Mothpoint #2- Green Hands

====Arkham Asylum====

 

GA- Bet it takes you back, eh Walker?

 

*Drury's back is turned. He hadn't been to Arkham in a long time, not since... He nods*

 

Emi- Nothing to say? Now that's surprising.

 

*Drury feels a tear run down his nose and sniffs heavily*

 

Drury- Been working with him long kid?

 

Emi- Long enough.

 

*Drury waves a beckoning finger*

 

Drury- I'd review your life insurance.

 

GA- We're done here.

 

Drury- Shame about Sanctuary! But all things considered, he probably welcom-

 

*That was the last straw. Green Arrow was on him in seconds. Punching harder and harder, Walker's nose exploded with a pop. Red Arrow stands by shocked, the guards continue their duties undisturbed*

 

Drury- *Cough* Arsenal-? More like arse hole-!

*He kept hitting. Again. Again. Again. The more he did, the more Walker taunted him until finally-*

 

Guard- Sir.

 

*Ollie stops, shaking, bloods all over his hands*

 

Guard- Let's take this one to the boss.

 

*The guard picks Drury off the floor and carries him off*

 

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*This wasn't his world. Simon knew that. Emi had told him before, about all the time travel hijinks and alternate realities the League found themselves in. He wondered if the League even existed, or like so many of those realities, they were evil. It was clear now, he was just another bystander in a changed world. And yet... why could he still remember? He remembered everything and he was pretty sure most bystanders didn't remember whether or not the timeline changed... Something else was going on here. He kept scrolling through his contacts, hoping somehow her name would show up, but it didn't. There were other names of course- mainly supervillains and indeed... his mother's. He hesitated. What was *she* like? He hadn't been on speaking terms with his mother in a long time, to get another chance to... No. This wasn't his world, not really, and he needed answers she wouldn't provide. So instead, he stood outside his house, or rather his dad's. It was strange, to put his key in the lock, only for it not to turn, but it the least of his worries. Maybe Grandpa Gaige had told the family he was working with the Shark? No, no, snap out of it, this wasn't his world. Behind those doors he was certain of one thing- it wouldn't be *his* family, even if they looked like him. He sighed a heavy sigh and pressed the doorbell. He was ready for anything. Anyone. Except*

 

???- Yeah-?

 

*It was him. Simon didn't recognise him at first, and then it clicked- it was the man he talked to in Hell, looking much less pained and hollow, though he certainly had a good few more burns on his arms. He didn't discover that man's name until much, much later and once he did, that one conversation he had, back in hell oh so long ago took on a completely different meaning. That man, was Ted Carson.*

 

Carson- Lightning Bug-? What the hell do you want?

 

*Simon was frozen. And then as though he himself weren't speaking, the words left his mouth with a cocky sounding drawl*

 

Simon- White wants his cut Ted. You know how it works.

 

Carson- Yeah. I do. And you can tell White I already paid his stupid tax.

 

*Again, Simon's hand moved to his gun, as though he weren't controlling it*

 

Simon- See now, if you want to make a formal complaint...

 

*Carson's eyes narrow suspiciously*

 

Carson- Of course not. Come in.

 

*The first thing Simon felt when he entered was the heat. It was as though he had stepped into a furnace. The family photos were gone too, and the wallpaper a faint orange*

 

Simon- Lovely house.

 

Carson- You say it like this is your first time.

 

*Idiot, thought Simon*

 

Simon- Well, no harm saying it again.

 

Carson- No. I suppose not.

 

*He'd lost track of Carson. He must be looking for the cash. Simon didn't mind, it gave him more time to gather his thoughts and look around. He heard the sound of banging, but he tried his best to ignore it*

 

Carson (O.S)- I'm surprised you came here.

*the banging continues*

 

Simon- Eh, why's that?

 

Carson- After what happened at that warehouse...

 

Simon- That? Oh, that was *completely* blown out of-

 

*The canister hits the back of Simon's head. Fast. He falls to the ground with an uncomfortable thud. Carson, in his Firefly suit looks down at his body*

 

Carson- Sure it was.

 

=====Arkham Asylum=====

 

*Rubbing his untreated wounds, and sporting a few more broken bones Drury is escorted by a guard through the asylum, until they stop at a pair of looming metal doors*

 

Drury- Hey, this isn't my cell, what's the idea?

 

*The guard smirks to himself, ignoring Walker's confused yells.*

 

???- You were warned.

 

*Walker spins around. The voice, deep, Spanish, came from the other end of the room, which he now recognised as the old foyer. Quite unsure of himself, he answers back*

 

Drury- Yeah, but I couldn't stay away.

 

???- Then, you made a grave mistake.

 

*Skulls littered the floor, bodies too- of inmates long dead. Perched above them, sat on a rusted throne was perhaps the biggest man Drury had ever seen. He looked brutish perhaps, but Drury knew he had a tactical mind. On either side of him stood men of all sizes- The pale, grinning face of the Joker looked most amused, beside him, the Riddler, fiddling with some kind of device, one of his own making perhaps, then, the Ventriloquist, puppet in hand, looking rather unnerved by his current company; on the right, Hugo Strange, that was peculiar thought Drury, hadn't he been a doctor here? Not as peculiar as the man beside him- he looked like Batman yet most decidedly he couldn't be, from the holster on his waist to the red lenses something was off about him and lastly, the Psycho Pirate, he'd built up a reputation as a deranged individual, even by this company's standards, when he wasn't murmuring about upcoming crisis, he was using his mask to mess with people's emotions. At the centre of them all? Bane.*

 

Bane- Why have you come back here? To die?

 

Drury- I-I... I-er, well...

 

*Bane's grip tightens on the skull in his hand*

 

Drury- That is to say, y'know... shit happens. You get chased by a green grocer, you kill said green grocer, it's a slippery slope.

 

*At last the skull shatters. Dust flies everywhere*

 

Drury- Look. I know what all this is, you've got some sick plan, break the bat, the usual stuff. Firefly mentioned it, I just didn't believe that-

 

Bane- *Firefly* should learn to hold his tongue, unless he'd rather I rip it out.

 

Drury- Ha! That's... you're serious... that's fine.

Bane- Tell me bug, you know now, so? What will you do? Tell the authorities? Tell the Bat? I wonder, who would believe you "Killer Moth"?

 

Drury- Oh no, no! You've got it all wrong! I want to join you.

 

Nigma- Really now... Bane, you can't seriously consider *him* of all people can you? If you-

 

*Bane raises a hand to silence him*

 

Bane- You? Join us?

 

Drury- Yeah. Yeah! I'm sick of the stray arrows and batarangs, sick of the kicks to the face, so yeah, give me that chance to turn the tables, throw crap at *them*... then I'd do it.

 

...

 

Bane- You're drunk, aren't you?

 

Joker- Welcome aboard! Haha!

Done