Killer Moth: Savage Hell Finale- Walled In

Cobb stirred his tea slowly, his other hand tapping against his thigh erratically, as his eyes scanned the room for any sign of the card. "It’s not coming, is it?" he spoke at last.

 

"No," Nygma confessed. "I don’t think so."

 

"It’s a shame, we made a real connection this evening," Cobb said, reaching into his robes and grabbing a round detonator.

 

"Don’t!" the group yelled in unison, but it was too late. The gloved fingers made contact with the device and then- Click.

 

Nothing happened.

 

"That’s not right," Cobb stammered.

 

"Yes, it is," Kuttler's voice rang out. "I’m afraid there will be no nuclear holocaust tonight. At least, not one in Gotham..." he added hastily, his eyes drawn to the still smoking remains of Havenrock.

 

"Noah," Drury exclaimed jovially. "My knight in lilac spandex! You saved us!"

 

"Yes, I suppose I did."

 

Nygma straightened his tie, and raised a grateful hand towards his colleague. "Thank y-" he began, only to be cut off. Kuttler punched him across the face, hard. For a moment, Nygma was concerned that he had learned about his daughter's death, or perhaps even their role in Havenrock.

 

Instead, Kuttler merely scowled. "That's for my mug! There’s a lipstick stain I’m not getting out!

 

Sionis glanced at him warily. "Are you sure that’s all you’re mad about?"

 

"Yeah, why?" Kuttler snapped back suspiciously.

 

"No reason."

 

Cobb shifted around in his handcuffs anxiously. "What happens now?" he asked. "You’re going to execute me?" he presumed.

 

"I don’t do that," Drury stated.

 

Cobb nodded, smirking slightly. "Yes, of course. That’s more your wife’s thing, isn’t it?"

 

"Ok, maybe I can make an exception," Drury began, a hand on his holster.

 

"Go ahead," Cobb retorted. "It’d be doing me a favour. A quick death!"

 

Riddler tutted at them condescendingly. "I’ve got a better idea."

 

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Arkham Forest. Two Miles Away

 

A yellow blur burst through the forest, it's source racing towards the Arkham ruins. Cobb would be dealt with,

 

The bullet hurled through Thawne's shin, his momentum interrupted, he was thrown along the hard ground.

 

"Getting slow in your old age?" a voice asked.

 

"Miss Gaige," Thawne coughed. "What a surprise, albeit far from a pleasant one."

 

A guttural scream bellowed from behind them. For a second, Thawne's red eyes shifted to his natural blue, his voice grew higher as his anxiety mounted.

 

"Get out of my way," he snarled.

 

"No," Miranda said firmly, her hand pressed tensely against her scabbard.

 

"Oh, I see," Thawne nodded disappointedly. "Why should you even care," he grunted. "He wasn't even blood."

 

The voice screamed again, and Thawne's voice shifted back to panic. "I'm taking that card," he stated.

 

"No," Miranda repeated.

 

Thawne's body crackled with red lightning. "I really don't have time for this..." he chuckled. "Who's stopping me? You? Those idiots in the Asylum upstairs?"

 

"That."

 

Thawne tilted his head around, and took a step back. The figure was thin and gaunt; skeletal, rotting flesh hung from its' bony body, and it wore a Flash costume. Black, with red fins and boots. Its' dead, white eyes latched onto Thawne and with a inhuman screech, and though he made a final, desperate run from it, it tackled him to the ground, and forced it's hand around his skull.

He knew, that in his current state, he had no way to fight it, that this was it, but he struggled and screamed until his last breath regardless. And as the Black Flash did its work, and the last traces of the speedforce was drained from Thawne's veins, the yellow suit fell to the ground. Empty. And as quickly as it had arrived, the Black Flash was gone once more.

 

Miranda crouched beside the last remnants of the Reverse-Flash, held his ring in her hand, and hurled it swiftly into the air.

 

 

~

 

Jules- Get in.

 

Cobb- You can’t lock me up!

 

Riddler- Why not? You’re obviously not of sound mind, you destroyed one city and threatened another. All over a piece of laminated card.

 

Drury- *snort*

 

Cobb- Oh do you find my predicament amusing Walker?

 

Drury- A bit. But that’s not why I’m laughing. It’s your cell mate.

 

Cobb- What about him?

 

Drury- See, after Blackfire destroyed this place, all the inmates either escaped or died. Except him. His cell door must’ve gotten stuck

 

Cobb- Hilarious

 

Drury- Don’t you get it?

 

Cobb- No.

 

Drury- He’s called *snort* Getaway Genius! Hahahaha! Getaway. Genius. Hahahaha!

 

Blake- But that was... two years ago! How are you alive?

 

Genius- I ate some things I’m not proud off

 

Riddler- I don’t want to keep you in here -but- it’s too perfect!

 

Genius- It’s ok man, I get it. It’s like Mr Freeze dying of hyperthermia

 

Drury- Ah, he’s such a good sport! Don’t worry man, we’re giving you some company

 

Genius- Thanks.

 

Cobb- But... you can’t! You can’t!

 

Ragdoll- And thus, the threat has concluded!

 

Blake- Hey Doll, nice mask!

 

Ragdoll- Quite. This has been a near perfect day.

 

Drury- Who wants ice cream?

 

Ragdoll- I stand corrected. This has been a perfect day!

 

Drury- Hey Gar? Yeah, Cobb’s been defeated. I know, we haven’t talked in weeks! Listen, I’ve got some rhubarb crumble with your name on it!

 

Gar- Don’t play with my emotions.

 

Drury- I’m not! I’ve got it right here.

 

Gar- Son of a bitch. See you at Lenny’s?

 

Drury- See you at Lenny’s

 

Eraser- I didn’t hear you ask me about that.

Drury- C’mon man. Apple and cinnamon.

 

Eraser- Ah, what’s the harm in opening for a few hours? You better deliver on that ice cream.

 

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"So you're back," Waller tutted. "Just in time to clean up my 'mess' as per usual..."

 

"Was it worth it Waller? Havenrock?" a voice called out.

 

Waller played with the card, and sighing, placed it back onto the desk.

 

"Of course not," she replied. "These things never are. You know, I'm not the monster you think I am.

 

"Tell *them* that," the voice said back. "The people of Havenrock, Mayor Hady, all the others"

 

"Are you saying, that, in my position you wouldn't do the exact same thing? If you had the chance to bring *them* back?" Waller asked the visitor.

 

His eyes narrowed. "The people I care about? They wouldn't be in Hell. And, you know that yours aren't either."

 

...

 

Waller slung the card against the wall, and sighed heavily. "Damn you."

 

 

Done