Killer Moth: Moth Wars #7- Feud of the Fireflies

====Elliot Memorial Hospital===

 

*Gar was stirring now. They'd had to use a sedative to get him in the car- He refused to come quietly. If there was but one face he *didn't* want to wake up to, it'd be Ted Carson's gloating mug. But of course, you can't always get what you want*

 

Carson- Hello, Lynns. Been a while

 

Gar- Huh? Carson-? Urgh. My memory must be fuzzy, because I was worried for a moment there that someone credible had captured me. Thanks for snapping me back to reality.

 

Carson- If I wasn’t credible then I wouldn’t have been able to capture you eh?

 

Gar- Touché. Is that Dr. No Fucks-Given over there?

 

*No-Face was working away, a ghastly noise coming from his mouth- clearly his attempt at a whistle*

 

Carson- No-Face. And yes. You see Lynns, I have an ingenious plan to kill Walker and the Misfits. With them gone, Mr. Moth will rise to the top of Gotham’s criminal underworld and I will finally be able to go home to my wife.

 

Gar- You have a wife? Since when?

 

Carson- Since before Walker ran me over. *sigh* ... You know, I haven’t seen her in so long.

 

Gar- She’s probably moved on. I would.

 

Carson- Well you're not her, are you?

 

Gar- I mean if I was I'd probably have shot myself.

 

*Gar smiles and turns to see Carson primed to explode with rage and quickly decides to change the subject*

 

Gar- What is this plan anyway?

 

Carson- Well, I probably shouldn't tell you... Ah screw it, I love to monologue! Meagan here is going to take your face.... off

 

Gar- My face... off?

 

Carson- Yes! And then I will wear your face... I will become Garfield Lynns! The real Firefly, the one I was always meant to be. No more Cockroach. No more Carson

 

Gar- Is this before or after you shag your wife because-

 

*Carson punches Gar right in the face, bursting his already blistered lip*

 

Carson- Shut. Up. I’ll give you my face and under my instruction, The Misfits will kill you. And then- I will kill them. And reclaim my face from your corpse

 

Gar- And what if they kill me with a head shot?

 

...

 

Carson- We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Meagan!

 

*Meagan has proudly lined up his surgical tools, to prepare for the surgery. Gar tries struggling, but the bonds are too tight*

 

Gar- Carson! Carson you can't do this! You want to be Firefly? Be Firefly, I don't give a shit! There are like, ten Clayfaces anyway! Carson!

 

Carson- Bye bye, Gar. See you on the other side.

 

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Ono- So, you’re Tara’s ex?

 

Mr. Moth- Yes, I am.

 

Ono- Cool. Cool. I married her last fall, you see. Hope it doesn’t make this whole thing awkward or nothing

 

Mr. Moth- Nah, it’s fine.

 

Ono- That makes Drury your kid then?

 

Mr. Moth- It does.

 

Ono- Was abortion out of the question?

 

Artie- Here’s your coffee boss

 

Mr. Moth- It’s cold. Idiot!

 

Artie- You try making coffee with one hand!

 

-------The Bar--------

 

*The bar's cleared out following the football game. Now Len's on his own, cleaning pint glasses when there's a knock at the door*

 

Len- We're close- Ah. Drury.

 

*His eyes were red- he'd been crying, a lot. Gone was the spring in his step and that goofy smile of his. There was no doubt about it, he was a mess*

 

Drury- Hey Len.

 

*Drury sits down at the bar, and Len gets to pouring him a bottle*

 

Len- I heard about the funeral. I'm sorry, Drury. Bad enough a father has to bury his son, even worse if he isn't even allowed that.

 

Drury- Yeah.

 

*Drury gulps down his drink, and looks back down at the floor*

 

Drury- So, um, Carson’s back. Ted Carson. You'd think being demonised and sprayed by Otis would have killed him but... I guess these things don’t always work out

 

Len- Suppose not.

 

Drury- I’m thinking of hiring an exorcist. Don’t suppose you know any? Heh. *sniff*

 

Len- I might actually... See, I can set you up with a guy, but he’s an acquired taste. British. Comes in here every so often. Into freaky occult stuff.

 

...

 

Drury- You’re serious?

 

Len- Course. I’m not to lie to a grieving father am I?

 

Drury- I never asked, did you ever have-?

 

*Len looks at Drury for several moments then disappears into the backroom*

 

Len- He left me this once- I reckon he fancies me, he certainly doesn’t hang about here for the atmosphere... “John Constantine- Master of the Mystic Arts”

 

*He hands the card to Drury, who fiddles with it*

 

Len- Oh, no, I wouldn’t, some guy was playing with it then spontaneously combusted. Now I think about it, it might’ve been *Mr* Combustible....

 

*Drury nods and pockets the card*

 

Drury- Hey, um, Len, I was just thinking... after Cobb and all, there’s an empty seat at city hall. You don't think-?

 

*Len smirks*

 

Len- If you can keep the health inspectors away, then you've got my vote.

 

=====The Iceberg Lounge===

 

*"So this is what high society feels like?" thought Walker; the fine wines, the rich sauces... Yes, he could get used to this. But as he surveyed the maps of the city, so "generously" gifted by Penguin, picking out his next target, there came a fast paced tapping at the door. Disgruntled, he sent Wrath to check it out. He expected some annoyed gangsters seeking vengeance or hopeful henchmen looking for jobs. What he wasn't expecting was Gaige, a pistol in his hand*

 

Gaige- We need to talk

Done