Bloodfall: Special Delivery

I woke up in the alley behind Finnigan's, slightly hung over and Dwight's head still in a bag near me. Good. No hobos stealing my shit tonight. I got in my "car" And headed to Gotham heights, where Arnold lived. It was early in the morning, so hopefully his kids would be sleeping in. They sure as hell wouldn't be at school, what with it being a Saturday and all. I pulled up into his driveway. Luckily his nearest neighbors are like a mile or so away, so nobody can see the giant armored barrel rolling up the goddamn driveway. I took off my sweaty-ass helmet and stuck Dwight's still-bagged head in there, to hide it from the wife. She knows me, but I'm sure she doesn't want to see it. And god forbid the kids are around... I knocked on the door to the mansion, and wouldn't you know it, Miss Patton herself was there. She looked surprised to see me in the armor.

 

"Hello, Miss Patton. Is your hubby around?"

 

"Early much, BF? He's on the deck, Come in!"

 

"Uhhh...your kids aren't around, right?"

 

"Don't worry, they're still asleep. It's a Saturday, after all."

 

Good! I'm the last thing they should see...."

 

She lead me through the mansion to Arnold. I've been here before, but FUCK this place is nice!I guess that's what being a weapons designer gets you. Finally, on the other side of this place was the deck, and Arnold looking out to the yard, still in his pajamas. Before I said a damn thing, he turned around, saw me, and smiled.

 

"There he is! My favorite hero!"

 

"You've got some loose terms if you're calling me a hero."

 

"Well, you're MY hero! Getting rid of worthless weapon trading scumbags for me and all that. I take it it went well?"

 

"His head is in the helmet here. This piece of shit is no longer a problem."

 

'You save my family and now my business! Is there anything you can't do?"

 

"I can name a few things."

 

"Yeah right....Y'know, I don't know why you're so scared of my kids seeing you. They still remember you from when you saved them and Donna years ago. They were so little back then...They ask me all the time about you."

 

"Despite how brave your little ones are, I'm the last person they should meet. That time there life was on the line long ago was just that: long ago."

 

"I don't get it though, what are you so scared of?"

 

" I just brought a fucking head to your doorstep. That's something your kids shouldn't see."

 

"My kids are never gonna see your work. But I think they should know the man who saved them. The man they look up to so much."

 

"Goddammit. Of all the people in Gotham to look up to, me? The psycho in armor who maims and mutilates criminals? They got Batman, Robin..."

 

"They didn't save them from worthless kidnappers."

 

"................................"

 

"Well look, your armor is being repaired, but it'll take a day or to. 'till then, use that armor there."

 

"Thanks, but don't expect me to do this again."

 

"Do what?"

 

"Killing for payment. I'm not some fucking assassin. Not now, not ever!"

 

"He was a scumbag selling weapons under the table. He's your type of prey!

 

"You know what I mean, Arnie."

 

"Alright, alright, I get it. Anyway, you want some coffee or something? I've got some in t kitchen all nice an hot, ready to go!"

 

" Sorry, I gotta go home and catch some sleep, and get rid of this shitbag's head. I've got work to do tonight."

 

 

 

 

 

 

Done