tone slightly less skeptical yet still cautious. "Good. That's a start."
Nygma nodded, feeling a sense of relief at the small gesture of trust.
He spoke, his tone determined yet cautious. "I won't let you down."
He spoke, his tone firmer yet optimistic.
"I'm counting on it. Where is Bane?"
Nygma responded, his tone calm yet cautious.
"Last I saw him, he was standing guard outside."
Penguin's expression turned thoughtful, his mind now focused on the new information.
He spoke, his tone firm yet curious.
"Did Black Mask, recruit Bane as well?"
Nygma hesitated, unsure whether he should tell Penguin or not.
He spoke, his tone cautious yet honest.
"Yes, he did."
"Bane is on my payroll." Cobblepot said.
Nygma nodded, understanding the implications.
He spoke, his tone cautious yet hopeful.
"I see. Then perhaps we can use that to our advantage."
Penguin's expression perked up, his brain beginning to formulate a plan. He spoke, his tone firmer yet determined. "You're right. We can use that."
Nygma looked a little surprised by the agreement, but he quickly regained his composure.
He spoke, his tone somewhat hopeful yet cautious. "What do you have in mind?"
Penguin smirked, his mind already working out the details.
He spoke, his tone confident yet secretive.
"I'll tell you in time. But right now, I need to talk to Bane."
Nygma's expression turned slightly curious, his desire to be included growing.
He spoke, his tone firm yet cautious.
"Can I be a part of this?"
Penguin paused for a moment, considering Nygma's request.
He spoke, his tone still cautious yet willing to listen.
"Do you want to be apart of this?"
Nygma's expression turned determined, his desire to make things right evident.
He spoke, his tone confident and resolute.
"Yes, I do."
Penguin sighed, knowing that Nygma was not going to give up.
He spoke, his tone slightly reluctant yet willing to collaborate.
Nygma nodded, his determination growing.
He spoke, his tone resolute and eager.
"I promise."
Penguin smiled, realizing that Nygma was going to be a key player in this plan.
He spoke, his tone firm yet confident.
"Good. We'll talk more about this soon. For now, I'm going to talk to Bane. You can wait right here."
Nygma nodded, his mind still racing with thoughts and ideas. He spoke, his tone excited yet patient.
"I'll be here."
Penguin left the room, heading to find Bane. Nygma was left behind to his thoughts. He sat in the dimly lit room, his mind going over every possible outcome.
As Nygma waited, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety.
He spoke to himself, his words barely above a whisper.
"This is going to be interesting."
Penguin spoke, his tone firm yet calmer than before.
"Bane, come here."
Bane took a few steps towards Nygma, his expression serious. Penguin continued, his tone cautious yet focused.
"Bane, can I trust that you'll listen to every word I say? And that you won't jeopardize this plan?"
Bane nodded, his expression serious and determined. He spoke, his voice firm yet willing to collaborate.
Penguin nodded in approval, his trust in Bane solidified. He spoke to Nygma, his tone cautious yet resolute.
"Alright. Let's all sit down."
The three of them took their seats, the atmosphere now filled with seriousness.
Penguin began to speak, his tone firm yet determined.
"Alright. Here's the plan..."
The next few hours were filled with discussion, planning, and plotting.
By the end, both Nygma and Bane understood their roles in the plan, and they were ready to execute it.
Penguin's expression turned satisfied, his plan now in motion.
He spoke, his tone firm yet confident.
"We all know what to do. Let's make these next few days count."
Nygma and Bane nodded in agreement, their eyes full of determination.
Nygma spoke, his tone confident yet cautious.
"We won't let you down."
Penguin smirked, his trust in them growing.
He spoke, his tone firm yet reassuring.
"I know you won't. Now... Go."
Nygma and Bane stood up, prepared to do their part.
Nygma spoke, his tone firm yet confident.
"I'll see you soon, Cobblepot."
With that, Nygma and Bane left the room, leaving Gotham in their path with intentions to be known and feared.
Batman watched the city from the rooftops. Knowing that he had to take back the city. The force of Darkseid was still present. Working on the residents of Gotham.
As Batman watched, he noticed a familiar figure creeping through the shadows.
It was Black Mask, creeping through the darkest corners of Gotham.
Batman's expression turned curious yet cautious. He followed Black Mask, trying to keep his distance.
Black Mask continued to move, unaware of Batman's presence.
Batman followed him, his mind racing with questions.
He spoke to himself, his tone both focused and cautious. "Where are you going, Black Mask?"
Black Mask's path led him to a abandoned warehouse.
Batman followed discreetly, hiding in the shadows.
He watched as Black Mask entered the building, disappearing inside.
Batman knew he had to stop him. He'd already tortured Gotham City enough. Killed too many innocent people.
With that thought in mind, Batman decided to enter the building as well.
He moved silently, creeping through the shadows and being careful to stay out of sight.
Batman knew he had to stop him. He'd already tortured Gotham City enough. Killed too many innocent people.
With that thought in mind, Batman decided to enter the building as well.
He moved silently, creeping through the shadows and being careful to stay out of sight.
He needed to know where this was going and who was connected with him. What was his end game? That's what Batman wanted to know.
He slipped through the same door that Black Mask used. Batman searched the place, but found nothing. No sign of Black Mask or his henchmen.
"Black Mask come out and face me." Batman challenged.
He continued to search the place. Somehow he escaped. Batman continued to think. As he walked back up the staircase and looked over the railing, he saw it.
The rectangular shape of a trap door. Batman went upstairs as he heard someone come in the front entrance.
It was Bane...who also went down that secret hatch in the floor. What is down there? Batman wondered.
Two criminals from rival organizations were going down the same hatch? Batman thought that was strange.
Batman's mind was racing with questions, but he didn't have time to dwell on them.
He quickly made his way down the trap door, his movements stealthy yet fast.
As he reached the bottom, he found himself in a dimly lit tunnel. The underground Gotham City tunnels.
He saw no sign of Bane, but he gambled and took a left. Mapping out the system as he advanced on.
"Batman." Bane grunted, his voice gruff and firm.
His voice echoed through the tunnels, the name "Darkseid" ringing out.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance.
It was Bane, his figure shadowy and imposing.
Bane spoke, his tone low and determined.
"Looking for someone?"
Bane chuckled darkly, his arrogance evident.
He spoke, his tone confident yet mocking.
"I am still in Darkseid's favor, Batman. As for our talk, let's just say you'll find out soon enough."
"Who are you working with, Bane?" Batman asked.
Bane looked at Batman..."Whoever is paying the best money or power." His voice low and firm.
Batman sighed, frustrated by Bane's reply.
He spoke, his voice firm yet determined.
"Same old Bane. Always out for himself."
"I'm currently working with Cobblepot. So what, now?" Bane asked.
Batman's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting that answer.
He spoke, his tone confused yet intrigued.
"You're working with Penguin? Since when?"
"Since Castle took down Deathstroke." Bane said. "I want him back. We almost took over Gotham City completely."
Bane remembered how close they'd been. Bane occupied the Mayor's office. If not for Superman, he'd still be there.
"You're never going to control Gotham City, Bane. Not while I'm here," Batman said firmly, and with a matter of fact tone.
"You are not what stopped me. You remember that, Bats."
"What are you doing down here with Black Mask?" Batman inquired.
Bane's expression hardened, his anger evident.
He spoke, his tone both firm and resentful.
"I'm working with Black Mask because we share the same goal. To take control of Gotham City."
Batman's expression turned serious, determination filling his eyes.
He spoke, his voice filled with resolve.
"You'll never succeed, Bane. I'll stop you both."
"Where's Nygma? Who's he working for?" Batman asked.
Bane's expression turned uncertain, his confidence faltering for a moment. He spoke, his tone cautious yet revealing.
"Last I heard, Nygma was working for Penguin."
"Who is responsible for the attempted assassination of Jim Gordon?" Batman asked.
Bane just watched Batman. "I'm not answering anymore questions." Bane said, as he pushed by Batman towards the exit.
Batman watched as Bane pushed past him, anger building inside him.
He spoke, his voice controlled yet firm.
"This isn't over, Bane."
Bane paused for a moment, turning back to Batman.
He spoke, his tone confident yet slightly mocking.
"Oh, I know it's not. We'll be facing off again soon enough. I will break you in half again when we do." Bane chuckled darkly, his arrogance returning.
He spoke, his tone condescending yet full of bravado.
"You broke my spine, Bane. But you didn't break my spirit. I'll be back stronger, and next time I won't lose."
Bane chuckled darkly, his arrogance returning.
He spoke, his tone condescending yet full of bravado. "Crack or crunch?" Bane made a breaking gesture.
"You broke my spine, Bane But you didn't break my spirit. I'll be back stronger, and next time I won't lose." Batman said firmly.
Bane's expression turned thoughtful, his arrogance fading momentarily.
He spoke, his tone more genuine yet still cautious.
"You know, Bats. Sometimes I wonder why you keep fighting for this city. It's too far gone. Gotham will always be filled with crime and corruption."
Batman's expression turned firm, his determination unshaken.
He spoke, his voice filled with conviction.
"I keep fighting because I believe that this city can be saved. That there is still hope for a better Gotham."
"You're delusional, Bats." Bane stopped at the ladder. "Not as long as Darkseid can maintain control, you'll never save this city." Bane chuckled, and exited the trap door.
Batman watched as Bane disappeared, a mix of anger and determination filling him.
He spoke, his tone firm and resolute.
"I won't give up. I'll find a way to stop Darkseid, and I'll prove Bane wrong."
Batman turned back towards the hideout of Black Mask. He went out in search of Black Mask. Determined to find him.
"Someone is in the tunnel, Jon." Black Mask said.
Jon Crane grabbed his weapon and went towards the entrance to the section of the hideout. "Whoever is in here is getting shot. Who's in here?"
"It's me, the Batman." He said, as he grabbed the gun from Jon's hand.
Black Mask's eyes widened in shock, his arrogance replaced by fear.
He spoke, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Batman? How did you get down here?"
"I followed you here." Batman answered, as he lunged at Black Mask.
Black Mask side stepped Batman's attempt at taking him down. When Batman turned back towards him, Black Mask held a sword.
Batman's eyes widened, surprised to see a sword in Black Mask's hands.
He spoke, his tone firm yet cautious.
"A sword? You don't strike me as the sword-fighting type."
Batman covered his mouth and nostrils with his cape, trying to avoid inhaling the Fear Toxin.
He spoke, his voice muffled.
"You think you've got the upper hand, Crane?"
Crane chuckled, his confidence growing.
He spoke, his voice smug yet taunting.
"You've never seen hallucinations like mine, Batman. They'll make you regret ever putting on that cape and cowl."
Batman knew that things were about to get worse. He looked at Jon turn into a Scarecrow. The underground cavern was shaking and Batman knew it really wasn't, but he was loosing his ability to judge reality and fiction.
Batman's vision started to blur, the Fear Toxin taking effect.
He grunted, trying to stay focused.
"I've faced fear before, Crane. I won't be beaten by your hallucinations."
Batman made a move toward the exit. Black Mask was left standing there, and as he ran past Crane. He pulled his weapon, shooting Batman in the leg.
Batman hit the ground. Black Mask walked up to himlaying on the dirt floor of the underground. "Come with me."
It was the Joker. Batman was visualizing Black Mask to be the Joker. The hallucinations were incredibly strong, and the lines of reality were blurred.
Batman knew that the Joker was dead, but this was him. He took a swing at Black Mask.
"Get away from me, Joker."
Black Mask's expression shifted into a mix of concern and caution, seeing Batman act erratically.
He spoke, his tone firm yet cautious.
"Batman, it's me. Black Mask. I'm not the Joker. You're hallucinating."
"I will kill you." Batman said. Forgetting that he had a no kill rule.
"Oh yeah, Batman?" Black Mask said. "Lock him up in the cage."
Jon grabbed Batman, and pulled him into an ancient Gotham City jail cell. As he closed the door, he turned on the cameras and walked away.
Batman lay there in the jail cell hallucinating and going in and out of consciousness.
10
Frank Castle was sitting in Waylon's Pub and Cafe. Red Hood came in and that caught his eye. He looked at his watch, and realized that he was making his nightly patrol.
When Jason exited the bar, Castle followed him outside. Red Hood didn't even know that he was there. Frank just followed him for a minute. Until Jason finally recognized his being there.
Jason stopped in his tracks, his senses tingling. He knew that someone was following him.
He spoke, his tone cautious yet defiant.
"I can feel you, Castle. Show yourself."
"Hey there...Red Hood." Frank said. "Have you seen Batman? I needed to see him before I leave Gotham City."
"He's probably at the Batcave. Get in touch with Alfred. He'll know better than I do." Red Hood responded.
Frank nodded, appreciating the suggestion.
He spoke, his tone grateful yet cautious.
"Thanks, Red Hood. I'll give that a try."
Frank waived for a cab. "Over here." He shouted, as the cab stopped.
"Good luck, Frank...if I don't see you again before you leave the city." Red Hood said.
"You bet, brother. Same to you." Frank replied.
Red Hood watched Frank disappear in the cab. He was hoping that Frank would hang around awhile and help the team. He understood that it wasn't to be.
Frank rode away in the cab thinking about Maxine and how he'd been willing to stay. She changed all that when she didn't choose him. He knew that the city was screwed up, but he couldn't stay.
Frank's mind was still filled with thoughts of Maxine, but he couldn't deny the truth. Gotham was a mess, and it needed help. Still, he couldn't bear the thought of staying when his love wasn't reciprocated.
He spoke to himself, his voice low yet resolute.
"I hope the city can survive without me."
With a final glance at Gotham's towering buildings, Frank's cab merged into the early morning traffic, disappearing into the distance.
Frank knocked on the door at Wayne Manor. He stood there expecting Bruce or Alfred to come to the door. Eventually it was Alfred who came to the door.
Alfred's eyes widened in surprise to see Frank standing at the door.
He spoke, his tone curious yet cautious.
"Frank Castle? What brings you here?"
"Well it didn't work out between me and that lady friend. So I guess I'm saying goodbye to the Bat-team." Frank replied.
Alfred's expression turned sympathetic, realizing the reason behind Frank's visit. He spoke, his tone understanding yet sad.
"I see. I'm sorry to hear that it didn't work out, Frank."
"Yeah, I'd planned on getting settled in here. Stay in Gotham City, where I know I'm needed, but I cannot stay like this."
Alfred nodded, understanding the pain behind Frank's decision.
He spoke, his tone sad yet respectful.
"I can see your dilemma. It's not easy to be in a place where your heart isn't reciprocated."
Alfred had the television on, and whatever he was watching was interrupted by the news broadcast.
"This is footage sent to us from Black Mask...parental permission is advised." Vicki Vale said.
The footage showed Batman fighting and invisible opponent and flailing around. Shouting and fighting the air.
Alfred's expression changed from sadness to alarm as he saw the news footage of Batman struggling against an invisible opponent.
He spoke, his tone worried.
"What is this? What's happening to Batman?"
"Black Mask is to be considered armed and dangerous." Vicki Vale signed off.
"Maybe I'm not gonna be leaving." Frank said firmly.
Alfred's expression darkened, realizing that Black Mask was responsible for Batman's vulnerable state. He spoke, his tone determined.
"You're right. We can't leave Batman in that condition."
Alfred's mind raced, considering the situation. They had to find a way to help Batman.
He spoke, his tone resolute.
"Come with me."
Frank followed Alfred inside Wayne Manor, intrigued by his determination.
He spoke, his tone curious yet obedient.
"Where we going?"
Alfred led Frank through the labyrinthine hallways, his stride filled with purpose.
He spoke, his tone intense yet focused.
"We're going to the Batcave."
Frank's eyes widened in surprise, realizing they were heading to the Batcave.
He spoke, his tone filled with excitement yet cautious.
"The Batcave? Really?"
"Yes, from there we can get Batman's exact location. A GPS device in his belt buckle." Alfred said.
The computers had turned on when the doors opened up. Alfred knew right where to go. Frank watched him closely, but he didn't know what he was doing. The old man knew how to navigate the computer.
The Punisher took down the coordinates of Batman's location. "I will go get Batman." Frank said.
"You can't do this alone, Mr. Castle." Alfred said.
"No...drive me to the location from the GPS locator." Frank replied.
Alfred's expression turned determined, knowing the consequences of Frank acting alone.
He spoke, his tone firm yet cautious.
"Fine. I'll drive you there, but you can't go in alone."
Alfred and Frank quickly made their way to the garage where the Batmobile was parked.
They got into the car, Alfred behind the wheel and Frank in the passenger seat.
As Alfred started the engine, the Batmobile roared to life.
Frank looked for the 'oh shit handles'. "Alfred, can you drive this car?" His voice low and calm.
Alfred smirked and revved the engine, showing off his skills.
He spoke, his tone confident yet smug.
"I have mastered this vehicle, Mr. Castle. Hold on tight."
With that, Alfred gunned the engine, and the Batmobile shot out of the garage like a rocket.
Frank held onto the oh-shit handle, surprised by the sheer speed and power of the Batmobile.
Within no time they were at the location that the computer gave. It took them to the middle of an intersection over by the docks.
"Where is he?" Frank asked.
Alfred shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." Alfred said. Then he started opening up the same thing on a computer in the car.
Alfred's fingers danced across the keyboard, trying to pinpoint Batman's exact location.
He spoke, his tone focused yet frustrated.
"Damn it. This is where it saying he's located." Alfred said.
Frank pulled out the machine gun in his backpack and assembled it quickly. "I'm gonna look around."
Alfred watched him in and out of buildings. Moving like a combat soldier. Swift and quickly. Eventually he gets back to the Batmobile.
"Is there a sewer system under the street?" Frank asked.
Alfred wasn't sure. Frank was sure it had to be. Batman only used accurate and well tested equipment. He had to be below the ground. Alfred located a tunnel that was down by the water plant with the map on the computer.
"Get in Castle. I know a way under the ground."
Frank jumped over the fence and went to the concrete tunnel that went underground. Frank turned on the flashlight as he passed a couple of drunks fishing in the water.
"You don't wanna go in there." One guy said.
The Punisher said nothing and went off into a dark tunnel. He moved in and out of rooms that once made up Gotham City a century before. Castle noticed that these were not caves, but once were buildings.
Frank continued deeper into the underground, his flashlight illuminating the dark tunnels.
He passed by abandoned rooms and decaying relics of Gotham's past.
Something caught his attention, a soft glow coming from deep within the darkness ahead.
Frank could tell that people stayed in these tunnels. Homeless or whatever, but the soft glowing light up ahead was artificial and not natural light.
He felt for his favorite weapon. His Marine issue fixed blade knife. It was where he wanted it, strapped on his leg.
He moved toward the artificial light, quickly and efficiently. Alfred called Batgirl and Robin, and tried to get Red Hood, but he didn't answer.
The soft glow grew stronger as Frank approached the source. He could hear hushed voices up ahead.
He crept closer, moving silently yet swiftly. The voices were becoming distinct.
Frank hid behind a corner, listening intently. He could hear fragments of a conversation, but still couldn't make out the entire conversation.
He decided to take a peek, his fingers lightly touching the butt of his handgun.
He saw Black Mask and Jon Crane. He was Black Mask's number two man in Black Mask's organization. Frank had killed his previous guy in the last encounter at the Gotham City Civic Center.
Frank cautiously peered around the corner, his grip on his weapon ready.
He saw Black Mask and Jon Crane. He was Black Mask's number two man in The No Face Gang. Frank had killed his previous number two guy, during their last encounter at the Gotham City Civic Center.
He looked around a little bit trying to find Batman. He eventually found him in his cell, but couldn't get him out. He didn't have the key. He looked back down the hallway of the tunnel.
"I'll be back, Batman." Frank said.
He didn't know the exact way back to Black Mask's hideout, but he went the way he thought it might be. He moved silently and with agility.
Jon Crane ran into Frank and the two became locked up in hand to hand combat. The fight was intense and they traded violently. Frank pulled out the fixed blade. He fought his way in, and shoved it into his gut and twisted it in a circle.
Crane went down in pain, clutching his stomach.
Frank didn't waste a second, he moved past Crane and towards Black Mask's hideout.
But before he could reach it, Jon Crane regained his composure.
Crane threw a smoke grenade and hid in the smoke.
He spoke, his voice firm yet strained.
"You can't save Batman."
Crane was gone.
Frank cursed under his breath, knowing he couldn't waste time fighting Crane. He was on a mission.
Frank grunted, frustrated by Crane's disappearance. He pressed on, determined to locate Black Mask's hideout.
As he moved through the tunnels, he noticed a faint light in the distance.
He quickened his pace, drawn by the light. His hand on his handgun tightly.
The light grew brighter ahead, and the voices in the distance grew stronger. Frank pressed on, his flashlight helping him navigate through the darkness.
As he neared the source of the light, he could make out voices more clearly.
Frank stopped at a corner, listening intently to the conversation ahead.
He could now make out the voices of Black Mask and Crane, their conversation becoming clearer.
"Where's Castle?" Black Mask asked, his voice filled with annoyance.
"He got away." Crane responded, his tone confident yet cautious.
Black Mask grunted in frustration, pacing back and forth.
"He's a dangerous individual, but he won't get far. We'll deal with him later."
Frank listened carefully, his mind racing with plans.
He knew he had to act fast, before they realized he was still nearby.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
The underground hatch was behind him, and the sound of footfalls coming toward him.
Frank cursed under his breath, realizing he was about to be discovered.
He quickly ducked into a nearby room, hiding among the shadows.
The footsteps grew louder, closing in on Frank's location.
He held his breath, praying they wouldn't spot him.
The footsteps stopped right outside the room Frank hid in.
A low voice spoke, firm yet cautious.
"Did you check this room?"
"No..." He opened the door and The Punisher stood in the darkness.
Black Mask never saw it coming. Frank jumped on him so fast that he didn't have time to react. Jon Crane was badly injured and didn't move in immediately.
"Get off of him." Crane shouted. Then slipped on his mask.
Scarecrow dropped a Fear Toxin Bomb inside the tunnel. It acted quickly and Frank started having flashbacks to his time at war.
Frank visualizing them as the enemy soldiers started violently ripping them apart.
"I'll kill everyone of you sicko bastards." Frank shouted out loud.
Batgirl heard it as she approached the bloody scene of the killing.
Batgirl's eyes widened at the sight before her.
She spoke, her voice filled with shock and concern.
"Castle?!"
Batgirl's eyes widened at the sight before her.
She spoke, her voice filled with shock and concern.
"Castle?!"
"Batgirl...I had to do it." Frank said, and out of breath.
Batgirl's expression softened, understanding his intentions yet still concerned.
She spoke, her tone calm yet worried.
"You had to do what, Castle?"
"Kill these men. The enemy." Frank said, his tone firm and resolute.
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