Gotham City After Midnight: TheDarkseid of Gotham City #5
The Darkseid of Gotham City #5
The Punisher had his weapon on drawn on Darkseid. When Darkseid's eyes began to glow Frank unloaded on him. The bullets had no affect on on the lord of evil.
Darkseid barely even flinched as the bullets hit him. They were nothing more harmless than a mosquito bite.
He turned to look at the Punisher, his expression annoyed.
The Punisher growled in frustration, his jaw clenched tightly. The bullets had done nothing to Darkseid.
He knew then that they couldn't hurt him. Not with conventional weapons.
Darkseid chuckled again, his confidence returning.
"You humans are amusing." He said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You think your puny bullets can hurt me?"
The Bat-family was silent, their minds racing. How could they even hurt him?
Batman's mind was racing, he was trying to think of a way to defeat Darkseid.
But the sheer power radiating from the being was overwhelming.
Batman's expression remained stoic, his mind made up.
Darkseid abandoned his true form and he again became a cosmic entity. He still held Gotham City in his hands.
The Bat-family watched as Darkseid's form changed, his towering form returning to his usual cosmic form.
He was still just as powerful, if not more so. Gotham City was still in danger.
Batman gritted his teeth, his mind racing.
They needed to find a way to contain Darkseid, to stop him before he caused more damage.
The Bat-family was silent, their minds searching for a solution.
They needed to find a way to stop him. Gotham City's future relied on it.
But how could they stop him? Darkseid was infinitely more powerful than them. They were just humans trying to contain a god.
The weight of the situation was almost too much to bear.
He couldn't let Gotham City down.
He took a deep breath, his mind focusing on the task at hand.
There had to be something he could do.
The Bat-family was watching him, their expressions hopeful. They were counting on Batman to find a way.
Batman's expression remained stern, his mind still grasping for an answer.
There had to be a way. He was getting frustrated.
Red Hood was the person spoke up, his voice cautious. "Batman? Are you all right?"
Red Hood's expression was concerned. He could see the struggle in Batman's eyes.
The rest of the bat-family was watching quietly, their expressions worried.
Dick spoke up then, his voice cautious.
"Batman, are you sure you're okay?"
Batman's expression was strained, his mind still struggling.
The bat-family was getting more worried now. Batman wasn't acting like himself.
Dick took a step closer to Batman, his expression concerned. "Batman, what's going on? You're not acting like yourself."
Batman didn't reply, his eyes distant and unfocused.
Tim's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. "This isn't good. Something is seriously wrong with Batman."
The Bat-family exchanged worried glances, their expressions filled with concern.
"We need to figure out what's causing this." Barbara said, her voice firm.
They all looked to Batman, waiting for a response.
But Batman remained silent, his mind still lost in thought.
He could feel the darkness consuming his soul. Batman had never felt like this. His thoughts were dark and disturbing.
The Bat-family watched in concern as Batman continued to struggle.
"Batman...say something." Red Hood said, his tone worried.
But Batman didn't respond, his expression growing darker.
The rest of the Bat-family watched, their expressions growing more worried by the minute.
"Bruce...please." Tim pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.
Red Hood's expression was concerned. He could see the struggle in Batman's eyes.
The rest of the bat-family was watching quietly, their expressions worried.
Dick spoke up then, his voice cautious.
"Batman, are you sure you're okay?"
Batman's expression was strained, his mind still struggling.
"I...I don't know." He said quietly, his voice uneasy.
The Bat-family was getting more worried now. Batman wasn't acting like himself.
The Bat-family was becoming more worried.
Batman was still struggling to focus, his mind racing.
Suddenly, his expression changed. His eyes were wide and his face was pale.
2
There was something wrong with Batman, but the Bat-family had no idea what that was.
Alfred was waiting to take over once Batman was back at Wayne Manor.
The Bat-family was still worried about Batman. They could tell something was off, but they weren't sure what it was.
They watched as Alfred guided Batman inside Wayne Manor, supporting him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Batman entered the Wayne manor, his steps unsteady.
Alfred spoke in a quiet, concerned voice.
"Master Bruce, are you alright?" He asked, his eyes fixed on him.
Batman entered the Wayne manor, his steps unsteady.
Alfred spoke in a quiet, concerned voice.
"Master Bruce, are you alright?" He asked, his eyes fixed on him.
Alfred's expression was worried. He could hear the change in Bruce's voice.
He guided him to the couch, helping him sit down.
Batman sat down, his body still tense.
Alfred observed him closely, noticing the change in his behaviour.
"Master Bruce, can you tell me how you're feeling?" He asked, his voice gentle.
Bruce looked at Alfred, his expression troubled.
"Alfred, my mind is a mess." He said, his voice strained.
Alfred's expression was still worried, he could hear the pain in Bruce's voice.
"Can you describe what you're feeling?" He asked gently, his hand still on his shoulder.
Bruce thought for a moment, trying to find the right words.
"It's like my mind is racing, my thoughts are chaotic and jumbled." He said, his voice a mix of frustration and confusion.
Alfred nodded, his expression understanding.
He could see that Bruce was struggling.
"I see. And how long have you been feeling like this?" He asked, his voice gentle.
Bruce thought for a moment. "Since I fought Darkseid." He said, his voice hesitant.
Alfred could hear the uncertainty in Bruce's voice.
"You've been feeling like this since your fight with Darkseid?" He asked, his expression becoming more concerned.
Bruce nodded, his expression confirming it. "He hit me with his Omega Beams and I've been this way."
Alfred's expression was worried, he could see the effect it was having on Bruce.
"And it hasn't improved since then?" He asked, his concern growing.
Bruce shook his head, his expression pained.
"No, if anything, it's getting worse." He said, his voice strained.
"I see. Have you tried meditation?" He asked hopefully.
Bruce sighed, his expression weary.
"I've tried, but I can't focus on it." He said, his voice frustrated.
Alfred was concerned, he could see how bad this was effecting Bruce.
"Have you tried getting some rest, perhaps some sleep?" He asked, his voice gentle.
Bruce nodded, his expression a mix of exhaustion and agitation.
"I've tried, but I wake up feeling the same." He said, his voice tired.
Alfred's expression was sympathetic, he could see how difficult this was for Bruce.
"Have you told the Bat-family about this?" He asked gently.
Bruce shook his head, his expression a mix of weary and guilt.
"No, I haven't. I didn't want to worry them." He said, his voice quiet.
Alfred understood his hesitation.
"But they might be able to help, Master Bruce." He said gently.
Bruce sighed, his expression conflicted.
"I know, but I don't want to be a burden." He said, his voice quiet.
Alfred smiled fondly, his expression understanding.
"You're never a burden, Master Bruce." He said firmly, his hand on his shoulder.
Bruce looked up at Alfred, his expression weary.
He smiled weakly, appreciating his words.
Alfred nodded, his expression caring.
"You need rest, Master Bruce." He said gently.
Bruce sighed, his expression weary.
"I know, but my mind-"
Suddenly, he stopped mid-sentence and grabbed his head, wincing in pain.
Alfred's expression changed to concern.
"Master Bruce?" He asked urgently.
Bruce's expression was pained, his face screwed up in discomfort.
"My head..." He gasped, his hands still clutching his head.
Alfred was alarmed, he could see that something was wrong.
"Master Bruce, what's going on?" He asked urgently.
Bruce's face was pale now, sweat gathering on his brow.
"It feels like someone is trying to break free from my mind." He said, his words coming out through gritted teeth.
Alfred's concern grew, he had never seen Bruce like this.
"What do you mean?" He asked urgently, his voice filled with worry.
Bruce's expression was pain-stricken, his hands pressed tight against his head. He could feel the power of Darkseid within him. He didn't know exactly what it was.
Alfred's expression was alarmed, he had never seen Bruce this way.
"Another presence in your mind?" He asked urgently, his voice filled with concern.
Bruce's expression was pain-stricken, his hands still pressed tight against his head.
"Yes, it's like it's trying to take control of my mind." He said, his voice growing weak.
Alfred was even more alarmed now, he could tell this was serious.
"Take control?" He asked urgently, his mind racing with worry.
Bruce's expression was pain-stricken, his hands trembling.
"Yes, it's trying to take control of my thoughts, my actions. It's trying to overpower me." He said, his voice weakening.
Alfred was terrified now, he had to do something.
"Can you fight it off?" He asked urgently, his voice filled with concern.
Bruce's expression was pain-stricken, his body trembling.
"I'm trying, but it's so strong." He said, his voice becoming a whisper.
Alfred's expression was desperate now, he had to help Bruce.
"Is there anything I can do?" He asked urgently, his mind searching for a solution.
Bruce looked up at him, his eyes pleading.
"I don't know, it's too strong." He said quietly, his voice fading.
3
"Master Bruce, are you sure that you should be doing this?" Alfred's voice low and concerned.
Bruce was still struggling with the power of Darkseid, but he couldn't just sit by and do nothing.
He turned to Alfred, his expression determined.
"I have to, Alfred. Gotham needs me." He said gruffly, his voice filled with resolve.
Alfred's expression was concerned, but he understood.
"Be careful, Master Bruce." He said softly, his voice full of worry.
Bruce gave him a small nod.
"I will." He said firmly, his mind focused on the task at hand.
Bruce exited Wayne Manor and climbed onto his Bat Motorcycle.
Alfred watched him go, his expression filled with concern.
He could only hope that Bruce would be alright.
The streets of Gotham were dark and quiet. Bruce rode through the city on his Bat-Motorcycle, keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble.
The Question Mark Crew were in the process of breaking into a bank on Westmoreland Avenue. Batman had found them as they set up explosives to blow a hole the brick wall.
The Question Mark Crew were in the process of breaking into a bank on Westmoreland Avenue.
Batman had found them as they set up explosives to blow a hole the brick wall.
Batman watched from a nearby rooftop, his eyes fixed on the Question Mark Crew.
He could see that they were planning to break into the bank and he couldn't let that happen.
He quickly swung down from the rooftop, landing silently on the ground behind them.
The Question Mark Crew were taken by surprise, their eyes widening.
They turned around to see Batman standing there, his expression stern.
"You're outnumbered." One of the crew remarked, his voice cocky.
Batman didn't reply, but he could feel the Dark Force Energy flowing through his body.
"Do you want to try your luck?" He eventually spoke.
The Question Mark Crew exchanged looks, their expressions a mix of fear and arrogance.
"You're just one guy." One of them sneered, his voice full of bravado.
The Question Mark Crew exchanged looks, their expressions a mix of fear and arrogance.
"You're just one guy." One of them sneered, his voice full of bravado.
Batman ripped into the Crew members there before him. He went at them with the intent to stop them, and with deadly force.
This Dark Force Batman didn't have a no kill rule. In fact he wanted to kill them for merely trying him.
There was blood everywhere. One thug tried to knife Batman and he took the knife from the Crew member, and brutally murdered the other three. Then he killed the last one who'd pulled the blade to begin with.
The Question Mark Crew had never seen anything like this. Batman was relentless, his attacks furious.
He didn't hold back, going after them with a deadly intensity. The Crew fought back, but they were no match for Batman's skills and the power of Darkseid.
In a matter of minutes, the Question Mark Crew was lying on the ground, injured or worse.
Batman was breathing heavily, his body still buzzing with the Dark Force Energy.
He looked at the fallen Crew members, his expression emotionless.
They were all hurt, some moaning in pain.
He couldn't worry about the Crew now. He still had a job to do.
He climbed onto his Bat-Motorcycle and sped off into the night, heading towards the City Hall.
Batman arrived at City Hall, his mind focused on stopping the Riddler. He knew that the Riddler must be here, planning his next move.
He parked his Bat-Motorcycle and hopped off, making his way towards the entrance.
The building was eerily quiet, the only sound coming from Batman's footsteps.
He pushed open the front doors and entered the building, his eyes scanning the area.
The hallway was dimly lit, the lights flickering ominously.
Batman walked through the hallway, his footsteps echoing loudly in the otherwise silent building.
He reached a set of double doors, and pushed them open.
The room was dark and empty, the only light coming from the glow of a nearby desktop.
Batman approached the desk, his boots echoing loudly in the silence.
As he neared the desk, he noticed something sitting atop the keyboard.
The Punisher had tracked the Question Mark Crew and Edward Nygma to the City Hall. They were trying to manipulate paperwork.
Batman was behind them. The Punisher had put them on the run. They knew that he would kill them. The Crew members and Riddler, ran for their lives.
The Question Mark Crew ran out the door and down the hall, with Batman right behind them.
They could hear Batman's footsteps getting closer, his boots echoing loudly.
They quickened their pace, desperate to escape.
Batman was gaining on them, his speed and agility unmatched.
He was right behind them now, close enough to reach out and touch them.
The Crew members were scared, their expressions filled with terror.
They ran through the building, trying to lose Batman.
But he was right on their heels, he wasn't going to let them escape.
They turned a corner, hoping to lose him.
Batgirl had been patrolling the city when she saw Batman chasing Nygma's gang members.
Batgirl watched from a rooftop as Batman chased after Nygma's gang.
She could see the look of determination on his face, and the intensity in his movements.
She realized that he was not holding back.
She decided to follow them, to see where they were going and what they were up to.
She quietly followed them, keeping a safe distance.
She could see the anger and violence in his movements, and it worried her.
She knew she had to stop him before he went too far.
Batgirl watched as Batman continued attacking Nygma's gang.
She could see the anger and violence in his movements, and it worried her.
She knew she had to stop him before he went too far.
Batgirl's heart pounded as she watched Batman attack and kill Nygma's gang. It wasn't like him to kill, especially like this.
She made her decision. She had to stop him he'd went too far.
He was killing people in cold blood. They were criminals, but Batman didn't kill. This wasn't the man who had taught her everything she knew. This Batman was right there with those he was against.
"Batman..." She shouted at him.
Batman stopped in his tracks, his shoulders tensing.
He turned slowly to face Batgirl, his expression unreadable.
She took a step towards him, her eyes fixed on his.
"What are you doing, Batman?" Her voice filled with concern.
Batman's expression was stoic, his eyes fixed on Batgirl.
"I'm doing what needs to be done." He said gruffly, his voice emotionless.
Batgirl's eyes were wide, her face filled with disbelief.
"No...this isn't you." She pleaded, her voice desperate.
Batman didn't respond, he just stared at her silently.
Batgirl was trying to get through to him, to reach the man behind the mask.
But he was shutting her out.
She took a step towards him, her hand reaching out.
"Please, Batman. You're not like this." She pleaded, her voice cracking.
Batman's expression softened for a moment, his eyes flickering with emotion.
He looked at her, the plea in her voice getting to him.
But then he hardened his expression again, the emotionless Batman returning.
"I have to do this, Batgirl." He said firmly, his voice cold.
Batgirl's hand fell to her side, her expression filled with sadness.
"No. You don't." She said softly, her voice full of desperation.
"Nobody can stop me." Batman shouted. "I'm Batman."
Batgirl's expression pleaded with him, her voice breaking.
"Batman...please." She begged, tears pooling in her eyes.
He took a step towards her, his expression dark.
"You have no say in this." He said firmly, his voice cold and detached.
Batgirl recoiled at his words, her heart breaking.
She couldn't reach him, he was too deep in the Dark Force Energy.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice trembling.
"This isn't you, Batman." She pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Batman didn't respond, he just stood there silently.
The tension was thick between them, the air felt heavy.
Batgirl took another step towards him, her heart full of pain.
"Please, Batman." She pleaded, her voice cracking.
Batman just shook his head, his expression cold and distant, the Dark Force Energy still holding him in its grip.
Batgirl's tears fell freely now, her heart heavy with sadness and desperation.
She could see the conflict in Batman's eyes, the struggle between the Batman she knew and this new version of him.
"Batman, please." She pleaded again, her voice cracking.
Batman's expression remained emotionless, his eyes fixed on her.
The Dark Force Energy within him was still trying to take control. Batman was having trouble holding it back.
4
"Oh my God... Master Bruce. What happened to you? You're covered in blood."
Batman didn't respond, his expression still distant and emotionless.
Alfred could see the change in him, the way he was carrying himself.
He approached him hesitantly, his concern evident.
"Master Bruce." He said softly, his voice full of worry. "Are you alright?"
Batman didn't reply, his expression still cold and detached.
Alfred could see the distance in his eyes.
He placed a hand on Batman's shoulder, looking at him closely.
Batman finally spoke, his voice emotionless.
"I did what had to be done."
Alfred was taken aback by this response. This wasn't the Bruce he knew.
He looked at Batman closely, trying to get through to him.
"This isn't like you." He said softly, his voice troubled.
Batman just stared back at him, his expression detached.
Alfred's expression was full of worry, his mind racing.
This wasn't the Bruce he knew, the one who always upheld justice.
"Bruce.. please tell me what's happening." He pleaded, his voice soft and earnest.
Batman's expression was still emotionless, his mind distant.
Alfred could see the struggle within him, the internal battle.
He reached out, taking hold of Batman's arm.
"Bruce, please talk to me." He pleaded again.
Batman's expression softened for a moment, his eyes flickering with emotion.
But then he pulled away, his expression hardening again.
"I don't need to explain myself." He said gruffly, his voice cold.
Alfred was hurt by his words, his heart heavy with concern.
"Bruce..this isn't like you." He said softly, his voice full of care.
Alfred was trying to get through to him, trying to reach the Batman he knew.
"You've always stood for justice." He pleaded, his heart hurting. "This isn't you."
Batman was silent for a long moment, his expression conflicted.
His dark energy was still present, but there was a battle going on within him.
Batman finally spoke, his voice a little softer than before.
"I'm doing what needs to be done." He said, his voice holding a hint of uncertainty.
Alfred saw the conflicted expression on Batman's face, and pounced on it.
"No," he said firmly, his voice full of conviction. "This isn't what needs to be done. This isn't you."
Batman stared at him, the wheels turning in his mind.
The Dark Force Energy still held strong, but there was a flicker of hesitation in Batman's eyes.
Alfred pressed on, his voice firm.
"You've always fought for justice, for the defenseless." He said, his eyes locked on Batman's. "This isn't what you stand for."
Batman's expression was conflicted, his eyes flickering with emotion.
The Dark Force Energy was still there, but the Bat's influence was growing.
Alfred pressed on, his voice strong.
"You've always fought for the innocent." He said, his voice full of conviction. "You're not a killer."
Bruce knew that Alfred was right, but he Dark Force Energy wouldn't let him get to that conclusion. It would not let him see the wrong in his actions.
"I'm not a killer...but sometimes I can be." Batman said firmly.
He knew this wasn't his Bruce talking.
"No, Bruce." He said adamantly, his voice full of conviction. "That's not you! That's never been you!"
"It's the will of Darkseid, the desire of Darkseid. They failed him, and now he wants them dead." Batman said.
Alfred was taken aback by these words, his expression shocked.
The Dark Force Energy was still holding on.
He took a step towards Batman, his voice firm.
"No, Bruce. This is not what you want." He pleaded, his voice urgent.
Batman's expression was conflicted, his mind spinning.
He knew that what Alfred was saying was right, but the Dark Force Energy was still there, still holding on to him.
Alfred pressed on, his voice strong.
"You're better than this." He said firmly, his eyes on Batman's. "You're better than this."
The conflict within Batman was still there, his mind torn between the Dark Force Energy and the voice of Alfred.
But Alfred refused to give up, his voice even more determined.
"You are not a killer." He said firmly, his voice confident. "You are not this person."
Batman was silent for a long moment, his expression still conflicted.
The Dark Force Energy was weaker now, still there but not as strong.
Alfred's words were getting to him, reaching a part of him that was still there.
He looked at Alfred, his expression a mix of pain and confusion.
This was still not entirely himself. The Dark Force Energy held on, but his rational mind was starting to fight back.
"Bruce, you have to fight this." He pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.
Batman's expression was still conflicted, his mind wavering.
The Dark Force Energy was still there, but the Bat's influence was growing.
Alfred took a step towards him, his eyes fixed on his.
"You're stronger than this, Bruce." He said firmly, his voice filled with conviction.
.Batman's expression was still conflicted, but his mind was slowly becoming more clear, his thoughts becoming more coherent.
The Dark Force Energy was fading, the Bat's influence taking over.
Alfred stepped closer to him, his voice filled with hope.
"You can beat this." He said firmly, his eyes locked on Batman's.
Batman still felt the Dark Force Energy coursing through him, but it was no longer dominating his mind.
Alfred's words were getting through to him, reaching the part of him that was still there.
Batman's expression was still conflicted, but he was beginning to see the truth.
Alfred reached out, his hand taking hold of Batman's arm.
"You're not a killer. This isn't you." He said, his voice full of conviction.
Batman's expression was still conflicted, but he was beginning to understand.
The Dark Force Energy was still there, but it was fading.
Batman looked back at Alfred his expression becoming more clear.
Alfred smiled softly, his eyes full of hope.
"You're strong, Bruce." He said softly. "You can fight this."
Batman was still wrestling with the Dark Force Energy, but he could feel himself becoming stronger.
His mind was becoming more and more clear.
He took a deep breath, his expression becoming more determined.
Alfred smiled at him, his hand still on his arm.
"I know you can do this." He said firmly, his voice full of belief.
Bruce could hear him, but he wasn't so sure. "It felt so good to please Darkseid."
Alfred's expression was full of concern, but he didn't waver.
"But it's not who you are." He said firmly, his voice filling with conviction.
Batman was still conflicted, the Dark Force Energy still present.
"You're not a killer, Bruce." He said softly, his eyes fixed on him.
Batman could feel the truth in Alfred's words, but the Dark Force Energy was still there, holding on.
Alfred could see the confliction in Batman's expression, his heart aching.
"You have to fight this, Bruce." He pleaded, his voice full of emotion.
Batman was trying, he could feel himself becoming stronger. The Dark Force Energy was no longer controlling him.
His thoughts were becoming clearer, his mind becoming more focused.
He took a slow, deep breath, his expression becoming more determined.
Alfred could see the change in Batman, he was still there.
"You can do this, Bruce." He said softly, his hand still on his arm.
Batman could feel the Bat's influence growing, the Dark Force Energy fading. He took another sharp breath trying to clear his mind of the evil thoughts.
His mind was clearing, his thoughts becoming more coherent.
Alfred smiled softly, his eyes fixed on him.
"I believe in you, Bruce." He said softly.
Bruce could see the sincerity in the old man's eyes, it helped him see the truth.
His mind was almost clear now, the Dark Force Energy almost fading.
"Thank you." He said quietly, his voice hoarse.
Alfred smiled back at him, his eyes still filled with concern.
"You're welcome." He said softly, his voice full of relief.
Batman could feel himself regaining control, the Dark Force Energy almost gone.
Alfred could see the difference in Batman, he was himself again.
Batman took a deep breath, his mind almost fully clear.
The Dark Force Energy was still there, but it was no longer controlling him.
His expression was more determined, his mind more focused.
Alfred couldn't help but smile, he was glad to have his Bruce back.
"You fought it off." He said softly, his hand still on his arm.
Batman shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe for the time being, perhaps I have."
Alfred's expression was concerned but he didn't waver.
"You don't think it's over do you?" He said, his voice gentle.
Batman was silent for a moment, his mind still trying to process everything.
"No." He said firmly. "It's not over."
5
"That unfaithful bitch and that punk ass Jason."
Nightwing was patrolling, but not for criminals, but for Jason Todd. He was determined to find him. His anger overflowing and his rage coming to the forefront.
Batman sighed, his attention shifting from his own conflict to the issues of others.
He knew that Nightwing was out looking for Jason, and he couldn't blame him. The news of Jason and Barbara had been a shock to everyone.
Batman spoke, his voice firm.
"Nightwing." He said, his voice catching Nightwing's attention.
Nightwing turned to look at Batman, his expression full of anger and frustration.
"What?" He snapped, his voice filled with rage.
Batman could see the anger in Nightngong's expression, but he didn't waver.
"This isn't like you." He said, his voice firm.
Nightwing's expression was defiant, his mind still clouded with anger.
"You don't understand." He said, his voice still angry.
Batman stayed firm.
"I do understand." He said softly, his voice patient.
Nightwing's anger softened a little, his expression conflicted.
"You do?" He asked, his voice less angry now.
Batman nodded, his expression understanding.
"I understand your anger and pain." He said softly, his voice gentle. "But you have to keep your cool."
Nightwing let out a frustrated sigh, his anger fading.
He knew Batman was right, but it was hard to keep his cool.
"I just want to find him." He said, his voice calmer now.
Batman nodded, his expression understanding.
"I know you do." He said gently. "But you can't let anger control you."
Nightwing took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
That was easier said than done. Red Hood had done him wrong, and Dick Grayson intended on punishing him for that.
Batman could see the conflict in NightWing's expression.
He knew that it was difficult, but he couldn't let him act recklessly.
"You need to think things through." He said softly.
Nightwing's thoughts were on vengeance and revenge. Punishing Jason for screwing him over.
Batman could see the thoughts in NightWing's mind, the desire for revenge.
He knew that he had to try and talk some sense into him.
"This isn't the way, Dick." He said firmly. "Vengeance won't solve anything."
The Darkseid took over Batman, and he changed his tune. "Maybe you should find him. Find Red Hood and kill him. Show them nobody is superior to you."
Nightwing's eyes widened at these words.
He hadn't expected Batman to say that.
His expression was torn, his mind conflicted.
"What?" He asked, his voice confused.
"Don't you want to kill him, Nightwing?" Batman inquired.
Nightwing's expression was still conflicted, his thoughts on revenge still present.
He looked at Batman, his mind racing.
"I do." He admitted, his voice a mix of anger and pain.
Nightwing took a deep breath, his expression still conflicted.
He saw that Batman understood his pain, his desire for revenge.
"You know I do." He said, his voice full of emotion.
Batman was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on him.
"I do." He said softly, his voice understanding. "Embrace the Dark Force Energy."
Nightwing was taken aback by these words, his expression shocked.
Was Batman really telling him this? To use the Dark Force Energy to kill?
Batman's expression was serious, his voice firm.
"Yes. Use it to your advantage." He said gruffly.
Nightwing was conflicted, his mind torn.
He had always tried to stay on the side of justice, to do the right thing.
Batman's words were so tempting, his anger and pain so overwhelming.
Nightwing was at a loss for words, his expression torn.
However, on the other hand, he wanted revenge, wanted to make him pay for what he had done.
Batman's words were so tempting, so hard to ignore.
Nightwing received the message, his expression quickly changing to one of concern.
He immediately put his pursuit of Jason on hold, focusing on Batman.
The Bat-family was alarmed by the message.
They knew something was up. They had to go and check on Batman.
Nightwing quickly made his way back over to Batman. "Let me help you back to the Batcave."
The Bat-family was also on their way, their concern evident.
They all hurried back to Wayne Manor, worried about their Dark Knight.
The other looked at Batman, their expression concerned.
"Batman...are you alright?" Robin asked, his voice filled with worry.
Batman was silent for a moment, his expression still conflicted.
He could feel the Dark Force Energy still lingering within him, but the Bat's influence was stronger now.
"I'm fine." He said gruffly, his voice hoarse.
The Bat-family could see that he wasn't entirely himself.
Outside of Wayne Manor Dick and Jason were in each other's face. "I was wrong, Grayson...it was a horrible mistake." Red Hood said.
Nightwing's expression was hard, his anger still present.
"A horrible mistake?" He asked, his voice bitter. "You slept with my fiancée!"
Red Hood's expression was remorseful, his voice filled with regret.
"I know, Nightwing... and I'm sorry. I was stupid, and I messed up big time." He pleaded, his voice sincere.
Nightwing's expression was still angry, his mind on revenge.
Red Hood's expression was sad, his eyes filled with tears.
"No, I know it won't." He said softly, his voice full of remorse.
Nightwing could see the regret in his eyes, but it wasn't enough to absolve him of what he had done.
Nightwing's expression was still angry, his mind still on revenge.
"You broke my trust." He snapped, his voice filled with pain.
Red Hood's expression was sad, his eyes filling with tears.
"I know...and I'm sorry." He said softly, his voice full of remorse.
Batman moved silently in on the two fighting vigilantes. All at once he was upon them.
"If the two of you want to fight, you can fight me." Batman raised his voice.
Both Red Hood and Nightwing were taken aback by Batman's sudden presence.
They both turned to look at him, their expressions full of surprise.
"Batman?!" They said simultaneously, their voices filled with disbelief.
Batman stepped between them, his expression firm.
The two vigilantes were stunned into silence, their anger halted.
Batman's expression was stern, his eyes fixed on them.
"This petty feud ends now." He said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Redhood and Nightwing quickly shut their mouths. They knew better than to argue with Batman when he used that tone.
Batman's expression was still stern, his eyes fixed on them.
"You will put aside your differences and work together." He said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Redhood and Nightwing exchanged a look of surprise, their expressions caught off guard.
They had not expected Batman to say that.
"Work together?" Redhood asked, his expression incredulous.
Nightwing's expression was equally surprised, his mind trying to process this information.
Batman's expression was still stern, his eyes fixed on them.
"Yes. You will work together as a team." He said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.
The two vigilantes were silent for a moment, their minds still trying to process this unexpected command.
"A....team?" Redhood said, his voice unsure.
Nightwing was just as surprised, his expression still in disbelief.
Batman's expression was still firm, his eyes steady on them.
"Yes, a team." He repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument. "You will work together as a unit."
Redhood and Nightwing exchanged a look, their expressions filled with surprise.
This was not what they expected.
"Wait a minute." Redhood said, his voice still skeptical.
Nightwing quickly spoke up, his mind racing.
"Are you saying that we're going to be partners now?" He asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
Batman's expression was firm, his eyes still fixed on them.
Redhood and Nightwing were stunned into silence.
They couldn't believe what they were hearing.
They had expected Batman to chastise them for their fighting, not put them on a team.
Redhood and Nightwing exchanged a look of disbelief, their minds struggling to process this development.
"I'm not teaming up with him." Nightwing said. "You said that you understood, Batman, but maybe you don't."
Batman's expression was stern, his eyes still fixed on him.
"I do understand, Nightwing." He said gruffly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "But this is not up for discussion."
Redhood and Nightwing were still astonished, their eyes wide.
"Then I quit." Nightwing's expression was serious.
Batman's expression was still stern, his eyes fixed on him.
"You can't quit." He said, his voice gruff.
Redhood and Nightwing exchanged a look of surprise, their eyes wide.
This was unexpected.
"No...If this is how you want it...I'm out. Done with this crap." Dick Grayson said. His voice firm and authoritative.
Batman's expression was still serious, his eyes still on him.
He could see the seriousness in Nightwing's expression, and he knew that he was not joking.
"If that's what you want." He said gruffly, his voice a little softer.
Nightwing was taken aback by Batman's response.
He had expected him to try and convince him to stay, to plead with him. But instead, Batman seemed resigned to his decision.
Redhood was also surprised, his eyes watching the exchange silently.
Batman's expression was still stern, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
He knew that Nightwing was not going to change his mind, and he couldn't blame him.
He could see the determination in his eyes, and he knew that he would have to respect it.
"I'll arrange a meeting between you and Alfred tomorrow." He said gruffly, his voice a little softer.
He looked at Red Hood with a cold stare. "I'll be seeing you around."
Redhood nodded his head, his expression serious.
He had not expected this turn of events, but he knew that he would have to deal with it.
Nightwing could feel the emotion in Batman's eyes, but he also knew that he had to do what was right for him.
Then with the quickness Nightwing was gone. Off into the haunted streets of Gotham.
Batman wondering if he would be alright. "Well team, Grayson wants out." Batman told the others.
Frank hated to hear they were a man down. "I'll be here as long as you need me." Frank said.
The group sighed in resignation, all of them still reeling from the shocking turn of events.
Batman was silent for a moment, his mind still on Nightwing.
"Thank you, Frank." He said gruffly, his voice heavy with determination. "Your support means a lot."
Frank nodded his head, his expression determined.
Batman's expression was still sombre, his mind still on Nightwing.
The group was shocked into silence, their expressions full of disbelief.
They had not expected this, especially not in front of Batman.
Batman's expression was stern, but there was a hint of a smirk on his face. He couldn't help but be a little amused by this turn of events.
He knew that he would miss the young man, but he also knew that he had to do what was best for him.
Batgirl looked at the group defiantly, her expression challenging.
Redhood was still in shock, his eyes wide.
He couldn't believe that Batgirl had just kissed him in front of everyone.
The group was stunned into silence, their jaws hanging open.
They couldn't believe what they had just seen.
Batman couldn't help but smirk at the expression on Red Hood's face.
Batgirl continued to stand defiantly, her eyes fixed on the group.
She knew that she had caused quite a stir with her gesture, but she didn't care.
Redhood finally managed to find his words, his expression still stunned.
"You...you just kissed me!" He blurted out, his voice a little higher than normal.
"Well it's out there now... we've done more than that." Batgirl answered quick.
The group was still in shock, their jaws still hanging open.
They could not believe what they were hearing.
Redhood's expression was even more stunned, if that was possible.
He couldn't believe that Batgirl had just revealed their secret relationship.
Batman's smirk widened, his expression filled with amusement.
The rest of the group was still trying to process this new information, their minds racing.
Batgirl could see the reaction of the group, and she couldn't resist a smirk of her own.
She knew that she had just dropped a bombshell, and she was enjoying the chaos.
Batgirl smirked again, her expression mischievous.
She couldn't resist teasing him.
"Where's the fun in that?" She said with a shrug, her voice dripping with sass.
Red hood sighed, his expression a mix of disbelief and annoyance.
He knew that Batgirl could be a handful, but this was ridiculous.
Batman's smirk widened even further, his voice filled with amusement. "Well, this certainly complicates things."
Batgirl raised an eyebrow, her expression still filled with sass.
"Oh, don't pretend you didn't already know." She said with a smirk, her voice challenging.
Red Hood's expression was still filled with disbelief, but he had to admit that she had a point.
"Alright, fine. Maybe I did." Jason admitted, his voice a little defensive.
Batgirl responded to his kiss, her expression filled with passion.
The rest of the group watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide.
Batman's smirk faded into a small smile, his expression filled with fondness.
6
He eventually stopped at a park, sitting down on a nearby bench.
His mind was still racing, his thoughts filled with anger and confusion.
He sat there for a while, his mind still trying to process everything that had happened.
He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind.
He knew that he needed to think clearly, to make a decision about what he was going to do next.
But he was so consumed by anger and confusion, it was difficult for him to focus.
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the negative thoughts that were running through his mind.
He knew that he had to calm down, to think clearly.
But his mind was still racing, his thoughts still jumbled.
Nightwing's eyes snapped open, his body tensing at the sound of Bane's voice.
He turned to face him, his expression wary.
"What do you want?" He asked, his voice gruff.
"I want to talk." He said simply, his voice nonchalant.
Nightwing's expression was still cautious, his mind racing.
What did Bane want to talk about? Was he here to pick a fight?
"What's there to talk about?" He asked, his voice defensive.
Nightwing's expression was still guarded, but he was curious.
He had never heard Bane talk like this before.
"Yeah, I guess." He said gruffly, his voice still wary.
Bane took a seat next to him on the bench, his expression thoughtful.
"I suppose we're similar in that way, you and I." He said, his voice almost contemplative.
Nightwing's expression was still wary, his mind still trying to figure out why Bane was being so friendly.
He couldn't help but be skeptical.
"How do you figure that?" He asked, his voice still gruff.
Bane leaned back on the bench, his expression thoughtful.
"Well, we both have a lot of anger inside of us." He said simply, his voice matter-of-fact.
Nightwing was taken aback by Bane's words.
He couldn't deny that they were similar in that way, but he didn't expect Bane to be so blunt about it.
"I guess so." He said begrudgingly, his voice still guarded.
Bane nodded, his expression still thoughtful.
"And we both let that anger control us." He added, his voice firm.
Nightwing's expression was still skeptical, but he couldn't deny the truth in Bane's words.
He had let his anger control him more times than he cared to admit.
Bane leaned back on the bench, his eyes fixed on Nightwing.
"You know what the difference between us is?" He asked, his voice quiet.
Nightwing's expression was still guarded, but he was curious.
He had no idea what Bane was going to say.
"What?" He asked, his voice gruff.
Bane turned towards him, his expression serious.
"I embrace my anger. You run from it." He said simply, his voice certain.
Nightwing's expression was surprised, his mind racing.
Bane's words were resonating with him, as much as he didn't want to admit it.
"And what makes you so sure of that?" He asked, his voice defensive.
Bane shrugged, his expression nonchalant.
"It's obvious, isn't it? You're constantly trying to control your anger. To keep it hidden away." He said simply, his voice matter-of-fact.
Nightwing's expression was conflicted, his mind wrestling with Bane's words.
He couldn't deny that he had been struggling with his anger lately.
But he didn't like the fact that Bane could see it so clearly.
Bane continued to look at Nightwing, his eyes fixed on him.
"You're afraid of your anger. You don't like the person you become when you give in to it." He said, his voice firm.
Nightwing's expression was still conflicted, his mind still in turmoil.
Bane's words were hitting too close to home. He didn't know how to respond.
Bane leaned back on the bench again, his expression still calm.
"But me? I embrace my anger. I let it flow through me, consume me." He said firmly, his voice filled with pride.
Bane's words were so different from what he had been trying to do, but somehow they still made sense.
He couldn't help but feel drawn to Bane's way of thinking, even if he knew it was wrong.
Bane continued to look at Nightwing, his expression stern.
"You spend so much time trying to control your anger, to keep it locked away. But what do you think will happen when you stop fighting it?" He asked, his voice deep.
Nightwing was silent for a moment, his mind racing.
He knew that Bane was right. He had been fighting his anger for so long that he had forgotten what it felt like to let go.
But the thought of letting go of his anger, of embracing it, scared him.
Bane's expression softenedslightly, his voice becoming more understanding.
"It's hard, isn't it? To let go." He said gently, his voice softer than before.
Nightwing's expression was still conflicted, his eyes fixed on Bane.
He couldn't believe that he was actually agreeing with Bane, but there was something about his words that were making sense to him.
"People don't see the conflict within others. They run from the darkness. By the time I saw the light I was a grown man. I only know the darkness where anger dwells. Where it's manifested." Bane growled, in a low voice.
Nightwing's expression was still conflicted, but he was beginning to understand.
Bane's words were hitting home.
He knew what it was like to struggle with anger, to feel consumed by the darkness within.
"I was just a boy... you see. They did this to me. I was angry then, and I still am today. I channel the aggression inside me. I use it for the advantages that it provides." Bane laughed, as he explained.
Nightwing's expression was a mixture of understanding and sadness.
He knew that Bane had been through a lot, and that his anger was justified.
He had been down a similar path, and he knew how hard it was to come back from that darkness.
He could see why Bane embraced his anger, why he found strength in it.
Bane's expression was still calm, his eyes still fixed on Nightwing.
He could see the conflict in Nightwing's expression, the internal struggle between accepting his anger and fighting it.
He knew exactly what Nightwing was feeling, and he wanted to help him.
Bane leaned closer to Nightwing, his voice dropping lower.
"You don't have to fight it, you know." He said softly, his voice almost soothing.
Nightwing's expression was still conflicted, but he was beginning to listen.
"Your anger can be your guiding light. Your beacon of strength, and it can keep you going when you want to give up. You control it, and don't let it control you." Bane explained.
His words made sense, and they resonated with Nightwing's own experiences.
He had felt the strength that anger could bring, the way it could fuel you to keep going even when it felt like you had nothing left.
But he had also felt the destruction that anger could cause, the way it could consume you until there was nothing left.
He knew the danger of letting his anger take over, but he also knew the power it could give him.
Bane could see the conflict in Nightwing's expression, the war between accepting and rejecting his anger.
He knew that it was a difficult choice, but he also knew that Nightwing had the potential to become even more powerful than he was.
He reached out a hand, putting it on Nightwing's shoulder.
"You don't have to run from your anger. You can use it to your advantage." He said softly, his voice filled with understanding.
Nightwing's expression was still conflicted, but he could feel the strength in Bane's words.
He knew that Bane was right, that his anger could be a powerful tool if he learned to use it properly.
"I think you are ready to do maximum damage now, Nightwing." Bane said.
Nightwing looked at Bane and shook his head. "I'll make sure they pay for the hurting I've endured."
Bane didn't know Nightwing's situation and he wasn't going to ask either. He simply saw a man who needed to hear what he had to say. Whether he used the advice against or for Batman was outside of the point.
Nightwing nodded, his expression still conflicted but also filled with determination.
Bane could see the fire burning in his eyes, the anger flaring up inside of him.
Bane smiled, his expression almost smug.
"You're going to do something about it, aren't you." He said gruffly, his voice almost goading.
Bane's smile widened, his expression almost proud.
He had seen the change in Nightwing, the way the anger was fueling him now.
He knew that Nightwing was ready to face whatever challenges came his way.
"You're going to be a force to be reckoned with now." Bane said gruffly, his voice filled with pride.
Nightwing could feel the strength surging through him, his anger fueling him.
He was ready to take on the world, to show everyone that he was not to be messed with.
Bane's expression was still proud, his eyes fixed on Nightwing.
He could see the anger building inside of him, the power growing with each passing moment.
He knew that Nightwing was going to make some major changes, and he couldn't wait to see the consequences.
Nightwing stood up from the bench, his expression still filled with determination.
"Thank you." He said gruffly, his voice strong.
Bane nodded his head, his expression still smug.
"You're welcome." He replied, his voice gruff and firm.
7
He had assessed his opponent and he knew Jason Todd would kill a man. Red Hood had killed before. Nightwing knew it could be a deadly battle.
Just as Bane had told him. Nightwing's anger was leading the way. If he had to kill Red Hood, he'd just kill him. He didn't seem to care about what he'd done to his.
Nightwing took a spot in the Narrows, and knew Jason came through there.
It wasn't long before he heard the revving of a bike. Nightwing could see that it wasn't any bike, but Red Hood.
He was alone, which would work in Nightwing's favor.
Nightwing was determined to make him pay for what he had done, and he was ready for the fight of his life.
He watched as Red Hood pulled up to a stop, his bike coming to a halt in front of him.
Red hood didn't see him, but he felt him.
"Who is there?" He asked gruffly, his voice menacing. Nightwing stepped from the shadows, his expression cold and angry.
"Me." He said simply.
Red Hood knew that voice was Nightwing, and he knew what that meant. "So...this is what you want, huh?"
His mind racing. Should he kill Grayson or fight him straight up? His hand resting on his weapon as he debated.
Red Hood's hand was on his gun, ready to draw it at a moment's notice.
He knew that Nightwing was serious, and he wasn't going to take any chances.
Nightwing was ready for him, his expression intense.
"You know it." He said firmly, his voice filled with anger.
Jason turned around and fired his weapon on Nightwing, but suspecting that move, Nightwing was gone. If Nightwing intended to survive he'd have to stay one step ahead of Red Hood.
Nightwing stayed hidden, his mind focused on staying one step ahead.
He knew that Red Hood would be looking for him, so he had to stay out of sight.
He could see Red Hood looking around, trying to find him.
Red Hood's expression was still determined, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of Nightwing.
He knew that Nightwing was nearby, he just had to find him.
Nightwing was watching him, his mind racing as he tried to stay hidden.
When Jason got into range Nightwing fueled by rage jump kicked him. Missing his chin and catching his shoulder.
Red Hood stumbled back and Nightwing attacked the weapon in his hand. Trying to get the gun away from him. Jason was smooth and he wasn't so easily disarmed.
"You want to go hand to hand?" Red Hood said, firmly. "I'll fight you straight up." He tossed the gun beside his bike.
Nightwing was surprised by his gesture, but he knew better than to think he was actually going to fight him fair and square.
He was still angry, but also a little impressed by his bravado.
"Fine." He said gruffly, his voice low.
Red hood could see the anger in Nightwing's eyes, and it only fueled his own adrenaline.
He was ready for a fight, and he wasn't going to hold back.
Nightwing was ready too, his fists clenched and his mind focused.
Jason was jabbing and boxing. Staying behind his guard and moving forward on Nightwing.
Grayson was well schooled by Batman in martial arts, and he started picking Red Hood off. Kicking as he set the distance between them.
He continued to move forward, trying to push through Nightwing's kicks.
Nightwing was nimble and agile, using his knowledge of martial arts to his advantage.
Nightwing was in his zone, his mind focused completely on the fight.
He was dodging and weaving, blocking and landing blows with ease.
Red hood was getting frustrated, his attacks getting more desperate.
Bane was still watching, his expression still and silent. He was impressed by Nightwing's skill, and he was enjoying the fight.
When Frank arrived Nightwing was punishing Jason Todd. He saw Red Hood on the ground and Grayson with his hand on his throat. Pinning him down and trying to choke him out.
Frank stepped up, seeing the situation for what it was. He knew that he had to intervene, and quickly.
"Hey!" He called out, his voice loud and firm. "Break it up, you two!"
Nightwing was surprised to hear a voice interrupting their fight, and his eyes shifted to Frank.
His hand was still on Red hood's neck, but he wasn't squeezing any more.
Red Hood was breathing heavily, his expression filled with anger.
Frank stepped closer, his eyes fixed on the two of them.
"I said break it up." He repeated, his tone stern.
Frank raised an eyebrow at his response.
"Oh, you don't?" He asked, his voice sceptical.
"No, I don't." Nightwing said, his voice firm.
His hand was still gripping Red Hood's throat, but he wasn't choking him anymore.
Frank quickly dodged Nightwing's swing, his reflexes sharp.
He was prepared for a fight, and he wasn't going to back down.
"I'm not your buddy." He retorted, his voice firm.
Nightwing smirked, his expression confident.
"You know it." He replied, his voice cocky.
Frank was still watching him closely, his eyes fixed on Nightwing's movements.
Frank knew that he had to keep his distance if he wanted to have a chance against him.
He didn't want to get too close and risk getting taken out.
He watched as Nightwing moved, his body poised and ready to move at any moment.
Nightwing was circling him, his expression focused.
Frank was on the defensive, keeping his distance and watching him closely.
Bane watched...he couldn't believe how Nightwing was controlling Punisher. He thought...the guy can really fight. Surprised by the skill set Nightwing possessed.
Nightwing was caught off guard by the tazer, his body convulsing from the electricity.
He fell to the ground, his mind dizzy from the shock.
The Punisher was standing over him, his expression victorious.
Bane was still watching, his expression still and silent. He was impressed by the Punisher's tactics, but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that the fight was over so soon.
Frank watched as Nightwing lay on the ground, his body still convulsing from the shock.
He was satisfied that he had managed to take him out so easily, but he knew that it wasn't over yet.
Bane was still watching from the shadows, his eyes fixed on the scene. He was impressed by the way the Punisher had handled the fight, but he was still curious to see what would happen next.
Frank turned his attention back to Nightwing, watching as he slowly started to get back up.
"That was a nice try, kid." He said gruffly.
Nightwing was still trying to regain his bearings, his mind still fuzzy from the shock.
Bane was watching from the shadows, his expression still and silent. He was impressed by Nightwing's tenacity, but he knew that he had taken a lot of damage.
Nightwing was still a little disoriented from the tazer, but he was starting to regain his wits.
He tried to stand up, but his legs were weak.
Frank was still standing over him, his expression firm.
"You're not going anywhere." He said gruffly.
Bane was still watching from the shadows. He was impressed by the way the Punisher washandling the situation, but he couldn't help but feel a little concerned about Nightwing's condition.
Nightwing was still struggling to get up, his body still shaky.
He knew that he was in a vulnerable position, but he wasn't going to give up.
"You're not going to keep me here." He said defiantly.
Frank was amused by his tenacity.
"Oh yeah?" He asked, his voice challenging.
Bane was still watching silently, his expression growing more serious. He knew that Nightwing was in trouble if he continued to resist.
Nightwing was still trying to get up, his efforts weakening.
Frank was still standing over him, his expression stern.
"Trust me, you're not going anywhere." He repeated, his voice firm.
Bane was still watching, his expression now more concerned than before. He could see that Nightwing was struggling, and he knew that he couldn't afford to let this go on much longer.
Nightwing was still struggling to get up, his body starting to give in to the exhaustion.
He could feel himself weakening, but he was still trying to fight back.
Frank was still standing over him, his expression beginning to soften. He could see the determination in Nightwing's eyes, and he couldn't help but respect it.
Bane was still watching, his expression now showing concern. He knew that Nightwing was pushing himself too far, and he couldn't let him get hurt.
Bane stepped closer to the edge of the shadows. He knew that he would have to step in.
Red Hood was getting up from the beating Nightwing had inflicted. Bane stepped forward and said.
"That's enough. Let Nightwing go." Bane said. As he took a shot of Venom.
He looked at Bane, his eyes wide.
Nightwing was still on the ground, his body exhausted. He slowly turned his head at the sound of Bane's voice, his expression still defiant.
Red Hood was still getting up from his beating, his body sore and exhausted. He turned his head at the sound of Bane's voice, his expression a mix of shock and anger.
Frank could see the tension in the air, his expression wary. He knew that things were about to get dicey, and he wasn't sure how to handle it.
Bane stepped forward, his expression firm.
"I said that's enough." He repeated, his voice forceful.
Nightwing was still on the ground, his body exhausted and his mind racing. He knew that he wasn't in any condition to fight, but he couldn't just let himself be taken.
Red Hood was still getting up, his body sore and battered. He looked at Bane, his expression a mix of anger and fear.
"You're gonna mess with me now?" Red Hood asked, his voice gruff.
Bane was still approaching, his expression serious.
"I'm not messin' with ya. I said that's enough." He repeated gruffly, his voice firm.
Frank was still watching, his expression unsure.
"Um, fellas, maybe we should all just take a breath here." He said, a hint of caution in his voice.
Red Hood was still looking at Bane, his expression challenging.
"And what if I don't want to stop?" He asked, his voice dripping with hostility.
Bane was still approaching, his expression intense.
"Then you'll have to deal with me." He retorted gruffly, his voice low.
Frank was still trying to defuse the situation, his expression cautious.
"Come on, everyone just calm down." He said, his voice pleading.
Red Hood was still looking at Bane, his expression defiant.
"You think you can take me?" He asked gruffly, a challenge in his voice.
Bane was still approaching, his expression confident.
"I can more than take you." He replied gruffly, his voice firm.
"Come on, guys, let's just drop it." He pleaded, his voice cautious.
Red Hood was still staring down Bane, his expression still defiant.
"Oh yeah?" He asked, his voice dripping with hostility.
"You sure you wanna go there?"
Bane was still approaching, unphased.
"Positive." He replied gruffly, his voice firm.
Frank was still trying to deescalate, his expression urgent.
"Hey, let's just talk this through, okay?" He pleaded, his voice imploring.
Red Hood was still glaring at Bane, his stance aggressive. "Fine. You wanna do this? Let's do it." He said gruffly, his voice determined.
Bane was still approaching, his expression calm.
"Bring it." He replied gruffly, his voice challenging.
Frank was still trying to stop it, his expression desperate.
"Guys, please. We don't need to do this." He pleaded, his voice desperate.
Red Hood was ready for a fight, his fists clenched.
"Alright, suit yourself." He said gruffly, his voice determined.
Bane was still approaching, his hands open and ready.
"Come on then." He replied gruffly, his voice encouraging.
"No, come on, guys, just think about this for a minute." He pleaded, his voice pleading.
Red Hood was still glaring at Bane, his stance aggressive.
"Alright. Bring it on. I'm ready." He said gruffly, his voice determined.
Bane was still approaching, his expression focused.
"You won't be saying that for long." He replied gruffly, his voice confident.
Frank was still trying desperately to stop it, his expression panicked.
"Hey! Come on, guys, we can talk this through. There's no reason to fight." He pleaded, his voice urgent.
Bane stepped forward punching Red Hood to the ground. Bane stepped forward where Frank stood.
"Let Nightwing up, or we're going to have a problem here." Bane said firmly, and he stood his ground.
Unlike when Bane took Deathstroke from his compound. He backed off and let it go, but he was angry, and he was enjoying the conflict. Part of him needed it.
The Punisher didn't like the way Bane was up close. He wasn't threatened by the act, but he knew that Bane was trying to assert dominance.
"Back up, Bane...you are a little too close." Frank warned him.
"Be respectful." Bane said. "You're standing over a fallen warrior of Gotham City."
Red hood was still standing ready, his body coiled.
"Fallen warrior? That's a nice title." He said gruffly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Bane was still standing his ground, his expression defiant.
"He might be down, but he's not out." He said gruffly, his voice insistent.
"I don't think we want to go down this road, Bane." He warned, his voice firm.
Red hood was still ready for a fight, his body poised.
"Oh I think we do." He said gruffly, his voice eager.
Bane was still standing his ground, his expression determined.
"You're a trespasser, and trespassing can be punishing." He continued gruffly in a harsh tone.
The Punisher's expression was still cautious.
"Bane, I don't think you truly understand who you're threatening." He said, his voice firm.
The Venom was increasing Bane's strength. He stood over the conquered Nightwing, and his anger only intensifying as Frank talked shit.
Bane went down to a knee beside Nightwing. "Are you alright?" His voice low and caring.
Frank took the opportunity to strike. He kicked Bane and moved in on him aggressively. Without caution, he tried to keep the big man down.
Nightwing slowly opened his eyes, his body exhausted. He groaned softly, his mind still fuzzy from the tazer.
He heard Bane's voice, his words caring and low. He slowly turned his head, his eyes meeting Bane's.
"I'll be fine." He managed to say, his voice gruff.
Nightwing was still lying on the ground, his body sore. He watched as Bane and Frank fought, his mind still fuzzy. He knew that he shouldn't get involved, but he couldn't just lay there.
He slowly tried to get up, his body protesting. It was tough, but he managed to stand up, his legs shaking.
Bane was still fighting with Frank, his blows powerful and aggressive. Frank was trying to keep up, his strikes fast and focused.
Nightwing was standing now, his body still weak. He knew that he had to do something to stop the fight.
He took a step forward, his legs still unsteady.
"Hey! Stop it! Stop it right now!" He called out, his voice strained.
Bane and Frank were still locked in their battle, their movements intense. They were both too focused to heed his call.
Nightwing was standing now, his body still weak. He knew that he had to do something to stop the fight.
He took a step forward, his legs still unsteady.
"Hey! Stop it! Stop it right now!" He called out, his voice strained.
Bane and Frank were still locked in their battle, their movements intense. They were both too focused to heed his call.
Nightwing knew that to get out of Gotham City would be the only way out of the Bat-family. He'd made up his mind, he was done.
Nightwing took another step forward, his legs slowly regaining their strength. He knew he had to stop them before someone got hurt.
He was determined.
"I said stop it!" He called out again, his voice louder this time.
They seemed completely unaware of Nightwing's repeated calls.
Nightwing took a deep breath, gathering his strength. He knew he had to do something more drastic.
He charged forward, his body moving as fast as he could manage.
"Stop!" He yelled, his voice bordering on desperation.
Bane and Frank were still locked in their fight, their movements even more intense now. They were paying no attention to their surroundings or Nightwing's increasingly desperate calls.
Nightwing was getting close, his body almost within reach. He knew he had to find a way to stop them.
He reached out, his hand grabbing for their arms.
"Enough! I said that's enough!" He shouted, his voice almost breaking with emotion.
Bane and Frank were still locked in their fight, their minds completely focused. They didn't notice Nightwing's approaching hand.
Nightwing stretched out as far as he could, his fingers finally reaching them. He grabbed onto their arms, his grip firm.
"Stop it! You're going to hurt each other!" He pleaded, his voice strained.
They paid no attention to Nightwing as they tried to overpower each other.
Nightwing held on tight, his grip strong. He tried to pull them apart, but they weren't budging. He was determined.
"I said stop!" He repeated, his voice nearly hoarse.
Bane and Frank's fight continued, their movements intense. They ignored his plea, still locked in their struggle.
Nightwing gritted his teeth, frustration building inside him. He knew he had to do something more.
He pulled with all his force, trying to break their hold on each other.
"Enough!" He shouted, his voice nearly breaking.
Bane and Frank were oblivious, still locked in their struggle. They didn't notice Nightwing's efforts at separating them.
Nightwing's fingers slipped from their arms and he stumbled back. He took a deep breath, his frustration mounting.
He had stopped them, but it wasn't enough.
"Stop fighting!" He called out, his voice almost desperate.
Bane and Frank still fought, their movements relentless. They were in their own world, unaware of Nightwing's pleas.
Nightwing's expression hardened, his determination growing. He knew he had to stop them before things got worse.
He charged forward again, his body surging forward with all his strength.
"Stop!" He shouted, his voice louder than ever before.
Bane and Frank's fight continued, their movements more intense than ever. They were too focused on their battle to hear Nightwing's shouts.
Nightwing was almost there, his body moving faster than he thought possible. He could see their faces clearly now.
"Enough!" He yelled, and this time they froze...
The sound of his voice was like a shock, and they finally stopped. They turned their heads to look at Nightwing, their expressions a mixture of surprise and confusion.
Nightwing was still holding onto them, his grip tight. He took a deep breath, his body still filled with adrenaline.
"What the hell is going on here?" He asked, his voice rough.
"You tell me", said Frank. "Why does Bane have your back?" His voice, both tired and tested.
"You tell me", said Frank. "Why does Bane have your back?" His voice, both tired and tested.
Nightwing took a deep breath, his grip still firm on their arms. He looked between Bane and Frank, his expression serious.
"Bane was protecting me." He explained gruffly, his voice strained.
Frank's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing. He looked from Nightwing to Bane, his mind trying to make sense of it all.
"Protecting you?" He asked incredulously, his voice doubtful.
Nightwing nodded, his expression remaining serious.
"Yes, protecting me." He repeated gruffly, his grip still tight.
Frank's expression remained skeptical.
"And what exactly were you doing to get yourself protected?" He asked bluntly, his voice challenging.
Nightwing's expression hardened, his jaw clenching.
"That's none of your business." He responded gruffly, his voice firm.
Frank's expression turned stern, his eyes fixed on Nightwing.
"Oh, I think it is my business if Bane's involved." He retorted, his voice stern.
Nightwing's expression didn't change, his grip still firm on their arms.
"It's none of your concern." He repeated gruffly, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Frank's expression didn't soften, his body remaining tense.
"Oh, I think it is." He said firmly, his voice insistent.
8
The Dark Force Energy was still working on him, but focusing on the job at hand had helped him see past the temptations.
Bane was gone when Batman arrived in the Narrows on the southside. "Batman...what are you doing here in the Bottoms?" One resident asked.
Batman continued on toward Jason’s trailer park. Where he found Frank and Dick going at it. Verbally, but both in each other's face.
Batman immediately stepped in, his presence commanding attention.
"Enough." He said firmly, his voice deep and gruff.
Both Frank and Nightwing turned to look at him, their expressions changing to surprise.
They stopped their argument instantly. Frank's expression was still tense, but Nightwing's was more relaxed.
Batman's expression was firm, his eyes scanning them both.
"Both of you, stand down." He said gruffly.
Frank and Nightwing did as they were told. They stood down, but neither one looked happy about it.
Batman's expression softened slightly, his tone more conversational.
"Can someone please tell me what is going on here?" He asked gruffly.
"Nightwing here has taken up with, Bane." Frank accused.
Batman turned to look at Nightwing, his expression now confused.
"Bane?" He asked, his voice gruff.
Nightwing met his gaze, his expression sheepish.
"It's not what you think." He said gruffly, his voice defensive.
Batman's expression was still bemused, his head tilted.
"Then help me understand." He said gruffly, his voice gentle.
Nightwing sighed, his shoulders slumping.
"Bane was... protecting me. When these two jumped me." He explained gruffly, his voice hesitant.
Jason stepped forward. "We never jumped you. You fought me and then turned on Frank." Red Hood cleared it up.
"Are you ready to go again?" Nightwing asked.
He stepped to Red Hood.
"I've got some more left in me." Jason replied.
Batman stepped between them. "Hold on now."
Batman held out his hands, his expression stern.
"Enough. Both of you." He said gruffly, his voice firm.
Batman looked at the two of them for a moment, his expression still stern.
"You're acting like children." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Nightwing and Red Hood both looked unapologetic.
Batman sighed, his expression exasperated.
"Can you at least tell me why you were fighting in the first place?" He asked gruffly, his voice gruff.
Nightwing and Red Hood exchanged a glance, their expressions hesitant.
Batman's expression turned to solid. The act wasn't right, but the overall goal to protect Gotham City was bigger.
"You've got to get past it." Batman said firmly.
Nightwing's expression hardened, his jaw clenching.
"I don't know if I can." He said gruffly, his voice strained.
Batman sighed, his expression now sympathetic.
"You have to." He said gruffly, his voice firmer this time.
"I don't think I can." He repeated gruffly, his voice determined.
"She wasn't the one. There's going to be other ladies in your life. Our collective goal to protect Gotham City, that must be first, above all else. If not Darkseid wins. He's using us like puppets when we allow him to." Batman explained.
Nightwing's expression faltered, his determination slipping. He knew that Batman was right. Fighting was only weakening them.
"You're right." He said gruffly, his voice calmer.
Batman nodded, his expression satisfied.
"I know I am." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Red Hood watched the exchanges, his own expression stoic.
"Can we go home?" He asked gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman looked at him, his expression thoughtful.
"Not just yet." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Both Red Hood and Nightwing looked confused.
"Why not?" Nightwing asked, his voice confused.
Batman's expression was serious, his eyes focused.
"There is something I need to figure out." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Red Hood and Nightwing exchanged a look, their expressions curious.
"What is it?" They asked in unison.
Batman shook his head, his expression cryptic.
"It's something I can't share right now." He said gruffly, his voice firm.
Frank walked over when he noticed them all on high alert.
"What's going on?" The Punisher asked.
Everyone turned towards him, their attention now on Frank.
"Nothing that concerns you." Batman said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Frank's expression was sceptical,
"I don't know if I believe you." He responded gruffly.
Batman turned to Frank, his expression still serious.
"There are some things happening that I can't talk about." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Red Hood and Nightwing looked at him, their expressions still curious.
"But we really should get home." Jason said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman nodded, his expression understanding.
"You two go." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Frank raised an eyebrow, his expression curious.
"I'll stay and keep an eye on Bats." He offered.
Red Hood and Nightwing both nodded in agreement.
"Okay." Nightwing said gruffly, his voice wary.
Batman looked at Frank, his expression thankful.
"I appreciate that, Frank." He said gruffly, his voice grateful.
Red Hood and Nightwing moved off, their bodies still tense.
Frank watched them go, his expression still curious.
"Mind telling me what that was about?" He asked curiously, his voice curious.
Batman's expression was still firm and serious.
"It's complicated." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Frank was clearly curious now, his expression inquisitive.
"How complicated?" He asked gruffly, his voice gruff.
"Too complicated to explain quickly." He said gruffly, his voice hesitant.
Batman looked at him, his expression still cautious.
"Too complicated to explain quickly." He said gruffly, his voice hesitant.
Frank's expression was still curious, his eyes still fixed on Batman.
"You're gonna make me work for it, aren't you?" He asked gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman let out a small sigh, his expression almost annoyed.
"I can't just spill my guts. Not until I know more." He said gruffly, his voice firm.
Frank's expression shifted to understanding, his expression a little impressed.
"Alright, alright. I get it. No need to be a jerk about it." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman let out a small huff, his expression slightly amused.
"I'm not trying to be a jerk. I just can't talk about it yet." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Frank nodded, his expression understanding now.
"Alright, I get it. You keep your secrets, and I'll keep mine." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman couldn't help but crack a small smile at that.
"Deal." He said gruffly, his voice firm.
Frank smiled in return, his expression almost cocky.
"Good." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman's expression softened slightly, his head tilting.
"You're a good guy, Frank." He said gruffly, his voice more gentle now.
Frank's expression showed slight surprise, his eyes widening a bit.
"Did you just give me a compliment?" He asked curiously, his voice almost teasing.
Batman's expression turned slightly bashful, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
"...Yes." He admitted gruffly, his voice low.
Frank's expression widened in surprise, his eyes wide.
"Damn. That's the first compliment I think you've ever given me." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman's cheeks were still a little pink, his expression a bit embarrassed.
"Don't get used to it." He grumbled gruffly, his voice gruff.
Frank chuckled, his expression amused.
"Oh, believe me, I won't." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
"Now, I need to ask you something." He said gruffly, his voice firm.
Frank's expression shifted to curious again.
"What is it?" He asked gruffly, his own expression firm now.
Batman's expression was serious, his voice gruff and serious.
"I have a favor to ask you."
Frank's expression turned cautious, his expression wary now.
"A favor, huh?" He asked gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman nodded, his expression still serious.
"I need you to do something for me." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Frank's expression was still cautious, his expression uncommiting now.
"It depends." He said gruffly, his voice cautious.
Batman's expression remained serious, his voice firm.
"It's important." He said gruffly, his voice insistent.
Frank's expression was still cautious, but he was getting intrigued now.
"Okay..." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman's expression was relieved, his shoulders relaxing just a bit.
"I need you to keep an eye on someone." He said gruffly, his voice firm.
Frank's expression was still cautious, but he was curious now.
"Who?" He asked gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman's expression was serious, his eyes focused now.
"I can't say too much right now." He said gruffly, his voice cautious.
Frank sighed, his expression slightly annoying now.
"You're not gonna make this easy, are you?" He asked gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman's expression was unmoving, his face remaining serious.
"You know me." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
"Yeah, I know you." He agreed gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman's expression softened a bit, his eyes still focused on him.
"I know I'm being a pain about this. But I need your help." He said gruffly, his voice more gentle now.
Frank's expression softened at that, his expression less annoyed now.
"Alright, alright. I'll help you." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman visibly relaxed, his shoulders drooping just a bit.
"Thank you." He said gruffly, his voice grateful.
Frank nodded gruffly, his expression back to being serious now.
"No problem." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman looked at him, his expression still serious.
"I'll fill you in on the details later." He said gruffly, his voice stern.
Frank nodded again, his expression a little less curious now.
"Who do you want me to watch." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman thought for a moment, his expression contemplative.
"I need you to watch Edward Nygma and his gang...The Question Mark Crew."
Frank's expression remained serious, his expression now more focused.
"Edward Nygma?" He asked gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman nodded, his expression still serious.
"Yes, him and his crew...The Question Mark Crew." He confirmed gruffly, his voice firm.
Frank was more focused now, his expression slightly intrigued.
"Alright, I can do that." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman nodded, his expression again relieved.
"But you have to do it from a distance." He said gruffly, his voice firm.
Frank nodded, his expression still serious.
"I understand." He said gruffly, his voice gruff.
Batman was satisfied, his expression less tense in the face of Frank's affirmation.
"Good." He said gruffly, his voice firm.
He clapped a hand on Frank's shoulder.
"I appreciate it." He said gruffly, his voice deep.
9
Over at the Iceberg Casino and Lounge the energetic crowd had taken over the place.
The drinks were flowing and the crowd was mingling. Frank was sitting behind the Question Mark Crew, and watching them closely. The Riddler was actively moving around the bar.
Frank watched Bane enter the Iceberg. He'd remembered the earlier fight with Bane and didn't want to go through that again. He was one tough son of a bitch.
Frank was also watching a sexy dark and seductive woman with curvaceous figure and large breasts, thick thighs. She had mysterious smokey eyes and she is in a black dress that accentuated her curves. Delicate smooth skin and spiraled hair.
He was captivating and held his attention. His eyes followed her...as she began talking to The Riddler. Frank thought, what's a sexy woman like her want with Nygma?
Frank's eyes remained fixed on the woman, intrigued by her mysterious appearance. He watched as she spoke with The Riddler, wondering what their conversation could be about.
Frank took a sip of his drink, trying to maintain a casual demeanor but finding it difficult to look away from her. The woman's confidence and mystique made her even more fascinating.
His mind raced with questions. Who was she? Why was she talking to Nygma? Frank couldn't help but be drawn to her, even though he didn't know a thing about her.
He debated whether or not to approach her, but his curiosity was getting the best of him.
She was extremely good looking. Frank had no idea that she was talking to Nygma about high grade cocaine, and he was getting from Penguin, right there in the casino.
Frank watched the conversation between the woman and The Riddler from afar, his attention piqued.
He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could tell that it was a serious conversation. He took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving the woman.
The Riddler was clearly engaged in the conversation, his expression intense.
Frank couldn't help but feel a sense of envy towards The Riddler. He wished he was the one talking to the woman, instead of him.
He considered approaching the woman and striking up a conversation with her, but something about her demeanor made him hesitant. She was powerful in a way.
He wondered what her name was and if she was alone. Frank was getting impatient, he couldn't shake off the urge to go talk to her.
He considered approaching the woman and striking up a conversation with her, but something about her demeanor made him hesitant. She was powerful in a way.
He wondered what her name was and if she was alone. Frank was getting impatient, he couldn't shake off the urge to go talk to her.
He couldn't fight off the urge anymore. Frank walked over to the beautiful woman.
"Hello, sweetheart...I'm Frank."
The woman turned to look at him, her expression cool and nonchalant.
"Frank, huh?" she said, her eyes studying him
Frank suddenly felt a little self-conscious under her intense gaze.
"Yeah..." Frank replied, his voice cracking slightly.
He cleared his throat, trying to gain composure.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, hoping that she would accept.
"Buy me a drink, huh? Sure you can. Scotch straight." She said.
"What's your name, darling?" Frank asked.
"Max," she answered.
Frank signaled the bartender and ordered a scotch straight for Max.
He turned back to her, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.
"Max, huh. That's a unique name." he said, trying to keep the conversation going.
"Maxine...handsome." She explained, with a seductive tone.
Frank's smile widened at her flirtatious tone.
"Maxine. I like it." he said, his voice low.
He handed her the scotch, their fingers brushing lightly as she took the glass from him.
She took a sip of the scotch, her eyes never leaving his.
"So, Frank...what brings you here tonight?" she asked, her tone casual.
"I'm visiting from out of town." Frank replied. "I'm from New York."
"New York, huh?" Max said, taking a sip of her drink.
"What brings a man from New York to Gotham City?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.
"Business. Not pleasure, but maybe you could change that." Frank said, reluctantly.
Max's lips curled into a smirk.
"Oh, really? You're here on business, but looking for pleasure?" she teased.
"Something like that," he replied, his smile growing wider.
He took a step closer to her. They were standing so close that he could smell the perfume on her skin.
Max held his gaze, her expression playful. "So, Frank...what kind of pleasure are you after?" she asked, her voice sensual.
Frank's eyes traveled over her curves, appreciating her attractiveness.
"The kind with you." he said, his voice low.
"I'm looking for a good time tonight too, Frank." Max winked at him.
Frank's heart skipped a beat at her wink, his attraction towards her growing stronger.
He chuckled softly, the sound low and gravelly.
"I have a feeling you could show me a good time." he said, his voice dripping with suggestion.
Max's smirk widened at his words.
"Oh, I could definitely show you a good time." she said, her voice sultry.
She took another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his.
"I could fuck your brains out. I'm coked up, horny as hell, and I could ride you like a stallion." She said, confidently.
Frank's eyes widened at her bold statement, his pulse quickening.
He had never met someone quite like her, and he found himself drawn to her confidence and desire.
"Is that so?" he asked, his voice rougher than before.
Max's smirk turned into a full-blown smile, her confidence growing.
"Oh, yeah, cowboy." she said, her voice teasing. "Can you handle it?"
Frank's eyes darkened at her challenge, his body suddenly feeling hotter.
"I can handle anything you throw at me, sweetheart." he said, his voice gruff.
Max's smile widened at his response, her eyes gleaming with desire.
"Prove it." she challenged, her voice low.
Frank's heartbeat thudded in his chest, his mind racing with the possibilities of what the night could bring.
"You're putting me to the test, huh?" he said, his voice rough with excitement.
Max leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Damn right, I am." she murmured, her breath hot against his skin.
Frank shivered at the feeling of her breath on his neck, his body reacting to her closeness.
"You're playing with fire, sweetheart." he warned, his eyes dark with desire. "It's been a while now since I've gotten laid."
Max's smirk turned wicked, her eyes glimmering with possibility.
"Oh, I can tell. You're practically trembling with excitement." she said, her voice low and sultry.
Frank let out a soft groan, his need for her growing stronger with each word she spoke.
"You're making me weak in the knees, sweetheart." he admitted, his voice rougher than before.
Max's smile grew wider at his words, her own desires igniting.
"Good." she said, her hand reaching out to lightly touch his arm.
Frank grabbed her hips and lifted her on his lap. "Can you feel how bad I want you?" He asked.
Max's eyes widened at his sudden movement, her body pressed against his.
"Mmm...I can definitely feel it." she murmured, her voice hinting at desire.
Frank couldn't help but grin at her reaction, his grip on her hips tightening slightly.
Frank kissed her lips in a heated kiss. Max responded immediately, her body melted into his as their lips met.
She returned the kiss with fervor, her lips moving against his eagerly.
Frank couldn't help but moan against her mouth, her taste making him dizzy with need.
The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing closer to each other.
Max's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more.
Frank's hands roamed over her curves, his touch possessive yet gentle.
"Let's go somewhere more private... Aye?"
Max's breath caught in her throat at his words, her mind already racing with possibilities.
"Yes...let's." she murmured, her voice full of need.
Frank's eyes darkened with desire at her words, his grip on her hips tightening.
He helped her off his lap, his body already missing her closeness.
"Lead the way, sweetheart." he said, his voice gruff.
Max took his hand, her grip firm and confident.
"Follow me." she said, leading him out of the Iceberg Lounge.
Frank couldn't help but stare at her as they walked out, his eyes taking in her every curve. He followed her, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Frank knew he was supposed to be finding the Riddler and his gang, but Batman himself wouldn't pass on Maxine.
Frank watched Max do a quick bump of coke, as they were in the alley.
Max's eyes darkened as she took the bump of cocaine, her body already buzzing with a rush of energy.
Frank watched her, his eyes taking in her every movement. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"You're making it hard to concentrate." he said, his voice rough with desire.
"Oh, really? How come?" she asked, teasingly.
Frank let out a low groan, his control slipping.
"You know why." he said, his eyes dark with need.
Max's smirk turned into a full-blown smile at his words, her own desire growing stronger with each passing second.
"Well, can you blame me?" she asked teasingly, her voice low.
Frank took a step closer to her, closing the gap between them.
"No, sweetheart, I can't." he said, his voice rough with need.
He reached out and caressed her cheek, his touch gentle yet possessive.
"You're making it hard for me to focus on anything else but you." he admitted, his eyes fixed on hers.
She led Frank to her apartment in The Flats. It was a nice complex of high dollar apartments. Her place was barely furnished, but she had a couch and a bed.
First they got heated on the couch. Both naked and making out on the couch.
Max's breath caught in her throat at the intensity in his eyes, her own desire intensifying.
"Good." she murmured, her voice dripping with sensual promise.
Frank's hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingertips tracing small circles on her skin.
"You're driving me crazy, sweetheart." he said, his voice low and gravelly.
Max's body reacted to his touch, her skin tingling beneath his fingers.
"Is that a bad thing?" she asked, her voice teasing.
Frank's grip on her neck tightened slightly, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw.
"No." he replied gruffly. "It's a very good thing."
She did a fat line of cocaine, and when she became numb, she lowered her head down on Frank.
"Oh shit!" Castle reacted.
Frank knew she was wired and ready to do her thing. He was lost in the moment and trying to take it all in. So was she.
Max looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire and excitement.
"Ready for a wild ride?" she murmured, her voice teasing.
Frank's heart raced in anticipation, his body responding to her words.
"Damn right I am." he replied, his voice rough with need.
She slid a red condom on Frank, and then she got up on top of him.
Frank gasped as she straddled him, his eyes glued to hers.
Max's hips rocked against him, her movements slow and teasing.
Frank's hands gripped her hips tightly, his body already desperate for more.
"You're driving me insane." he groaned, his voice rough with desire.
"That's the idea." she murmured, her voice low and seductive.
Frank's fingers dug into her hip, his body almost trembling with need.
"You're a tease, sweetheart." he said, his voice edged with frustration.
Max's smile widened at that, her body moving against his in a slow rhythm.
"And you're loving it." she murmured, her voice dripping with sensual promise.
Frank's grip on her hips tightened even more, his body desperate for more.
"Damn right I am." he replied gruffly.
Max leaned down, her lips hovering just millimeters away from his.
Frank's breath hitched at her words, his body already aching for her.
"I know." he replied, his voice gruff. "And I want you. Now."
Max's smile turned into a wicked smirk at his words, excitement coursing through her.
"Then take me." she murmured, her voice dripping with desire.
Frank didn't need to be told twice. He pulled her down onto him, his mouth crashing against hers in a heated kiss.
Frank's body tingled at her touch, his mind consumed by desire.
"Max." he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with need.
Max's hands continued to explore his body, her touch both gentle and urgent.
"Frank." she whispered huskily, her voice soft but full of hunger.
Their kisses grew more intense, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Frank's fingers tangled in her hair, his body practically trembling with need.
"God, you're driving me crazy." he murmured against her lips, his voice rough and desperate.
Max pulled away just long enough to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
"Good." she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
She could feel how hard he was underneath her, and the thought only added to her desire.
Frank's grip on her hips tightened once more, his body practically begging for more.
"You're going to be the death of me, sweetheart." he groaned, his voice thick with need.
Max couldn't help but smile at his words, her mind consumed by desire.
Her hands continued to explore his body, her touch leaving a trail of fire on his skin.
Frank's grip on her hips tightened even further, his body responding to her touch.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, his voice low and rougher than before.
Max's smile widened, her mind still enjoying the effect she had on him.
"I do have a knack for that." she murmured, her voice playful.
Her hands slid up his chest, her touch sending ripples of pleasure through his body.
Frank let out a low moan, his body growing impossibly tighter beneath her.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, his voice gruff but also teasing.
Max couldn't help but smirk, her mind loving the way he reacted to her.
"Maybe." she murmured, her voice still playful.
Her fingers traced the planes of his chest, her touch sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
Frank's hands tightened even more, his body trembling beneath her.
"You're playing with fire here." he warned, his voice low but also holding a hint of desire.
Max's smirk grew even wider, her mind still revelling in the effect she had on him.
"I like playing with fire." she murmured, her voice now filled with a different kind of desire.
Her fingers continued to explore his chest, each touch sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"You're going to be the death of me, sweetheart." he repeated, his voice thick with desperation.
Max could feel how badly he wanted her, her mind consumed by desire.
"Maybe I want to be." she murmured, her voice now dripping with desire.
Her hands moved lower, her touch burning a path down his stomach.
Frank's grip on her hips grew even tighter, his body now taut with unbridled need.
"You're killing me, sweetheart." he groaned, his voice almost a plea.
She knew exactly what Frank meant and was eager to show him exactly how wild and passionate she could be...
That's when Max stopped and reached for her bag next to a bedside table to her left.
She reached for a small bag, opening the side zipper and pulling out a small baggy of coke with a straw.
Frank's eyes widened as he watched what she was doing and what she was preparing next.
"Max, I don't know about that. What about all of what we just did?" Frank cautioned her, his hands releasing her from his grips.
Frank had an odd feeling he might be in trouble...
Max smiled down at him, her mood still intense and very sexy.
She leaned over to him...still straddling him.
"We can keep going, you know." she murmured, her voice still low and tantalizing.
Frank couldn't resist the shiver that ran down his spine at her words.
"Okay." he murmured gruffly. "What do you want me to do?"
Max's eyes lit up. "Just lie back and enjoy." she said.
Those words were all he needed.
Frank's body responded to her command immediately, laying back on the couch. Max smiled down at him, her eyes filled with desire and excitement.
She leaned over him, her body still straddling him. She leaned down to kiss him, her lips meeting his in a heated, desperate kiss.
The kiss was intense, their lips moving together in a wild, hungry dance. Frank's hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer.
"I've got to get outta here." Frank said, reluctantly.
Max pulled away from the kiss, her expression disappointed.
"Already?" she asked, her voice hesitant.
She was enjoying herself, and the idea of him leaving so soon was not what she wanted.
"I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on someone." Frank explained.
Max's expression turned from disappointment to understanding, but there was still a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
"I see." she murmured, her voice a little dejected.
She slid off of him, her body missing the warmth of his touch.
Frank sighed. He didn't want to leave either, but duty called. He sat up on the couch, running a hand through his hair as he tried to gather his thoughts.
"I wish I could stay." he admitted gruffly.
Max watched him, her expression still a mix of disappointment and understanding.
"Me too." she murmured softly.
10
Gotham was once a city that was filled with promise. But now, instead of heroes and good will, Gotham was now overrun with criminals.
As Bruce Wayne walked the streets in his civilian clothes, he came across a scene that made his blood boil.
A group of thugs were mugging an elderly woman, taking her purse and valuables.
"Get off of her." Bruce shouted.
The thugs turned to face Bruce. One of them, a muscular man with a tattoo of a snake on his arm, sneered at him.
"And who are you supposed to be?" he mockingly asked.
Bruce took a step forward, his eyes narrow.
"I'm someone who doesn't stand by and watch innocent people get attacked."
The thug with the snake tattoo let out a scoff.
"Oh, look at Mr. Tough Guy over here. Can't let anyone have fun, can you?"
Bruce clenched his fists, his anger rising.
"This isn't fun. This is wrong. You shouldn't be doing this."
The rest of the thugs chuckled at Bruce's words, clearly not taking him seriously.
"Oh, how sweet. You think you can take all of us on? You're outnumbered, buddy!"
Bruce knew better than to let fear show on his face. Instead, he stood tall, towering over the thugs.
"Outnumbered doesn't mean outsmarted."
The thug with the snake tattoo rolled his eyes.
"Oh, please. You think you're some kind of genius? You'll be on the ground begging for mercy before you know it."
Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
The thug with the snake tattoo smirked.
"Yeah, it is. So do us all a favor and run home to your mom, kid."
Bruce couldn't help but smile at the thug's arrogance.
With that, he launched himself at the group of thugs, his movements quick and precise.
The thugs were taken aback by the sudden attack. The one with the snake tattoo quickly recovered, charging at Bruce with a wild swing.
Bruce dodged the attack with ease, using the thug's momentum against him. He grabbed the thug's arm and pulled, sending him tumbling to the ground.
The other thugs rushed at Bruce, trying to overpower him with their numbers. He fought back with grace and skill, his movements fluid and powerful.
He dodged and parried their attacks, taking them down one by one.
The thug with the snake tattoo stumbled to his feet, his face contorted in anger. He lunged at Bruce, ready to strike.
But Bruce was ready for him. He dodged the attack and delivered a swift punch to the thug's chin, knocking him out cold.
The other thugs were quickly dealt with, as well. Soon, all of the thugs were either unconscious or groaning in pain on the ground.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked, his voice soft.
The woman looked up at him, her eyes wide. "Oh, thank you, Mister. I thought I was a goner for sure!"
Bruce smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, you're safe now."
The woman stood up, dusting herself off. "You're a hero, you know that? You saved my life."
Bruce shrugged, embarrassed by the praise. "I just did what anyone with common sense would do."
Bruce chuckled along with her. "You're not wrong about that."
As the woman started to walk away, Bruce spoke up again.
"Ma'am, can I ask you a question?" he asked.
The woman stopped and turned back to him. "Of course, dear."
As the woman started to walk away, Bruce spoke up again.
"Ma'am, can I ask you a question?" he asked.
The woman stopped and turned back to him. "Of course, dear."
Bruce paused for a moment, trying to find the right words.
"Do you think Gotham is going downhill?" he asked.
The woman shook her head sadly. "Oh, yes. It's getting worse and worse every day. It's not the same city it used to be."
Bruce nodded, his expression turning serious.
"I've noticed the same thing. More and more villains are popping up each day."
The woman sighed mournfully. "I miss the days when Batman would keep these criminals in line."
Bruce froze, his heart skip a beat.
"Batman?" he repeated quietly.
"There's just more than he and his team can handle." Bruce explained.
The woman nodded in agreement.
"That's true. He can't be everywhere at once."
Bruce's mind was racing. He knew all too well how difficult it was to handle the crime in Gotham.
But hearing someone else confirm it, hearing someone talk about Batman in such a casual way, it was surreal.
He had to be careful not to give himself away.
"You must miss him," he said, trying to keep his voice nonchalant.
The woman's expression softened.
"I do. He was the city's hero. The city's knight in shining armor."
Bruce felt a pang of guilt. He had left Gotham in the lurch, leaving the city to fend for itself.
He should've done more.
He should've helped more.
But it was too late for that now.
The woman sighed. "I just hope he comes back soon."
Bruce's heart sank at her words.
"Comes back?" he echoed, his voice faltering.
The woman looked at him, surprise in her eyes. "You haven't heard?" she asked.
Bruce tried to play it cool. "Heard what?"
The woman leaned in closer, her voice low.
"There are rumors all around that Batman is going to be arrested for protecting the city."
Bruce felt a knot tighten in his stomach.
"What?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
The woman nodded solemnly.
"Some people are saying he's gone for good. That he's abandoned Gotham to the villains."
"I know Batman, and that's not true." Bruce assured her.
The woman looked at him with a mixture of hope and skepticism.
"You really think so?" she asked.
Bruce felt a mix of emotions. Pride in knowing Batman's true intentions, anger at the world for doubting the Batman, and guilt at failing his city once again.
"I do," he said, his voice firm. "Batman would never abandon Gotham."
The woman looked at him with a mixture of hope and skepticism.
"You really think so?" she asked.
The woman gave him a small, grateful smile.
"I hope you're right, dear."
She started to turn away, but stopped herself and turned back to him.
"Can I ask you a question?" she asked.
Bruce nodded. "Of course."
The woman paused, choosing her words carefully. "You seem... different from the other men here in Gotham."
Bruce didn't know what to say to that. What could he say?
"Different?" he repeated, feeling a bit self-conscious.
The woman smiled.
"Yes. You're a bit more mature. You've got a good head on your shoulders."
Bruce couldn't help feeling a little flattered.
"Thank you," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.
The woman looked him up and down, appraising him.
"You know, I have a son about your age," she said, a hint of matchmaking in her voice.
Bruce felt a flash of panic at the thought.
"Uh, I'm—" he started to say, but the woman cuts him off.
"Oh, don't fret, dear. I'm just teasing."
Bruce let out a breath of relief, his cheeks reddening a bit.
The woman chuckled at his reaction.
"You're easy to fluster, aren't you?"
"Uh, sorry," he mumbled.
The woman shook her head, still chuckling.
"No need to apologize. It's quite refreshing, actually."
She looked at him with a teasing glint in her eyes.
"You're not already seeing someone, are you?"
Bruce's mind went blank at the sudden question.
"Uh," he stuttered, feeling completely caught off guard.
The woman's chuckle turned into a full-fledged laugh at his expression.
"I'm just teasing you again, dear."
Bruce sighed, feeling both embarrassed and relieved.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, trying to hide a grin.
The woman grinned back at him.
"A little. You're fun to tease."
She gave him a gentle pat on the arm.
"You take care, dear. And keep looking out for old ladies like me."
Bruce watched as the woman walked away, still feeling a bit frazzled by the interaction.
He couldn't remember the last time he had been teased like that.
As he watched her retreating figure, his thoughts turned back to the conversation they had just had.
Bruce took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts.
Calm down, he told himself. You can't let your emotions cloud your judgement.
But the worry and uncertainty gnawed away at him.
He saw Bane making his way towards the Iceberg Casino and Lounge. He thought about following him, but didn't.
The Iceberg Lounge was a frequent target for Bane, and the thought of him terrorizing the city made Bruce's blood boil.
He longed to be in the Batsuit right now, to be out there, taking down criminals and restoring justice.
But it wasn't that simple. He couldn't expose himself. He couldn't risk everything he had built for Gotham.
Bruce exhaled slowly, his hands clenching into fists. He had to stay patient. He had to wait for the right moment.
The Punisher was watching the Riddler, who was running cocaine for Cobblepot. He had a good supply of cocaine, money, and women. Frank watched him like Batman had asked, but Edward Nygma wasn't calling the shots.
As Frank followed the Riddler from a safe distance, he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration.
It was clear that the Riddler was just a small fish in a big pond.
Cobblepot was the real problem, the one running the show.
But getting to Cobblepot would be difficult. He was a slippery and powerful figure in Gotham's criminal underworld.
Frank gritted his teeth, his grip tightening on his gun.
He was used to going after criminals without much thought to caution, but Batman had warned him.
"Be careful," Batman had said. "Cobblepot has eyes and ears everywhere."
Frank had scoffed at the warning. He wasn't about to be intimidated by some mob boss.
But as he continued to follow the Riddler, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
He glanced around, trying to spot any potential threats.
But the streets were mostly empty, the citizens of Gotham too afraid to be out after dark.
Frank cursed under his breath. This was the downside of working with Batman.
He was forced to play by the rules, to take things slow and cautious.
It went against every fiber of his being.
As he continued to follow the Riddler, a thought suddenly occurred to him.
The Riddler was clearly loyal to Cobblepot, but everyone had a breaking point.
If he could find the Riddler's weakness, he could use it to his advantage.
Frank's mind raced with possibilities.
It was a risky move, but it could be worth it.
He needed to find a way to get closer to the Riddler, to figure out what was important to him. Then he could exploit it.
Frank watched as the Riddler entered a building, disappearing from view.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself.
It was time to start digging.
He would get close to the Riddler, figure out what made him tick. And then he would use that knowledge to bring down Cobblepot.
Over the next few days, Frank tailed the Riddler closely. Watching him, studying him, finding out his routine.
It was a tedious job, but Frank was patient. He knew that every bit of information he could gather would be valuable.
Then finally, he saw his opportunity.
The Riddler was walking alone on a quiet street, visibly distracted.
Frank could tell he was thinking about something else, his mind elsewhere.
This was the chance he needed. He silently crept closer, staying in the shadows.
The Riddler was muttering to himself, too absorbed in his thoughts to pay attention to his surroundings.
Frank silently unsheathed his knife, holding it at the ready.
He took a deep breath, readying himself for what he was about to do.
The Riddler was still unaware of Frank's presence, completely oblivious to the danger he was in.
Frank moved closer, his footsteps silent on the pavement.
He was close enough now. He could see the Riddler's every move. It was time to make his move.
With lightning speed, Frank grabbed the Riddler from behind, covering his mouth with one hand and holding the knife to his throat with the other.
"Don't move," he hissed in the Riddler's ear.
The Riddler was in complete shock. Was he being robbed for the cocaine and money? A lot of people knew that he carried a lot of weight.
"Get off me!" Nygma said, his voice firm and angry.
Frank pressed the knife harder against the Riddler's neck, feeling him tense up.
"I said don't move."
The Riddler froze, his eyes wide with fear.
Frank took a quick look around, making sure they were alone. "We're going to have a little chat."
He led the Riddler into an alleyway, keeping the knife pressed against his neck.
The Riddler stumbled along, his hands raised in the air.
Once they were out of sight, Frank slammed the Riddler against a wall.
"Talk," he growled.
The Riddler's voice trembled as he spoke.
"W-what do you want? Money? I've got money!"
Frank snorted. "Not interested."
The Riddler's eyes flicked to the knife, then back up to Frank's face.
"Then what do you want?" he asked, his voice cracking.
Frank leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing.
"Information. Specifically, on Cobblepot."
The Riddler's face paled at the mention of the mob boss's name.
"C-Cobblepot? What do you want with him?" the Riddler stuttered.
Frank pressed the knife harder against the Riddler's neck.
"Don’t play dumb with me. You work for him, don’t you?"
"No...we work together and coexist. Hardly a boss and employee relationship." Riddler explained.
Frank's grip on the knife tightened.
"Don't split hairs. We both know you answer to Cobblepot."
The Riddler swallowed nervously, his eyes darting around as if looking for an escape route."
Frank's eyes widened Slightly.
He had heard rumors about Darkseid, the ruler of Apokolips who was working in Gotham's Underworld.
He had dismissed them as just that - rumors.
But the Riddler's sudden change in tone hinted otherwise.
"Darkseid?" Frank echoed, lowering the knife slightly.
"Y-Yes," he said, his voice weak. "I work for Darkseid."
Frank couldn't believe what he was hearing.
A literal demon from another dimension was operating in Gotham, using the city's criminals as his pawns.
It was a mind-blowing revelation.
Frank paused for a moment, trying to process the new information.
Then he fixed the Riddler with a stern look.
"Tell me everything you know."
The Riddler let out a shaky sigh, clearly realizing there was no point in resisting.
"Okay, okay," he said, his hands raising in surrender. "What do you want to know?"
Frank thought for a moment, then asked the first question that came to mind.
"How many other criminals are working under Darkseid? Just you and Cobblepot?"
Nygma laughed... "are you joking?" The Riddler's voice cracked. "We are all in the clutches of Darkseid."
"No...I'm not." Frank said, firmly.
"Oh yeah...if I didn't answer these questions you would have killed me. Hell...you still might." The Riddler said. "Darkseid controls you too, Punisher."
Frank almost laughed at the Riddler's audacity.
Controlled by Darkseid? Him?
The very thought was insulting.
"I’m not controlled by anyone," he gritted out.
"Oh, really?" the Riddler mocked. "You're just here in Gotham because you feel like it, right? Like a vacation."
Frank felt his anger rising. He wanted to shut the Riddler up once and for all.
But he knew he needed the information.
"Enough talking," he snapped. "Tell me about Darkseid's plans."
"I was here to capture Deathstroke." Frank replied, gruffly.
"Well you got your man...why are you still here?" Nygma asked.
"Trying to help Batman, you thug." The Punisher said, he didn't like the Riddler's smart mouth.
The Riddler raised an eyebrow at the mention of Batman.
"Okay, okay," he said, his hands raising in surrender. "What do you want to know?"
Frank thought for a moment, then asked the first question that came to mind.
"How many other criminals are working under Darkseid? Just you and Cobblepot?"
Nygma laughed... "are you joking?" The Riddler's voice cracked. "We are all in the clutches of Darkseid."
"No...I'm not." Frank said, firmly.
"Oh yeah...if I didn't answer these questions you would have killed me. Hell...you still might." The Riddler said. "Darkseid controls you too, Punisher."
Frank almost laughed at the Riddler's audacity.
Controlled by Darkseid? Him? The very thought was insulting.
"I’m not controlled by anyone," he gritted out.
"Oh, really?" the Riddler mocked. "You're just here in Gotham because you feel like it, right? Like a vacation."
"I was here to capture Deathstroke." Frank replied, gruffly.
"Well you got your man...why are you still here?" Nygma asked.
"Trying to help Batman, you thug." The Punisher said, he didn't like the Riddler's smart mouth.
Frank felt his anger rising. He wanted to shut the Riddler up once and for all.
But he knew he needed the information.
"Enough talking," he snapped. "Tell me about Darkseid's plans."
The Riddler chuckled.
"That's rich. The Bat and the Punisher working together. I’d like to see that.”
Frank ignored the Riddler's sarcasm.
"Cut the crap. What does Darkseid want with Gotham?"
The Riddler's smirk faltered at the question.
"Darkseid wants control. Power. He wants to rule Gotham, just like he rules Apokolips."
Frank felt a spark of anger at the Riddler's words.
He'd seen enough demons trying to take over cities. He wasn't about to let another one succeed.
"And Cobblepot? Where does he fit in?“ he asked, his voice tense.
The Riddler's expression darkened at the mention of Cobblepot.
"Penguin is...useful. He controls the underworld, has influence over people. Darkseid needs him to maintain order. For now.”
Frank's mind raced with this new information.
So Cobblepot was just a pawn, a means to an end for Darkseid.
But he was a powerful pawn, and getting rid of him wouldn’t be easy.
"What about you?” Frank asked, fixing the Riddler with a cold stare. "What’s your role in all this?”
Frank let out a snort of disbelief.
"I keep the balance right for Darkseid." The Riddler boasted.
"Balance? You're a criminal, Riddler. You're not exactly the epitome of balance."
The Riddler bristled at the comment.
"Hey, I play my part! I keep the other criminals in line, make sure they're all pulling their weight."
"I am in good standing between the rival gangs." The Riddler said.
"Good standing?" Frank repeated, unimpressed. "You can't be telling me you actually believe they respect you."
The Riddler's face flushed with anger.
"They do! They have to! I'm Darkseid's top advisor in Gotham! They know what'll happen if they mess with me!"
Frank almost laughed at the Riddler's delusion.
"Adviser? You're just a glorified messenger boy. Darkseid probably doesn't even know your real name."
The Riddler's face twisted with anger.
"Shut up! You don't know anything! Darkseid trusts me, he relies on me!"
Frank rolled his eyes. "Right. I'm sure he's just waiting for your daily status update."
"You don't know what you think you do." Nygma laughed.
Frank was starting to lose his patience with the Riddler.
"Enough talk. You're just spinning excuses. I want straight answers.”
The Riddler sighed, realizing he was getting nowhere with the Punisher.
"Fine. You want to know what Darkseid's planning? I'll tell you."
Frank listened intently as the Riddler began to speak.
"Darkseid's endgame is taking over Gotham, just like I said. He's building an army of criminals, using them to keep control of the city."
Frank's mind raced as the Riddler continued.
"He's got other cities in his sights too. Metropolis, Central City. He's planning to spread his control over the entire world eventually."
Frank's heart sank as he realized the scale of Darkseid's plan.
If he succeeded, the entire world would be at his mercy.
"How many criminals does he have?" he asked urgently.
The Riddler shrugged.
"Hundreds. Maybe thousands. He's been working behind the scenes for years, building up his forces."
Frank's eyes narrowed.
"Any heavy hitters? Names I'd recognize?"
The Riddler thought for a moment.
"There's Bane. He's been working closely with Darkseid. And Deathstroke, of course."
The Riddler thought for a moment.
"There's Bane. He's been working closely with Darkseid. And Deathstroke, of course."
Frank nodded, familiar with those names.
"Anyone else?"
The Riddler racked his brain, trying to recall any other notable criminals.
"There's also Catwoman, Poison Ivy, Black Mask... they're all under Darkseid's control."
Frank's face hardened as he heard the list of names.
Catwoman, Poison Ivy, and Black Mask were dangerous enough on their own.
Under Darkseid's control, they'd be even more dangerous.
"One more question," Frank said, his voice calm.
The Riddler looked at him wearily.
"What?"
Frank's eyes locked onto the Riddler's.
"Where can I find Cobblepot?"
"The Penguin is at his Iceberg." The Riddler answered.
Frank's eyes gleamed at the information.
He'd been trying to get close to Cobblepot for weeks now, but the gangster was always surrounded by his loyal lackeys.
The Iceberg, however...
"Perfect."
11
"Wait, what are you...you're not going after Penguin, right?" he asked, his voice shaking.
As he watched Frank disappear into the night his mind raced. He pulled out his phone and called Cobblepot at the Iceberg.
The phone rang twice before Penguin's voice came over the line.
"Riddler, what do you want?" he asked gruffly.
"Boss, we've got a problem." The Riddler's voice was shaky, betraying his nerves.
"The Punisher."
There was a long pause on the other end of the line.
After a moment, Penguin spoke again.
"The Punisher? What about him?"
"He was just here, asking about you." The Riddler's voice was still trembling.
There was another pause on the phone.
"What did you tell him?" Penguin's voice was low, dangerous.
"Nothing! Nothing important!" the Riddler quickly lied.
He was terrified of Cobblepot's temper. "I swear, I didn't give him anything useful."
Penguin was silent for a moment, considering the Riddler's words.
Then he spoke again, his voice cold.
"You better be telling the truth, Riddler. If the Punisher comes after me because of something you said..."
The threat was clear. The Riddler gulped nervously, feeling a bead of sweat run down his forehead.
"Y-Yes, boss. I swear, I didn't tell him anything important."
Penguin didn't respond right away.
The silence was unnerving. Finally, he spoke again.
"I'm sending some men to your location. They'll make sure the Punisher doesn't bother you again."
Before the Riddler could say anything, Penguin hung up the phone.
The Riddler let out a sigh, feeling relieved that Penguin wasn't going to come after him.
But the threat of the Punisher was still fresh in his mind.
He leaned against the wall, trying to calm his nerves.
The thought of the Punisher coming after him was terrifying.
He'd seen what the Punisher did to criminals. He'd witnessed firsthand how ruthless and violent the vigilante could be.
And he had a feeling that if the Punisher did decide to go after him, there would be no escape.
The Riddler shivered, feeling a cold chill run down his spine.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear the footsteps behind him until it was too late.
A hand grabbed him from behind, shoving him against the wall.
The Riddler let out a cry of surprise, thrashing wildly against his attacker.
A strong arm wrapped around his neck, cutting off his air supply.
The Riddler struggled to breathe, his vision starting to swim.
He tried to scream for help, but all that came out was a strangled gasp.
The person behind him leaned in close, their voice low and dripping with menace.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here."
The Riddler recognized the voice, feeling a fresh wave of fear wash over him.
It was one of Cobblepot's men, the vicious and ruthless Bane.
Bane's grip on the Riddler's neck tightened.
The Riddler tried to speak, but he couldn't form words.
Bane continued, his voice dripping with venom. "You know what Penguin does to people who talk to the wrong people?"
"I didn't give anything up, but that son of a bitch was going to kill me. He had a knife to my throat." The Riddler explained.
Bane's grip loosened slightly, but he still kept the Riddler pinned against the wall.
"Really? He had a knife to your neck?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
The Riddler nodded frantically, trying to convince Bane of his innocence.
"Yes, I swear! He threatened me!” he said, his voice wheezing from the pressure of Bane's arm.
Bane let out a low chuckle.
"And you're telling me you didn't give him any information? Come on, Riddler. You're not that stupid."
The Riddler felt a knot of fear in his stomach.
Bane was right. He was stupid.
He'd been trying to play both sides, giving information to the Punisher while still remaining loyal to Cobblepot.
But now he'd been caught, and he was paying the price.
Bane's smile grew wider.
"You should know better than to play both sides, Riddler. It never ends well."
The Riddler tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat.
Bane leaned in closer, his voice Dropping to a dangerous tone.
"Now, what am I supposed to do with you?"
The Riddler's mind raced, trying to come up with a way out of this mess.
But he couldn't think of anything.
Bane seemed to sense his panic, and his smile grew wider.
"Don't worry, Riddler. I won't kill you. At least, not yet."
The Riddler's eyes widened at that. Not kill him? Not yet.
That meant Bane was going to do something worse.
The Riddler was already trembling with fear, but hearing that sent a new wave of fear coursing through his veins.
"Bane... I'm only guilty of saving my own life." The Riddler said, fear in his eyes.
Bane let out a sharp laugh at that.
He pushed the Riddler harder against the wall, his arm still tight around his neck.
"No, I think I have a better idea."
The Riddler felt a chill run down his spine.
What could be worse than what had just happened?
Bane leaned in close, his eyes gleaming with malice.
"You're going to give me the same information you gave the Punisher. Every last detail."
The Riddler's heart sank at that.
He couldn't betray Cobblepot. He'd be a dead man if he did.
But he couldn't lie to Bane either. He was stuck.
Bane seemed to sense his hesitation.
He leaned in even closer, his lips almost touching the Riddler's ear.
"You'd better do as I say,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “Otherwise, I'll have to find...other ways to persuade you."
"I told him that I didn't work for the Penguin. That we worked together." The Riddler explained.
Bane's eyes narrowed at that.
"Working together?" he repeated, his voice skeptical.
The Riddler nodded, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Yes, that's right."
Bane's grip on the Riddler's neck loosened slightly.
"And you didn't tell him anything else?"
The Riddler shook his head, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe Bane would let him go.
Bane studied the Riddler's face for a moment, clearly trying to decide whether or not to believe him.
Finally, he spoke.
"You're lucky I'm feeling generous today, Riddler."
The Riddler felt a rush of relief at that.
Maybe he could get out of this unharmed.
Then Bane continued speaking, and the relief evaporated.
"But I still think I need some reassurance that you'll keep your mouth shut from now on."
The Riddler's heart sank again.
He had a feeling he knew where this was going.
Bane loosened his grip on the Riddler's neck, but still kept him pinned against the wall.
"What kind of reassurance?" the Riddler asked, his voice shaky.
Bane's smile was menacing.
"Let's call it...a little reminder."
And before the Riddler could say anything, Bane slammed his fist into his gut.
The Riddler doubled over in pain, gasping for air.
He'd been hurt plenty of times before, but this was a whole new level of agony.
Bane grabbed him by the hair, lifting him up so they were face to face.
"Now, do I have your word that you'll keep your mouth shut?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.
The Riddler nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face.
"Yes! Yes, I swear! I won't say anything else!"
Bane's grip on the Riddler's hair relaxedslightly, but he didn't let go.
He leaned in close, his face inches from the Riddler's.
"You'd better not. If I find out you've been talking to the wrong people again, things will be much worse. Understood?"
The Riddler nodded again, fear still coursing through his veins.
"Y-yes. Understood."
Bane let go of the Riddler's hair, pushing him away.
The Riddler stumbled, falling to the ground.
Bane stood over him, towering above him.
"Good. I hope for your sake you keep your word."
The Riddler looked up at Bane, his body trembling.
He knew he'd made a mistake by trusting the Punisher.
But now he was in even deeper trouble with Cobblepot and Bane.
Bane's face was still cold and expressionless.
"Get out of here," he said, his voice gruff.
The Riddler scrambled to his feet, his hands still trembling.
He stumbled away, glancing back over his shoulder as he went.
Bane just watched him go, his eyes never leaving the Riddler's retreating figure.
The Riddler's mind raced as he walked, trying to figure out what to do.
He couldn't go back to Cobblepot. He'd be in even more trouble if he did.
But he couldn't just disappear. Cobblepot would send people after him.
He was in a tight spot.
He needed help. That much was clear.
But who could he go to?
The Punisher was out of the question. He'd caused this whole mess. He was trying to bring them down.
The Riddler sighed, feeling more hopeless with every passing minute.
He had no one he could turn to. No one that would help him.
Feeling lost, the Riddler slumped against a wall, his legs giving out from under him.
He buried his head in his hands, feeling despair washing over him.
He was alone.
He couldn't go to Cobblepot, he couldn't go to the Punisher.
He was trapped.
The Riddler's shoulders shook with silent sobs, the weight of his situation finally sinking in.
He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Cobblepot and Bane were both after him.
He had no one to turn to.
Meanwhile...The Punisher was standing in front of The Iceberg.
The building loomed over him, a towering symbol of Cobblepot's power.
Frank took a deep breath, steeling himself. He was about to enter the lion's den.
He made his way closer to the entrance, keeping his head down and trying to blend in.
He knew he'd have to be careful. Cobblepot was slippery, and his men were loyal.
He paused outside the door, taking a moment to compose himself.
His heart was racing, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
This was it.
He was about to face Cobblepot.
Taking a deep breath, Frank pushed open the door and stepped into the The Iceberg.
Frank walked straight to the back. Where security was there lined up. "Do you need something?" The lead man asked.
Frank tried to play it cool, keeping his voice steady.
"Yeah, I need to see Cobblepot," he said, his eyes not leaving the lead guard.
The man raised an eyebrow at that.
"You want to see Penguin? Why?" he asked, his tone skeptical.
Frank shrugged, trying to look nonchalant.
"I have some business to discuss with him. It's important."
The guard looked him up and down, sizing him up.
"And what makes you think he'll wanna talk to you?"
Frank felt a knot of anger tighten in his stomach.
This guy was getting on his nerves.
"I'm sure he'll be very interested in what I have to say." He said, his voice firm.
The guard just shrugged, looking unimpressed.
"I don't think he'll wanna see you."
Frank felt his patience slipping.
"Just take me to Cobblepot. Now."
The guard's expression darkened at the command.
"Listen, you don't give the orders here." He said, his hand reaching for the pistol on his belt.
Frank bristled, not backing down.
"You sure about that?" he asked, a dangerous edge to his voice.
The guard's hand froze on his gun, his eyes narrowing.
"You threatening me?" he asked, his voice low and threating.
Frank smirked. "You want to find out?"
The guard tensed, his hand clenching into a fist.
This guy was asking for trouble.
"You think you can take me?" he growled, stepping closer to Frank.
Frank stood his ground, not backing down. "I could take you out without breaking a sweat." he said, his voice hard.
The guard was about to say something when another voice interrupted them.
"What's going on here?"
The guard just shrugged, looking unimpressed.
"I don't think he'll wanna see you."
Frank felt his patience slipping.
"Just take me to Cobblepot. Now."
Both Frank and the guard turned to see Oswald Cobblepot approaching them, a smug smile on his face.
"Nothing, boss." The guard said, backing off immediately.
Cobblepot eyed Frank with interest, taking in his appearance.
"You're the Punisher, aren't you?" he asked, his voice surprisingly casual.
Frank was caught off guard by Cobblepot's lack of hostility.
But Cobblepot just seemed...curious.
"I am." He said, his voice wary.
Cobblepot nodded, his smile growing wider.
"Interesting." He said, taking a few steps closer to Frank.
Frank kept his guard up, watching the gangster closely.
He wasn't used to criminal bosses acting so...friendly.
It was throwing him off balance.
Cobblepot stopped in front of him, studying him closely.
"You've made quite a name for yourself, Punisher." he said, his voice almost sounding impressed.
Frank wasn't sure what to say to that.
He'd expected Cobblepot to threaten or attack him, not offer casual conversation.
He grunted in response, still trying to keep his guard up.
Cobblepot chuckled at his reaction.
"You're not very conversational, are you?".
Frank gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to say something sarcastic.
He needed to stay focused.
Cobblepot seemed to find his silence amusing.
He took a step closer, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"What brings you here, Punisher?" he asked, his voice light.
Frank's mind raced.
He could lie and say he was here to talk about something else, or he could be honest.
He decided on honesty.
"I'm here to see you." He said, his voice even.
Cobblepot's smile widened.
"Really? And what exactly do you want to talk about?" he asked, genuinely curious.
Frank hesitated for a moment, deciding how much to tell him.
"I'm interested in a little bird." He said, his eyes not leaving Cobblepot's face.
Cobblepot raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
"A little bird?" he asked, his voice taking on a teasing tone.
"Don't play coy with me, Cobblepot." Frank said, his patience wearing thin.
Cobblepot chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender.
"Alright, alright. Let's talk."
Cobblepot gestured for Frank to follow him, leading the way toward a back room.
Frank followed him, still on guard.
He couldn't help but feel like this was all a trap.
Once they were in the back room, Cobblepot gestured for Frank to take a seat at the desk.
He sat down across from him, a smug smirk on his face.
"So, the little bird you're interested in. Who is it?" he asked, his voice all business now.
Frank leaned back in his chair, considering his words.
He knew the name would get a reaction from Cobblepot. But he still didn't trust him.
"Nygma." He said, keeping his expression neutral.
Cobblepot's eyes widened at the name, clearly surprised.
"The Riddler?" he repeated, his voice betraying a hint of concern.
Frank nodded, watching Cobblepot closely.
He could tell the mention of the Riddler had hit a nerve.
Cobblepot sat back in his seat, his expression thoughtful.
"And what exactly do you want with the Riddler?" he asked, his tone cautious.
Frank leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Cobblepots.
"I want to know what you know about him." He said, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Cobblepot raised an eyebrow at his tone.
"And why should I tell you anything?" he asked, his voice challenging.
Frank leaned closer, his expression narrowing.
"Because I can be a very...persuasive person." He said, the threat clear in his voice.
Cobblepot eyed him for a moment, clearly considering his words.
He let out a sigh, realizing he wasn't going to get out of this without giving up some information.
"Alright, fine. I'll tell you what I know."
Frank sat back, listening intently.
He could tell Cobblepot was holding back, but he'd take whatever information he could get.
Cobblepot paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
"The Riddler started working for me a few weeks ago." He explained, his voice surprisingly open.
Frank nodded, not interrupting.
Cobblepot continued, his voice still holding a hint of caution.
"He's a smart kid with a lot of potential. I thought he could be useful."
Frank listened without comment, his expression still guarded.
He wasn't surprised to hear that Cobblepot was using the Riddler's intelligence for his own gain.
But there was something else in Cobblepot's tone...something almost protective.
Cobblepot sighed, his expression turning almost weary.
"The Riddler is smart, but he's also impulsive. He gets himself into trouble a lot." he said, the hint of concern in his voice becoming clear.
Frank raised an eyebrow at that.
Was Cobblepot actually worried about the Riddler?
That was an unexpected revelation.
Cobblepot seemed oblivious to the surprise in Frank's expression.
"He's gotten himself into a bit of a mess lately." he said, his voice almost tired.
Frank leaned forward, his interest piqued.
"What kind of mess?" he asked, his voice firm.
The Penguin reached for his glass of whiskey, the ice cubes clinking against the crystal as he takes a sip, buying time before he speaks again.
When he sets the glass down, a water ring forms on his expensive mahogany desk.
Frank waited patiently, his eyes never leaving Cobblepot's face.
The gangster sighed, finally breaking the silence.
"The Riddler got a little too cocky." he said, his voice laced with frustration.
Frank's mind raced, trying to piece together what that meant.
"What do you mean, 'a little too cocky'?" he asked, his voice sharp.
Cobblepot sighed again, running a hand through his hair.
"He thought he was smart enough to play both sides." he said, his voice still irritated.
Frank felt a knot of alarm in his stomach.
The Riddler was playing both the mob and him.
He pushed down his rising anger, focusing on the conversation.
"And he got caught." he surmised.
Cobblepot nodded, his expression darkening.
"Yeah. My men caught him trying to sell information to...your side." he said, his tone turning almost bitter.
Frank felt his anger rising at that.
The Riddler had been planning to sell him out the whole time.
He forced himself to stay calm, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice gruff.
Cobblepot sighed again, running a hand over his face.
"My men beat him up pretty badly." he said, his voice carrying an odd mix of anger and concern.
Frank's hands clenched into fists at that.
The Riddler was a pain in the ass, but he didn't deserve to be beaten.
Despite himself, he felt a twinge of sympathy for the idiot.
Cobblepot seemed to pick up on his inner conflict.
"It was absolutely necessary." he admitted, his expression almost apologetic.
Frank didn't respond.
He hated admitting it, but Cobblepot was right.
The Riddler had probably gotten himself into this mess by talking too much.
But still...
"How bad was he hurt?" he asked, his voice gruff.
Frank let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
At least the Riddler wasn't seriously hurt.
Cobblepot spoke again, his voice still tense.
"He'll be fine. He's just got a swollen face and a few bumps."
Frank felt the tension in his shoulders ease at that.
The Riddler was alright.
Not that he cared about the guy.
He definitely didn't care.
Cobblepot's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked.
Frank raised an eyebrow at that, surprised by the question.
"Shoot." he said, his voice cautious.
Cobblepot took another sip of whiskey, his expression thoughtful.
"Why are you so interested in the Riddler?" he asked, his eyes locking onto Frank's.
Frank hesitated for a moment, trying to come up with an answer.
The truth was, he wasn't sure himself.
He'd been tracking the Riddler for weeks now, and he still didn't know why.
He decided on a half-truth.
"I like to know what my enemies are up to." he said, his voice confident.
12
Batman wanted Frank to watch Nygma, and he'd uncovered the scheme connected to the Penguin.
Batman listened thoughtfully, his jaw clenched as Frank filled him in on what he'd learned from Cobblepot.
The mention of the Penguin only made his anger grow.
When Frank finished speaking, there was a long pause on the other end of the line.
Finally, Batman spoke, his voice cold.
"Thank you, Punisher." he said, his tone gruff.
Frank could hear the anger in Batman's voice. He knew the vigilante hated the Penguin as much as he did.
But he also knew that Batman would always keep his cool.
"Don't mention it." he said, his own voice gruff.
Batman moved across the Darkseid controlled city. He knew that The Dark Lord was clinging to Gotham City and its people.
As he made his way across the city, Batman couldn't help but feel a sense of anger towards Cobblepot.
The Penguin was a constant thorn in his side.
He couldn't help but wonder what the mob boss had planned next.
His mind racing, Batman made a mental note to watch the Penguin even more closely.
He would make sure that the Penguin and his henchmen paid for their crimes.
With that thought in mind, Batman continued his patrol, his fists clenched in determination.
But as he moved through the darkness, he couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was brewing.
The Penguin was just a small part of a much larger problem.
And as long as Darkseid had control of Gotham, the battle against crime would continue.
Batman's thoughts drifted to the Riddler as he continued his patrols.
The Riddler was a wild card, unpredictable and unreliable.
He needed to keep a close eye on the Riddler as well.
He would have to keep a close eye on Cobblepot.
The Penguin was too dangerous to be underestimated.
But first, he would deal with the Riddler.
Batman would make sure the Riddler was off the streets, and out of Cobblepot's control.
He would have to keep a close eye on Cobblepot.
The Penguin was too dangerous to be underestimated.
Batman would make sure the Riddler was off the streets, and out of Cobblepot's control.
With a final glance around, Batman disappeared into the night, his mind racing with plans and strategies.
He was determined to take down the Riddler, and he wouldn't stop until the task was finished.
As he glided through the city, Batman couldn't shake the feeling that Cobblepot was up to something even bigger than before.
The Penguin had been quiet lately.
A little TOO quiet.
Batman made a mental note to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity from the Penguin's gang.
He knew better than to underestimate the criminals in Gotham.
They were always plotting and planning, always one step ahead.
Batman would have to be more vigilant than ever if he wanted to stay one step ahead of them.
He would need help.
Batman considered reaching out to his allies, but quickly dismissed the idea.
He couldn't risk putting anyone else in danger.
No, this was something he would have to handle himself.
As he landed on a rooftop, Batman paused for a moment, taking in the view of the city below.
It was beautiful, in its own twisted way.
But he knew that beneath the surface, there was a darkness lurking.
A darkness that he was determined to fight against.
With a determined expression, Batman threw himself into the night once more.
The night was his, and he would not rest until the streets of Gotham were safe once more.
Batman watched Bane marching a group of thugs through the streets. As he watched them, he thought about Bane. How he'd almost overthrown the whole city of Gotham. He was favored by Darkseid.
Bane was a dangerous enemy, and he was loyal to Darkseid.
Batman knew that he couldn't afford to underestimate him.
He would have to be smart, and he would have to be careful.
He was also a skilled fighter, with a ruthlessness that made him a dangerous opponent.
Batman knew he would have to be careful if he ever crossed paths with Bane again.
But for now, he couldn't afford to lose focus.
He had other threats to deal with, and the Riddler was top on his list.
Batman made a mental note to keep an eye out for any signs of Bane's involvement in the events to come.
As he continued his patrol, Batman's thoughts drifted back to the Riddler.
The Riddler was just as dangerous as Bane, but in a different way.
He was unpredictable, and he was driven by ego more than anything else.
They were both working under Oswald Cobblepot, but Batman didn't know exactly how far those bonds went.
The Riddler had been working for Cobblepot for months now, but what exactly did Cobblepot want from him?
And how far would the Riddler go to please his new boss?
Batman needed answers, and he needed them fast. He would have to be careful not to underestimate the Riddler.
Just because he lacked the fighting skill of Bane didn't mean he wasn't dangerous.
He had a sharp mind, and he was more than capable of coming up with elaborate schemes.
Batman knew he would have to tread carefully.
He couldn't afford to make any mistakes when dealing with the Riddler.
A single mistake could mean death, whether to himself or someone he cared about.
He couldn't let that happen.
As he continued his patrol, Batman's mind raced with possibilities.
He needed to find a way to take the Riddler out of the equation, without angering Cobblepot.
It wouldn't be easy, but Batman was determined to find a way.
He would need to use every resource he had at his disposal.
He would need to use his mind, his skill, and his detective skills to outmaneuver the Riddler.
It would be a tricky game, but Batman was ready.
He stumbled down the street, barely able to keep his balance.
He was drunk off his ass, and he knew it.
He didn't have a care in the world.
He was tired of being the Penguin's little errand boy. Pushing his dope, but unwilling to allow his product to hit the Gotham streets.
He stumbled down the sidewalk, trying to catch his balance.
His head was swimming, and he could barely make out the buildings around him.
He stumbled into an alleyway, trying to steady himself.
He leaned against the wall, his head spinning.
He closed his eyes, trying to get his bearings.
But the world was spinning too fast for him to get his bearings.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
But the more he tried, the worse he felt.
He stumbled again, knocking over a nearby trash can.
The noise startled him, and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him.
He stumbled over to the wall and leaned against it, his head in his hands.
He needed to get home. He needed to sleep this off.
He stumbled out of the alley, trying to find his bearings.
His mind was swimming, and he couldn't seem to focus on anything.
He tried to make his way down the street, but his legs felt heavy, and he stumbled and fumbled with every step.
"You look like you could use a hand." A female voice said.
Edward turned around to see Maxine standing there. "What do you need?"
Max looked him up and down. "Probably nothing you have to offer."
Nygma laughed..."you need some dope, huh? Well help me back home."
Maxine raised an eyebrow, but she stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Nygma's waist, helping him stay upright.
The Riddler's hand found it's way to her butt. He was attracted to Maxine, but she'd never let him have the time of day. She just used him for the drugs he was pushing.
"Do you want to spend some time with me?" The Riddler asked.
Maxine rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but chuckle at Nygma's drunken flirting.
"You're in no condition to do anything other than pass out and puke," she said, her tone teasing but firm.
Nygma laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You have underestimated me."
Maxine rolled her eyes again, but she couldn't help but smile.
"I think I've seen you at your worst, Riddler."
They reached Nygma's apartment building, and Maxine helped him inside.
"Can you make it up the stairs?" she asked, eyeing him dubiously.
Nygma seemed to sober up a bit at the sight of the staircase.
He let out a groan, looking at the stairs with dread.
"I think so." he mumbled.
Maxine nodded, still holding onto his arm.
"Come on, let's get you upstairs."
They started climbing the stairs together, Nygma stumbling with every step.
Maxine gritted her teeth, trying to keep him upright.
"You owe me big time for this, Riddler." she said, her voice strained.
He glanced over at her, his eyes still half-closed from the alcohol.
"And what do you want in return?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
Maxine rolled her eyes.
"How about you pay me back by not getting yourself this drunk again?"
Nygma let out a huff, but he didn't argue.
They made it to the top of the stairs, and Maxine helped him to his door.
Nygma fished out his keys, jabbing at the lock a few times before he managed to unlock it.
He staggered inside, and Maxine followed him.
She shut the door behind her, and Nygma stumbled over to the couch, collapsing into it.
He let out a sigh of relief, sinking into the cushions. "Come over here with me."
Maxine rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help smiling at his persistence.
She sat down next to him, watching with amusement as he struggled to stay upright.
"You really know how to charm a girl, Riddler." she said, her voice dry with sarcasm.
"You know I've wanted you." Nygma said. "You're the most beautiful woman."
Maxine couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking her head.
"You say that when you're drunk." she pointed out, her voice teasing.
Nygma's eyes focused on her face for a moment, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
"I'm not that drunk." he said, his voice slurring a little.
He reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of her jawline.
Maxine's expression softened a little, and she didn't pull away.
She knew that Nygma was a mess, but there was something charming about him, even when he was completely wasted.
But she knew better than to get too close to him like this. It could only lead to trouble.
She pushed his hand away gently, her expression stern once more.
"You're lucky I put up with you." she said, her voice firm but not entirely unkind.
Nygma groaned, leaning his head back against the couch cushions.
"You never let me have any fun." he muttered, pouting like a small child.
Maxine couldn't help but grin at that, his petulant expression making her laugh.
"You're lucky I don't just leave you here to sleep it off." she said, pushing herself off the couch.
Nygma sat up, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes.
"You're not going to leave me, are you?" he asked, his voice slurring a little.
Maxine paused, her heart skipping a beat at the pleading look in his eyes.
She wanted to stay, she really did. But she knew it was a bad idea.
"I should." she said, still not moving.
Nygma's expression turned even sadder at that, and he let out another low moan.
"Please don't go." he said, reaching out for her hand.
Maxine hesitated for a moment before sitting back down next to him.
She knew she was just asking for trouble, but she couldn't bring herself to leave him like this.
The Riddler moved in and kissed her lips softly. "You know how badly I want you? To touch every inch of your body?" His voice soft with the smell of liquor on it.
Maxine couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his words, but she pushed it down.
She knew better than to get involved with him like this.
"You're drunk, Riddler." she said, her voice firm.
Nygma's hand found her hip, pulling her closer. "Does it matter?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
His hands pushed up her skirt, revealing her lace panties underneath. "Don't leave anything to question, baby." His voice low and serious.
Maxine felt a shiver run down her spine at his tone, but she pushed him away gently.
"You're not in any state for this, Riddler." she said, her voice firm but not unkind.
"Please?" he asked, his voice still slurring a little.
Maxine's resolve was starting to crumble.
She knew it was a bad idea, but she couldn't help but feel a little tempted. She knew that he was going to take it.
She let out a sigh, her eyes closing for a moment. He wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"You really know how to push my buttons." she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration.
Nygma's expression brightened instantly at her words.
He sat up a bit straighter, his hand still on her hip.
"Does that mean you'll stay?" he asked, his voice hopeful.
Maxine couldn't help but smile at his expression. He looked almost adorable.
Almost.
Maxine's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing red.
She hadn't expected him to be this forward, even in his drunken state.
She felt a mix of excitement and unease, her heart racing. "Riddler..." she said, her voice slightly shaky.
Nygma smirked at her reaction, his eyes roaming over her body.
"You know you want it too."He said, his voice low and seductive.
He reached out and pulled her closer, his hand still on her hip.
Maxine couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his words.
Her mind was warning her to keep her distance, but her body was responding to his touch.
She could feel his hand on her hip, warm and firm. She took a shaky breath.
"You're drunk." she repeated, her voice a little weak now.
Nygma's smile widened as he noticed her hesitation.
He could see the conflict in her eyes, the desire warring with her better judgment.
"So?" he asked, his hand sliding up her thigh.
She shivered at his touch, her skin tingling. As he pushed down his pants.
Maxine's eyes went wide as she watched Nygma undress himself.
Her mind was telling her to stop this, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own.
She could feel her pulse quickening as she watched him, her heart racing.
Nygma reached up and pulled her down onto his lap, the feel of her against him sending a thrill through him.
His hands roamed over her body, his touch hot and urgent.
She could feel herself melting under his touch, her resolve crumbling more and more with every passing second.
Nygma's hands were rough, his touch needy and intense. He pulled her closer, his mouth finding her neck.
She could feel his breath warm against her skin, the scent of alcohol strong on his breath. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment.
Nygma's mouth trailed up her neck to her ear, his voice low and gruff.
"You want this." he murmured, his hands still roaming over her body.
Maxine shivered at his words, feeling a heat building inside her. "I don't think we should. Like this?"
She couldn't deny that she wanted this, that she wanted him.
"Of course we should." Nygma said, as he pushed himself inside her.
She gasped at the sudden intrusion, but relaxed into it.
Maxine let out a soft moan as Nygma entered her, his movements slow and steady.
But her body ignored her better judgment.
She couldn't help but respond to his touch, her arms wrapping around his neck.
Nygma groaned at the feeling of her body clenching around him.
He could feel the heat between them, the intensity building with every passing moment.
He pulled her closer, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
"You feel so good." he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Maxine gasped at his words, the sensation of him so overwhelming.
She could feel his hands on her hips, his grip firm and possessive.
She couldn't help but moan, her body responding to his every touch.
"Riddler..." she gasped, her voice breathless and helpless.
Nygma could feel her growing more and more responsive, her body melting under his touch.
He could see the heat in her eyes, the desire that was consuming her just as much as it was consuming him.
He pressed closer, his own breathing ragged. "Maxine.." he murmured, her name a reverent whisper on his lips.
Maxine could feel herself spiraling out of control, caught up in the intensity of the moment.
She could feel herself reaching the edge, the pleasure building and building.
She clutched him tighter, her nails digging into his skin.
"Oh god, Nygma." she gasped, her voice a desperate plea.
Nygma groaned at the sound of his name on her lips, the sound driving him wild.
He could feel her clinging to him, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Say my name again." he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Maxine gasped as he spoke, her heart racing.
She felt so completely lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of her desire.
"Nygma." she obediently repeated, her voice pleading and needy.
The Riddler groaned, the sound low and urgent.
He loved the sound of his name on her lips, the way she said it.
He could feel himself getting close, the pleasure building to a fever pitch.
"Again." he commanded, his voice rough and gruff.
"Nygma." she gasped, obeying without hesitation.
The word fell from her lips like a prayer, soft and reverent.
She could feel him moving faster now, his movements desperate and urgent.
She let out a moan, her fingers gripping his shoulders tighter.
He could feel her responding to him, her body melting under his touch.
He murmured her name again, the sound an undeniable plea.
"Maxine.." he moaned, his voice rough and needy.
Hearing her name on his lips sent a shiver through her, her body trembling with desire.
She could feel the heat building between them, the intensity of it overwhelming.
She gasped as he moved faster, her mind blank with pleasure.
She couldn't think, couldn't form words.
All she could do was repeat his name, over and over again.
"Nygma.. Nygma.."
The Riddler groaned at the sound of his name, the word a soft, desperate prayer.
He could feel himself getting close, the pleasure growing more and more intense.
He leaned in, his lips inches from her ear. "Where do you want it?" He murmured, his voice gravelly.
Maxine's mind was too hazy with desire to form a coherent thought, her body responding to his touch.
She gasped at his words, her body arching under him.
"Inside." she gasped, her voice trembling. "Please."
Nygma's eyes darkened at her words, a low groan escaping him.
He could feel her response, her body trembling with desire.
He gripped her hips tighter, his own breathing ragged.
"Are you sure?" he murmured, his voice low and possessive.
Maxine could feel her own desire warring with uncertainty, her mind clouded with pleasure.
She wanted this, wanted him more than she could say.
There was a nagging voice in the back of her mind, warning her to be careful, to not get too involved.
But she couldn't hear that voice, not when he was touching her like this.
She nodded, her voice breathless. "Yes."
Nygma groaned at her response, the sound low and needy.
He was lost in the moment, lost in the heat between them.
He could feel himself getting closer, the pleasure almost unbearable.
He leaned in, his lips near her ear. "Maxine.." he murmured, his voice gruff. "I'm going to..." he trailed off, his words lost in a guttural moan.
Maxine gasped at his words, her body responding even more urgently.
She was lost in him, lost in the pleasure he was giving her.
She could feel him getting close, his movements growing more desperate.
"Please." she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "Please."
With a hard final thrust, he exploded deep within her confines. "Oh...Max." Riddler said, as he faded out.
Maxine was panting hard, her body boneless and worn out. She grabbed the bag of dope on the table and snorted from it.
She could still feel him inside her, the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her.
She closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath.
She could feel the effects of the drug starting to kick in, the world going hazy and bright around her.
13
Batman watched from the shadows, his heart racing with anger.
He was there to takedown Nygma and put the Riddler in jail.
He clenched his fists, his anger warring inside him.
He should have known this would happen.
He could hear their moans and pants coming from inside the apartment, clear even from where he stood.
It made his anger boil even more.
The Dark Force Energy was very strong at the moment, and it was even consuming Batman himself. His anger overflowing with malice. He wanted to kill Riddler.
With one swift kick he crushed the front door. Smashing the frame and all inward. Sheetrock and wood went flying into the apartment. Nygma was laying on the couch. His pants around his ankles.
"Get up...Nygma." Batman said, his tone firm and demanding.
A very attractive female was approaching from the bathroom.
Nygma scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with surprise.
He had recognized Batman's voice immediately, and he quickly tried to salvage the situation.
"Batman, wait-!" he started, but the Caped Crusader had other ideas.
Batman advanced on him, his expression furious.
He grabbed Nygma by the front of his shirt, holding him up off the ground.
"You think I don't know what you're doing?" He snarled, his voice dripping with anger.
Nygma's expression was panicked, his eyes wide. "I-I can explain-!" he stuttered.
Batman wasn't interested in explanations, his grip on Nygma's shirt tightening.
"You're coming with me, Nygma." he growled, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Nygma tried to protest. "But what about Maxine?" he asked, his voice hesitant.
Batman wasn't interested in explanations, his grip on Nygma's shirt tightening.
Nygma tried to protest. "But what about Maxine?" he asked, his voice hesitant.
"I'm sure we could charge her with something too. Is that what you want?" Batman inquired.
Nygma's expression turned panicked, his eyes darting to the attractive woman behind him.
Maxine had emerged from the bathroom, still dressed in only a towel.
She looked stunned at the scene in front of her, her eyes wide and bewildered.
Nygma struggled in Batman's grip, trying to free himself.
"No, no, I-I can explain everything." he pleaded, his voice desperate.
Batman's grip only tightened, and he began to drag Nygma towards the hole he had made in the front door.
"You're going to jail, Nygma." Batman said. "Bullock will tell you of all the charges you'll facing." Batman said firmly.
Nygma was clearly terrified, his mind racing for a way out.
His eyes were still on Maxine, the worry clear in his expression.
"No, please, you can't take me away!" he pleaded, struggling against Batman's grip. "I need to take care of Maxine!"
Batman stopped for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.
He hadn't expected Nygma to care so much about Maxine, the woman he'd just been with.
He glanced at her briefly, his expression hardening again.
"She'll be fine." he said gruffly, continuing to drag Nygma towards the destroyed front door.
"No, you don't understand! She needs me!" he cried, his voice cracking with desperation.
Batman paused again, his hands still holding onto Nygma's shirt.
"Why?" he asked, his voice gruff.
Nygma's eyes were desperate as he met Batman's gaze.
"Because...Because I'm not supposed to leave her." he said, his voice low and urgent.
Batman was clearly confused by this response, but he didn't let go of Nygma's shirt.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice sharp.
Nygma took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts.
"It's a long story." he began, his fingers fidgeting nervously with his shirt.
Batman grunted at that, his grip on Nygma tightening again.
"Call Cobblepot for me, sweetheart." The Riddler said, as he waited to go to jail.
Maxine agreed and got into a cab. With Nygma's big bag of cocaine in her purse. Saving Riddler another charge.
Maxine sat in the back of the cab, her mind still spinning from the events at Nygma's apartment.
She couldn't believe what had just happened, and she felt a knot of worry and guilt in her stomach.
She took her phone out of her purse and dialed Cobblepot's number, the phone ringing in her ear.
The phone rang a few times before Cobblepot picked up.
His voice was gruff and impatient. "What?" he snapping into the phone.
Maxine cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice steady.
"I need to see you. It's important." she said, her voice firm despite her anxiety.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line.
Cobblepot sighed, his irritation clear in his voice.
"Can't it wait till tomorrow? I'm busy." he gruffly replied.
"No...it's about Nygma." She said, soft and thoughtful.
That caught Cobblepot's attention.
His irritation was replaced with curiosity.
"What about him?" he asked, his voice sharp.
"Batman arrested him." She said. "Took him to jail."
Cobblepot was silent for a moment, clearly processing this information.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes." he said, before hanging up.
Maxine sighed, putting her phone away.
She leaned back in her seat, her mind racing with worry. She couldn't help but feel a sense of concern.
What was going to happen to Nygma in prison?
What would Cobblepot think of her involvement? She shook her head.
She couldn't afford to dwell on those thoughts right now.
She had to focus on getting through this meeting with Cobblepot.
The minutes ticked by, and soon the cab pulled up outside Cobblepot's hideout.
Maxine took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation to come.
She stepped out of the car, making her way towards the entrance.
The hideout was dimly lit, but she could make out Cobblepot's silhouette sitting in a chair in the corner.
He turned to face her as she entered, his expression hard to read.
She walked up on him. "Hello, darling." His voice low and seductive.
His hand gripped her ass when she got close enough to reach.
"What do you want to drink?" Penguin asked.
Maxine tried to keep her voice steady, even as Cobblepot's hand made her skin crawl.
"Just ice water." she said, taking a step back from him.
Cobblepot's expression darkened at her obvious reluctance.
"Afraid of me, doll?" he asked, his voice silky and smooth.
Maxine couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine at his tone.
She wasn't afraid of him per say, but she was cautious.
She had seen the things Cobblepot was capable of, and she had no interest in crossing him.
"Of course not." she said, her voice firm despite the nervousness in her gut.
"Good...that's good. Because I don't want you to be afraid of me." The Penguin said.
There was a hint of vulnerability in Cobblepot's words, something that made Maxine's heart ache a little.
She knew that beneath the rough exterior was just a man who wanted to be seen.
She took a deep breath. "Can I ask you something, Mr. Cobblepot?"
Cobblepot raised an eyebrow at that, his expression turning curious.
"Of course, doll. Ask away." he said, gesturing for her to continue.
Maxine hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts.
She knew she was taking a risk, but she felt like she had to ask.
"It's about Nygma..." she began, her voice hesitant.
Cobblepot's expression immediately darkened at the mention of Nygma.
His hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white.
"What about him?" he asked, his voice rough.
Maxine swallowed hard, her heart racing.
She had a feeling she was walking on thin ice.
"He...he got arrested tonight." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I've got men trying to get him out." The Penguin said. He slid his hand across her face.
Maxine's skin tingled at the touch, her heart racing.
She couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and attraction to him.
But she couldn't get sidetracked. She needed answers.
"Why do you need him so much?" she asked, her voice firm.
"Don't you need him too?" Penguin's voice, came right back.
Maxine's heart skipped a beat at his question.
She wasn't expecting him to call her out like that.
She paused for a moment, trying to come up with a response.
"Well, yes. He's a reliable partner." she finally said, her voice firm once more.
"Yes...he's reliable enough for me too." The Penguin said.
Maxine could sense the underlying tension in Cobblepot's voice.
She took a deep breath.
"Can I ask you another question?"
Cobblepot paused, his expression wary.
But he nodded. "Go ahead." he said, his voice gruff.
Maxine took a deep breath, her heart racing.
She knew she was pushing her luck, but she couldn't help herself.
"Why didn't you bail him out this morning?" she asked, her voice soft but firm.
Cobblepot's expression darkened at her question.
He took a step closer to her, his hand reaching out to touch her face.
"Because I have bigger things to focus on." he said, his voice low and intense.
Maxine's heart skipped a beat at his proximity, but she forced herself to stay focused.
She could feel the heat radiating off him, his body so close to hers.
"Bigger things?" she repeated, her voice breathless.
Cobblepot's hand traced the outline of her jawline, his touch gentle yet forceful.
He leaned in closer, his face only inches from hers.
"Much bigger." he murmured, his voice a low growl.
Maxine struggled to maintain her composure at his nearness.
She could feel her resolve crumbling, her heart racing with anticipation. She couldn't afford to lose herself in this moment.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Can I ask you one more thing?"
Cobblepot's expression turned curious at her question.
He seemed to be studying her closely. He paused for a moment, debating whether to let her continue.
Finally, he nodded. "One more question." he said, his voice low and gruff. His hands roaming over her curves.
Maxine's heart raced at the touch of his hands.
She could feel the heat radiating between them, the tension almost unbearable.
But she couldn't let herself get distracted.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.
"Why...why did..." she started, her voice faltering slightly.
Cobblepot's expression softened at the sound of her voice, his hands freezing on her body.
He could hear the hesitation in her question, the uncertainty in her voice.
He waited for her to continue, his expression patient.
Maxine took a deep breath, steeling herself.
She knew she was treading on dangerous ground here.
She met Cobblepot's gaze, her eyes meeting his.
"Why...why do you trust Nygma more than me?" she finally asked, her voice soft and desperate.
"Do you want to work for me?" The Penguin inquired. "Is that why you are really here?"
The Penguin slid his hand up her thigh. "What do you want to do?"
Maxine's heart skipped a beat at his question.
She could feel the intensity of his gaze, the power radiating off him.
But she couldn't let herself get caught up in this moment.
She took a deep breath, trying to focus.
"I...I just want to understand." she said, her voice wavering.
The Penguin lifted up the bottom of her skirt, and then leaned in bitting her on the ass cheek.
"What are you doing here tonight, dear?" Penguin asked.
Maxine sucked in a breath as he bit her, her mind racing.
She could feel the burn of his touch, the heat between them almost electric.
But she couldn't let herself get lost in this moment. She took a step back, trying to distance herself from him.
"I...I just came here to talk about Nygqmaa" she said, her voice hoarse.
"Why don't you come over here, and sit on my lap?" The Penguin asked.
Maxine's heart raced at his suggestion, her body betraying her resolve.
She felt drawn to him, compelled by the intensity of his gaze.
But she couldn't lose herself in this moment.
She took a deep breath, shaking her head.
"I...I can't." she whispered, her voice shaky.
Maxine's head was spinning, her mind racing with confused lust.
She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards his power, and the way he was making her feel. She didn't necessarily find him attractive.
But she knew she couldn't let herself give in. She had a thing with Nygma, but not sure exactly what.
She sighed, taking a seat on the couch next to him.
"I...I don't know what I want." she said, her voice soft and vulnerable.
Cobblepot studied her closely, his expression intense.
He could sense the conflict within her, the warring emotions.
He slid a hand over her knee, his touch gentle yet possessive.
"You know what you want." he said, his voice low and alluring. His hands pulled her bare ass on his lap.
Maxine's breathing quickened as she felt herself sitting on his lap, her body pressed against his.
She could feel the heat radiating off him, the intensity of his touch. She tried to resist the urge to melt into him.
"I...I can't." she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Cobblepot's hand moved up her thigh, his grip firm and possessive.
"Why not?" he asked, his voice gentle but insistent.
"I'm with Edward." She murmured.
Cobblepot's expression darkened at the mention of Nygma.
He didn't like the idea of her being with someone else, not when he wanted her so desperately.
He let that desire show on his face, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her.
"You're with him...in what way?" he asked, his voice rough and possessive.
"He's my boyfriend now." She said softly.
Cobblepot's expression hardened at her words, his grip on her thigh tightening.
He didn't like the idea of someone else having her, wanted her for himself.
"Your boyfriend." he repeated, his voice laced with disdain.
Maxine could feel the tension radiating off him, the intensity of his emotions almost tangibile.
She could see the jealousy in his eyes, the frustration in his expression.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"Yes." she said, her voice firmer than before. "He's my boyfriend."
"I want you to sit on my face." The Penguin requested.
Fuck Nygma...this was a beautiful woman who Cobblepot intended on having. Nygma was working for him. "Come get on my face."
Maxine's heart raced at his request, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts.
She felt a mixture of excitement and hesitation.
She knew she couldn't do this, not when she had a thing with Nygma. But the temptation was so strong.
She took a deep breath, trying to force herself to resist.
"I...I can't do that." she said, her voice uncertain.
"Why not?" The Penguin asked.
"I've been with my boyfriend tonight." She murmured softly.
"Oh yeah?" The Penguin inquired. "So you've already been took care of tonight, huh?"
Maxine could hear the edge in his voice, the possessive undertones.
She knew he was jealous, and the thought excited her.
She tried to keep herself steady, her voice firm and controlled.
"Yes. I've already been taken care of." she said, her voice confident despite her conflicting feelings.
Maxine's heart skipped a beat at his words, her body responding to his low, seductive tone.
She could feel the desire burning within her, the pull towards him almost irresistible.
But she fought against it, her mind reminding her of Nygqma.
She swallowed hard, her voice slightly shaky.
"I...I can't." she repeated, her words almost a whisper.
Cobblepot's expression darkened further at her repeated refusal.
He couldn't understand why she was so resistant.
He wanted her, wanted her more desperately than anyone before.
He reached out, his hand cupping her chin, and forced her to look at him.
"You're going to let me have what I want." he growled, his voice a low demand.
Maxine's heart raced at the intensity of his words, her body responding to his touch.
She felt the heat radiating off him, the intensity of his desire almost overwhelming.
But she couldn't give in, couldn't let him have this control over her.
She took a deep breath, her voice firmer than before.
"No." she said, her eyes meeting his. "I'm not going to let you have what you want."
"Oh really... yes, you are." The Penguin said, his tone rough and needy.
"Why do you think I invited you to the hideout, baby?" He said.
Maxine's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts.
She knew he had a point. She had willingly come here, knowing what he wanted.
But she couldn't let herself give in to him, not when she was with Nygma.
She took a deep breath, trying to find her voice.
"I...I shouldn't have come here." she said, her voice hesitant.
Cobblepot's expression hardened at her words, his grip tightening on her chin.
He could feel the desire burning within him, the ache to possess her almost unbearable.
He needed her, needed to have her.
"You should have." he said, his voice low and insistent. "You came here for a reason."
"You didn't even wear any underwear... you know what you came here for." Cobblepot said firmly. "You're just being a little tease." The Penguin said, as he exposed his erect cock.
It was bigger than she thought it would be, but not the biggest she'd ever had, but she didn't really want to do anything else. She saw how bad Nygma wanted her, and she wanted him too. Not his boss.
"Come on now. You have to do what I tell you to do."
Maxine's heart raced at the sight of him, her mind conflicted.
She couldn't deny her attraction to him, the way her body responded to his touch.
But she couldn't let herself give in, not when she had Nygqma waiting.
She stood up, steeling herself against him.
"I...I can't." she said, her voice quivering.
Cobblepot grabbed her and bent her over the table. "Look how wet for me, you are."
The Penguin pushed himself inside her entrance. "Do you want it fast or do you want it slow?" He asked, as he started pumping his overweight hips.
Maxine gasped at his sudden intrusion, her mind racing with a mix of excitement and guilt.
Her body responded to his touches, despite her conflicting feelings.
She couldn't think straight, her mind consumed by sensation.
"Slow." she gasped, her voice a whisper.
The Penguin got a slower rhythm going. She could feel his weight hitting her with a thud. "Do you like this, baby?"
Maxine moaned softly in response, his slow movements sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Her body responded almost involuntarily, her mind lost in the sensation.
She could feel herself melting into him, her defenses crumbling.
"Yes." she gasped, her voice needy and desperate.
"What if I hit it harder, huh baby?" The Penguin asked.
Maxine gasped at the suggestion, her mind torn between excitement and uncertainty.
Cobblepot grabbed her and bent her over the table. "Look how wet for me, you are."
She could feel the intensity building within her, the desire to give in almost overwhelming.
But she couldn't let herself give in completely, her heart still belonging to Nygqma.
"What if I hit it harder, huh baby?" The Penguin asked.
"No." she gasped, her voice shaking. "Slow."
The Penguin grunted at her refusal, but slowed his movements, his pace still methodical but slow.
He could feel the frustration building within him, the desire to take control almost overpowering.
He leaned in, his voice low and insistent.
"You know you want more." he murmured, his hand gripping her hip tightly.
Maxine gasped at his touch, her mind spinning with conflicting emotions.
She couldn't deny the truth of his words, her body responding to his every touch.
But she couldn't let herself give in completely, her heart still loyal to Nyma.
"No." she repeated, her voice a weak whisper. "Slow."
The Penguin's grip on her hip tightened, his frustration growing with each passing moment.
He could feel the tension between them, the tension of desire and resistance.
He couldn't understand why she kept refusing him, why she wouldn't give in to her desires.
"Why won't you let me have this?" he asked, his voice rough with frustration.
"Are you a hooker?" Penguin asked.
He increased his tempo a little bit. "Do you want to make me cum?" His voice low and rough.
"You fuck like a professional." Penguin said, as he started pumping faster. Solid hits against her as he pounded into her mound, missionary style.
Maxine gasped at his words, her mind a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty.
His pace was getting faster, the pleasure building inside her with each passing moment.
She wanted more, her body responding desperately to his every touch.
Maxine gasped at his touch, her mind spinning with conflicting emotions.
She couldn't deny the truth of his words, her body responding to his every touch.
But she couldn't let herself give in completely, her heart still loyal to Nyma.
"No." she repeated, her voice a weak whisper. Maxine gasped at his touch, her mind spinning with conflicting emotions.
She couldn't deny the truth of his words, her body responding to his every touch.
But she couldn't let herself give in completely, her heart still loyal to Nyma.
"No." she repeated, her voice a weak whisper. "Slow."Slow."
But she couldn't let herself give in completely, her heart still belonging to Nygqma.
"Slow." she pleaded weakly, her voice breathless. "Please."
"I want to cum." He replied, as he kept pounding into her. "Do you want me to leave it in?"
"You're not wearing a condom." Max snapped back.
She suddenly remembered the risks, the possibility of getting pregnant by him.
She couldn't let that happen, couldn't put herself in that position.
She took a deep breath, bracing herself against him.
"No." she said, her voice firm despite the pleasure still coursing through her veins.
Cobblepot's pace slowed again, his frustration becoming more evident.
He could feel her resistance, her refusal to give in completely.
He didn't understand why she kept pulling away, why she kept fighting against the pleasure.
He leaned in, his voice urgent and desperate.
"Why can't you just let me have this?" he pleaded, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Maxine could feel the intensity of his plea, the desperation in his voice.
But she couldn't give in, couldn't let herself be consumed by this moment.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself and regain control.
"I...I can't." she said, her voice firm despite the quiver in her words.
Cobblepot's frustration flared at her refusal, at her insistence on fighting against their desires.
He couldn't understand why she kept pushing him away, why she wouldn't let herself just give in.
He pushed himself closer to her, his voice rough and insistent.
"Why not?" he asked, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You were so willing with Nygma tonight."
Maxine's heart skipped a beat at his words, the mention of Nygqma cutting through the moment.
She felt a pang of guilt at the reminder, the memory of the night still fresh in her mind.
She took a deep breath, her voice quiet and insistent.
"That was different."
Maxine's heart skipped a beat at his words, the mention of Nygqma cutting through the moment.
"How is it different? Because you're a whore." Penguin asked
"It was just different."
Maxine felt a tremor run through her at his intensity, his demand for an explanation.
She couldn't put her feelings into words, couldn't explain the difference between her relationship with Nygqma and her current predicament.
She took a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain.
"He...he means something to me." she finally said, her voice soft and hesitant.
She felt it. The Penguin didn't listen to her. "You son of a bitch." She felt his release inside her.
"Do I mean something to you now?" Cobblepot asked.
Maxine's mind spun at his words, her body still trembling with pleasure.
She could feel his release inside her, the weight of his actions sinking in.
She couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't believe she had given in to him.
She looked up at him, her voice low and tired.
"No." she said, her voice soft yet firm. "You're just a mistake."
Maxine's chest clenched at his words, her mind racing with conflicting emotions.
She couldn't believe she had let this happen, couldn't believe she had given in to her desires.
But she couldn't take it back now, the situation was already done.
She sat up, reaching for her clothes.
"You can't always get what you want." she muttered.
Maxine stumbled out of the hideout, her mind still spinning with confusion.
The sunlight hit her skin, the sudden brightness almost blinding.
She took a deep breath of the fresh air.
She couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't believe she had been so stupid.
She quickly pulled her clothes on, trying to feel some semblance of normalcy.
But the memory of what had happened was still fresh in her mind, the pleasure still lingered in her body.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She needed to think, needed to figure out what she was going to do next.
She found herself wandering the streets, her mind still spinning with the events of the morning.
She couldn't focus on anything, her thoughts consumed by the memory of what had happened.
She couldn't help but question herself, wonder what she was becoming.
And yet...despite it all...a small part of her couldn't help but relish in the pleasure she had experienced. She pulled out her bag of cocaine and snorted some.
The drug hit her system, the rush of pleasure mixing with the guilt and confusion.
She couldn't help but feel a little bit of excitement, despite the worry and uncertainty she was feeling.
She took another bump, the rush of pleasure intensifying.
She kept trying to ignore the guilt and uncertainty that was eating away at her inside.
Darkseid watched Max as she walked and thought about how she'd gotten herself in a bad situation. Darkseid knew the turmoil within her. Her addiction had gotten her violated and hurt.
There was also potential in her. She was willing to do whatever it took. She could piece herself together, and she was resilient. Darkseid knew she lacked intelligence. Not ability or willpower.
Maxine continued to wander the streets, her mind still racing.
The cocaine was making her feel a little more confident, her body buzzing with energy.
She felt a sense of recklessness, a little less worried about the consequences of her actions.
She was lost in her thoughts when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Hey, darlin'."
Maxine froze at the sound, her heart skipping a beat.
She turned to see Frank Castle standing there. She remembered the wild night that they'd shared. Frank was a great lover. She thought he'd gone back to New York...but here he was.
"Oh Frank." She hugged him.
Frank could smell the sex on here, and he knew what she'd been doing.
"How have you been?" Frank asked.
He looked at her disheveled face, and knew this wasn't the Maxine he'd gotten down with.
Max tried to smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.
"I've been...okay." she said, her voice hesitant.
Frank could see the worry and uncertainty in her face, the evidence of the turmoil she was going through.
He couldn't help but feel a hint of concern.
He took a step closer, his eyes focused on hers.
"You sure about that?" he asked, his voice gruff but gentle.
Maxine's heart skipped a beat at his question, at the concern in his voice.
She wanted to tell him everything, to pour out her feelings and her worries.
But she couldn't bring herself to do it, couldn't bring herself to face the judgement.
"I'm fine." she said instead, her voice firm.
Frank studied her face, his eyes filled with concern.
But he didn't push her, didn't try to force her to open up.
He knew that she needed to come to him when she was ready, when she was willing to trust him.
He took a step back, giving her some space.
"Okay." he said, his voice gruff. "If you say so."
Maxine felt a pang of guilt at his words, at the care in his voice.
She wanted to tell him, wanted to unburden herself to someone she trusted.
But she couldn't bring herself to do it, couldn't bring herself to face the judgment.
So she just nodded, trying to keep her own facade in place.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she repeated, her voice a little softer this time.
She wished that Frank loved her like Nygma did. She wanted to be with him. She'd tell him if she believed that he loved her. She'd tell him everything, but it wasn't like that.
Frank could see the sadness in her eyes, the wish for something more.
He cared for her, but he knew that his feelings weren't strong enough for a true relationship.
He felt responsible for her, knew that she was struggling and needed help.
But he couldn't give her what she truly needed. He couldn't be that person.
So he just nodded, his voice gruff but gentle.
"Alright, darlin'. Take care of yourself."
Maxine felt a pang of heartache at his words, at the knowledge that he couldn't give her what she needed.
She wanted to reach out, to hold onto him and never let go.
But she knew it wouldn't work, knew that there was no future for the two of them.
So she just nodded, her voice soft and filled with sadness. "You too."
14
Nygqma sat in the cold, hard chair. He was exhausted, his body sore.
The interrogation had been intense, with Harvey asking question after question.
But Nygqma refused to break, refused to admit to anything.
He knew that they didn't have any real evidence against him, knew that he could beat this.
He just had to stay focused.
Harvey leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Nygqma.
He could see the exhaustion in Nygqma's face, the toll that the interrogation was taking on him.
But Harvey wasn't going to let up, wasn't going to let Nygqma off this easily.
He leaned in, his voice low and firm.
"You're not going to keep silent forever."
Nygqma met Harvey's gaze, his eyes defiant.
He was tired, but he wasn't going to let them break him.
He knew what his rights were, knew that he didn't have to say anything.
He just had to keep his mouth shut and his wits about him.
"We'll see about that." he said simply, his voice firm despite his exhaustion.
Harvey's eyes narrowed at his response, his frustration growing.
He could feel the pressure to get information mounting, the pressure to break Nygqma.
He leaned in even closer, his voice rough with irritation.
"You think you're tough, huh?" he asked, his voice filled with sarcasm.
Nygqma let out a gruff laugh, his resolve growing.
He leaned back in his chair, his voice confident and cocky.
"Oh, I'm tougher than you think."
Harvey's irritation turned to anger at Nygqma's response.
He slammed his fist onto the table.
"You think you can just sit there and play tough guy?" he snapped, his voice harsh. "You're in my house now, and you're going to tell me what I want to know."
Nygqma's resolve faltered for a moment at Harvey's intensity.
But he quickly regained his composure, his resolve stronger than ever.
He leaned back in his chair, his voice steady despite the fear lurking beneath.
"What if I don't?" he asked, his voice a daring challenge.
Harvey's eyes flared with anger.
He could feel the frustration boiling over, the need for answers escalating.
He leaned in, his voice a sharp edge.
"Then you can spend the rest of your life rotting in Arkham."
Nygqma tensed at the mention of Arkham.
He knew the horrors of that place, knew the horrors that happened within its walls.
He couldn't let that happen, couldn't let himself be sent there.
But he refused to break, refused to give in to Harvey's threats.
"I think I'll survive." he said, his voice defiant yet uncertain.
Harvey's eyes sparked with fire at his response.
He was angry, desperate to break Nygqma's resistance.
He leaned in even closer, his voice a low growl.
"You think you're so smart, huh? You think you know everything?"
Nygqma's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing.
He could feel the pressure mounting, the weight of the situation getting heavier.
But he refused to back down, refused to break.
He sat up straight, his voice firm despite the doubt lurking beneath.
"I know enough. I know when I get out of here, you're the first person I am going to kill."
Harvey's eyes flared with anger at Nygqma's threat.
He lunged across the table, his hand grabbing Nygqma by the collar.
"You won't get the chance, you bastard." he growled, his voice rough with fury.
Nygqma's body tensed at the sudden aggression, his heart racing with fear.
He could feel Harvey's grip on his collar, the threat of violence in the air.
But he didn't let fear consume him, didn't let himself give in to the fear.
He leaned in, his voice defiant despite the fear churning in his stomach.
"You'll have to kill me first."
Harvey's eyes widened at Nygqma's response, his grip tightening on his collar.
He could feel the anger bubbling over, the urgency to get answers rising.
He pulled Nygqma closer, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
"Maybe I will."
Nygqma's heart skipped a beat at the threat, his mind racing.
He could feel the fear rising inside him, the uncertainty of what Harvey would do.
He couldn't let himself show his fear, couldn't let himself give in to his uncertainty. He steadied himself, his voice firm despite the fear in his heart.
"You're all talk." Nygma said.
Harvey's anger flared at Nygqma's defiant words, his grip on him tightening.
He was beyond furious now, beyond reason.
He leaned in even closer, his face mere inches from Nygqma's.
"You think I won't follow through?" he growled, his voice a low rumble.
Nygqma's heart pounded in his chest, his fear growing exponentially.
He could see the intensity in Harvey's eyes, the danger in his actions.
He struggled to maintain his resolve, tried to push aside the fear that was eating at him.
"You don't have the guts." he said, his voice wavering despite his best efforts.
Harvey's eyes narrowed at Nygqma's response, the challenge in his words.
He could feel the anger building within him, the desperation to make Nygqma crack.
He leaned in even closer, his grip on him tightening even more. "You don't know what I'm capable of."
Nygqma's heart raced, his mind spinning with fear and uncertainty.
The intensity in Harvey's eyes was unsettling, the desperation in his grip on him frightening.
He fought to maintain his composure, to push aside his fear and doubt.
But the fear was overpowering.
He tried to resist, tried to keep his voice steady. "Do your worst."
Harvey's anger was beyond containment now, his grip on Nygqma becoming almost crushing.
His face was mere inches from Nygqma's, his anger a tangible force.
His voice was a dangerous low rumble as he leaned in, his words a dangerous whisper.
"You have no idea what I can do to you, Nygqma."
Harvey grunted in annoyance at the interruption.
His mind was consumed with trying to break Nygqma, to get him to crack.
He turned away from Nygqma, his eyes fixed on the officer. "What does he want?" he asked gruffly.
The police officer shrugged, his expression neutral.
"He said he needs to speak with Nygqma immediately." he said simply.
Harvey's eyes narrowed at the message, his irritation growing.
He didn't want to give up his interrogation, didn't want to give Batman the chance to talk to Nygqma.
But he knew better than to ignore Batman's request. He let out a frustrated huff.
"Fine. Let him in."
The police officer left the room, returning a moment later with Batman.
Batman entered the room, his demeanor serious and intense.
He took in the scene before him, taking in Harvey's grip on Nygqma and the intense atmosphere in the room.
His eyes zeroed in on Nygqma, a stern intensity in them.
Harvey grunted at Batman's arrival, his annoyance still evident.
He let go of Nygqma, standing up straight as he faced Batman.
"What do you need?" he asked gruffly.
Batman didn't respond, his focus entirely on Nygqma. He stepped closer to him, his eyes fixed on him.
He could see the exhaustion in Nygqma's face, the strain of the interrogation taking its toll.
He leaned down, his voice firm yet gentle.
"Can you stand?" he asked, his voice low and steady.
Nygqma's head whipped up at Batman's words, his eyes meeting his.
He was exhausted, his body sore from the interrogation.
He tried to stand, but his legs gave out under him.
Batman caught him before he could hit the ground, supporting him upright.
Harvey watched as Batman helped Nygqma stand, his irritation growing.
He didn't like seeing Nygqma being helped, didn't like seeing Batman taking control.
He grunted, his voice gruff. "What are you doing?"
Batman ignored Harvey's protest, his focus solely on Nygqma.
He steadied Nygqma, supporting him as he regained his balance.
He could feel the exhaustion radiating off Nygqma, the toll the interrogation had taken.
He kept a firm grip on him, his voice soft but firm.
"You alright?" he asked, concern evident in his tone. "What can you tell me about Cobblepot?"
Nygqma took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
His mind was spinning, his body aching from the interrogation.
But the mention of Cobblepot caught his attention.
He looked up at Batman, his expression firmer despite his exhaustion.
"What do you want to know?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse but still steady.
Harvey snorted at Nygqma's response, his irritation evident.
He couldn't believe that Nygqma wasn't talking, wasn't giving them anything to work with.
But he kept his mouth shut, letting Batman handle the interrogation.
Batman kept his focus on Nygqma, his voice still firm and steady.
"I find that hard to believe." he said. "You work closely with him. I know you know something."
Nygqma took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
He was exhausted, his mind hazy and his body aching, but he didn't waver, didn't let his resolve fade.
"I know things, but nothing concrete." he said, his voice raspy and slightly strained.
Batman was listening.
Harvey was listening as well, his irritation giving way to curiosity.
He didn't like not knowing what was going on, didn't like being out of the loop.
He leaned in, his eyes fixed on Nygqma.
"What do you mean 'nothing concrete'?" he asked gruffly.
"The Penguin doesn't tell me what's going on. He works on a need to know basis." Nygma informed them.
Harvey grunted at Nygqma's words, his frustration growing.
He didn't like not having all the information, didn't like being in the dark.
But he tried to keep his temper in check, tried to keep himself from lashing out.
Batman, on the other hand, seemed intrigued by Nygqma's revelation.
He leaned in closer to him, his eyes narrowing.
"And you still go along with it?" he asked, his voice skeptical.
"The money is good." The Riddler answered.
Harvey snorted at his response, his irritation flaring again.
But he kept his thoughts to himself, letting Batman take the lead.
Batman was deep in thought, his mind processing the information that Nygqma had given them.
He seemed lost in thought for a moment, his eyes still fixed on Nygqma.
Finally, he spoke up again.
"Tell me about the money he's paying you."
Harvey's eyes widened at Nygqma's words, the realization hitting him suddenly.
He couldn't believe he had missed it, that he hadn't seen the signs earlier.
Batman also seemed surprised by the revelation, his eyes narrowing in thought.
"So you're his new drug runner." he said, his voice dark with realization.
Nygqma nodded, his expression weary but firm.
He was tired, his body aching from the long interrogation.
But he didn't waver, didn't let his resolve falter.
Harvey couldn't believe what he was hearing, the weight of the revelation settling on him.
He glared at Nygqma, his anger flaring.
"You've been moving drugs for him, huh?" he asked, his voice gruff with anger.
Nygqma nodded again, his response simple and honest.
Harvey let out an angry grunt, his hands clenching into fists.
His anger at Nygqma's involvement was rising, his frustration escalating.
Batman noticed the anger radiating from Harvey, the intensity of his emotions.
He laid a hand on Harvey's arm, his voice firm but calm. "Calm down, Bullock." he said, his eyes fixing on Harvey.
The door opened again and Commissioner Gordon entered the room.
"What do we have here?" His voice low.
Harvey's attention snapped to Gordon, his anger still burning within him.
He hated not being the one in control, hated being kept out of the loop.
He grunted, his voice gruff and agitated.
"We're talking with Nygma here." he said simply.
Gordon raised an eyebrow at that, his expression curious.
He knew Harvey's history with Nygqma, knew the animosity between them.
But he was surprised to see them in the same room, let alone working together.
He looked from Harvey to Nygqma, his eyes fixed on the latter.
"Is that right?" he asked, his voice calm yet firm.
Nygqma nodded, his exhaustion evident but his resolve still strong.
He was tired, his body sore from the interrogation.
But he didn't falter, didn't let his determination waver.
Batman stepped in, his voice low and calm.
"Nygmaa has been working for Cobblepot. We've been discussing the details." he said, his eyes turning to Gordon.
Gordon's eyes widened at the information, his surprise evident.
He hadn't expected Nygqma to be involved in something like this, hadn't expected him to be working for Cobblepot.
But he was impressed, impressed that they had gotten information so quickly.
He looked back at Nygqma, his expression intense.
"You've been working for Cobblepot? Doing what?" he asked, his voice firm yet intrigued.
Harvey grunted his frustration, his anger at the situation evident.
He wanted more information, wanted to hear everything Nygqma had say.
He knew when to quit, knew when to let go.
He threw up his hands, his voice gruff and agitated.
"Fine. We're done here."
Batman's eyes turned to him, his expression stern.
"Bullock." he said, his voice a warning.
Harvey grunted in response, his hands clenching into fists.
Gordon took a step towards Nygqma, his eyes fixed on him.
Nygqma looked up at Gordon, his eyes meeting his.
He was exhausted, his mind and body tired from the interrogation.
But he saw the determination in Gordon's eyes, the intensity behind them.
He knew that this wasn't over, that Gordon wasn't done with him yet.
Gordon stood in front of Nygqma, his expression serious and focused.
He knew there was more to this situation, more to Nygqma's involvement with Cobblepot.
He studied Nygqma's face, looking for any sign of deception or hesitation.
He then spoke, his voice firm but also understanding.
"Nygmaa, we need you to cooperate with us."
"I've told you everything that I'm going to say." The Riddler said.
Gordon's eyes flickered at that, his expression darkening at the response.
"I'm all out of free information." The Riddler said.
He had expected resistance, had expected Nygqma to be difficult.
But he wasn't going to let him get away that easily.
He leaned in close to Nygqma, his voice low and firm.
"I can make it worth your while."
"Oh, Commissioner Gordon, I know you can." Nygma said.
Gordon leaned in closer, his eyes locked on Nygqma's.
He could see the flicker of interest in Nygqma's eyes, could sense his desire.
He knew he had him now.
His voice was low, his words a promise.
"I guarantee it."
Nygma couldn't help but be intrigued, his interest piqued.
He leaned in slightly, his voice a little more interested.
"You have my attention."
Gordon couldn't help but smirk at that, his confidence growing.
He knew he had the upper hand, knew he had the advantage.
He leaned in even closer, his voice a little more confident.
"And I can keep it."
The corner of Nygqma's mouth twitched into a small smile.
"Can you walk me out of here, Mr. Gordon?"
Gordon's smirk grew at that, his confidence skyrocketing.
He held out his arm to Nygqma, his eyes fixed on him.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Nygqma took his arm, leaning on him for support.
He was tired, his body aching from the interrogation.
But the prospect of freedom was too enticing to resist.
He let Gordon lead him out of the room, leaving Batman and Harvey behind.
15
Gordon realized after talking to Nygma, that Cobblepot was well protected.
The Riddler's confession revealed that Cobblepot was supplying drugs to criminals and Gotham's elite.
"The Court of Owls purchase their cocaine from Cobblepot. Your officers are using his drugs. Do you think that they want The Penguin removed?" Nygma laughed.
"No... I don't think that they would." Gordon answered.
Gordon frowned as Nygqma spoke, his words hitting a nerve.
He had been trying to take down the Court of Owls for months, had been trying to expose their corruption.
And now he was learning that they were getting drugs from Cobblepot, that they knew about his operation.
His frustration was evident, his voice intense. "Those bastards."
Nygqma chuckled at Gordon's reaction, his smile mocking.
He knew he had hit a nerve, knew he had stumbled onto something big.
"You thought they were clean, Commissioner?" He asked, his voice a mix of arrogance and amusement.
Gordon's jawclench at the question, his anger rising.
He had suspected the Court of Owls were corrupt, but he had never suspected them to be involved with Cobblepot.
His thoughts were swirling, his mind racing with possibilities.
"No." he finally managed to say, his voice tight with anger. "I didn't."
He had hit the target, had discovered something the commissioner hadn't known.
He leaned in slightly, his eyes fixed on Gordon's face.
"But you weren't going to ask them about Cobblepot, right?"
Gordon's expression darkened at the question, his mood growing even more sour.
He hadn't considered asking the Court of Owls about Cobblepot, had assumed they didn't know about him.
But now he was realizing that he had been wrong, that they might have more information than he thought.
He gritted his teeth, his voice gruffly. "No."
"You realize that if you arrest The Penguin that they're going to have you removed, huh?" Nygma asked. A hint of arrogance in his voice. "Can I go now, or are you charging me for something?"
Jim looked at him like he was crazy. "Hell no... you are not going anywhere, Nygma."
Nygqma's arrogance faltered slightly at Gordon's words, his smirk fading.
He had been so confident, so sure of himself.
But now he was realizing that he wasn't in control, that Gordon wasn't going to let him go.
He tried to hide his growing sense of unease, his voice still cocky despite the fear creeping in. "And why not?"
Gordon's expression remained stern, his eyes fixed on Nygqma.
He wasn't going to let him go, wasn't going to let him walk away.
He took a step closer, his voice firm.
"Because you're going to help me take down Cobblepot."
Nygqma's eyes widened at that, his cocky facade slipping.
He had expected Gordon to arrest him, not offer him a deal.
He hesitates for a moment, the words finally sinking in.
"...You want me to help you bring down Cobblepot?"
Gordon nodded, his expression serious.
He meant what he said, wanted Nygqma's help.
He took another step closer, his eyes fixed on him.
"I do."
"Not happening, Commissioner... no way, no how." Nygma said. His tone firm and conclusive.
Gordon's jawclench at the rejection, his frustration rising.
He had expected resistance, but he hadn't expected out right rejection.
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check.
"Why not?" he asked, his voice firm again. "You obviously don't want to go to prison. This could be your way out."
"Because what good is being out, and being in the graveyard?" Nygma asked.
Gordon's eyes narrowed at that, his anger and annoyance growing.
He didn't like being challenged, didn't like having his authority challenged.
He took a step closer, his voice gruff.
"You think I can't protect you?"
Nygqma's confidence was growing, his smirk returning.
He could tell he had hit a nerve, that Gordon was getting angry.
He leaned in slightly, his voice filled with arrogance. "I know you can't."
"Bane could've killed me last night, but where were you or your men?" Nygma asked. "You would've found me dead."
Gordon's expression darkened at the comment.
Gordon tensed at Nygqma's words, his anger flaring.
He had been so focused on other things, he hadn't even thought about the threat Bane posed.
However, now he was realizing the consequences of his oversight.
He gritted his teeth, his voice tight with fury. "You could have called me."
Nygqma shrugged, his smirk growing wider.
He had Gordon right where he wanted him, had forced him to acknowledge his mistake.
He leaned in a little closer, his voice laced with arrogance.
"And you would've gotten there when?"
Gordon's face reddened at that, his anger reaching its peak.
He had been outplayed, had been made to look like a fool.
He took a step closer, his voice harsh.
"I would've gotten there. Eventually."
Nygqma's smirk turned into a mocking smile, his eyes fixed on Gordon's face.
He could see the anger and frustration in his eyes, the helplessness he felt.
He leaned in even closer, his voice teasing yet also challenging.
"Eventually, huh? Fuck you, Commissioner."
Gordon's anger boiled over at that, his patience reaching its limit.
He lunged forward, grabbing Nygqma by the collar.
He slammed him against the wall, his face inches from his.
"Don't test me, Nygma." he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Nygqma's eyes widened at the sudden movement, his arrogant facade fading quickly.
He could see the anger and aggression in Gordon's eyes, the intensity behind them.
He tried to regain his composure, his voice now a little shaky. "Or what?"
Gordon's grip on his collar tightened, his anger still raging. He was tired of being challenged, tired of being pushed around.
He leaned in close, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Or I'll make damn sure you spend the rest of your life behind bars."
Nygqma's smirk returned, albeit more forced this time.
He couldn't help but feel a little scared, but he wasn't ready to back down completely.
He leaned in closer, his voice a little more defiant. "You don't have the balls."
Gordon's eyes narrowed at the challenge, his anger intensifying.
He couldn't believe this guy, he couldn't believe the nerve he had.
He gritted his teeth, his voice low and dangerous. "Wanna bet?"
Nygma's bravado faltered for a moment, his confidence wavering for a split second.
But he wouldn't back down completely, he couldn't let himself fall that easily.
He steadied himself, his voice more confident again. "Yeah, Commissioner. I do."
Gordon's eyes locked on Nygqma's, his grip on his collar tightening even more.
He could see the uncertainty creeping into Nygqma's eyes, but he wasn't going to let up.
He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Then you're on."
Nygqma's eyes widened at the resolve in Gordon's voice, his confidence shaken.
He had underestimated Gordon, thought he could push him around.
But now he was realizing that wasn't the case, that Gordon wasn't going to back down.
He swallowed hard, his voice a little shaky. "Game on."
Continued in Darkseid of Gotham City #6.
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