Killer Moth-Masks #1
=The Falcone Manor, years ago=
Vale- Our top story- the "Blazing
Bugs" crime spree was brought to a close last night. The supervillain duo, Killer Moth and Firefly were caught by our very own dynamic duo, Batman and Robin, after their attempts to burn the GCPD building to the ground were thwarted by newcomer Batgirl. Garfield Lynns, Firefly, and "Cameron Van Cleer", Killer Moth are facing charges for multiple counts of arson. Tony Bressi was released from the hospital today-
Falcone- Turn it off. I think Mr Twag gets the idea. Don't you?
*Twag moves in his seat, clearly uncomfortable, then nods. Falcone looks to the other heads of the families. Maroni bows his head, Gaige sips a glass of salt water unperturbed by the bickering around him*
Falcone- Twag!
Twag- Hmm?
Falcone- Did you not hire those clowns?
Twag- I did.
Maroni- Good job there Twag, there they are, going rogue and near burning the damn cop house to the ground!
Twag- They went freelance after-
Maroni- Yeah, yeah, after Dent and Blackgate, that's not the point. We put you in charge of monitoring them, they were your people!
Twag- Don Falcone, Bressi-
Falcone- To hell with Bressi, we're talking about you! You don't think we have enough on our backs? Two years of Holiday murders! All I ask is for my people to do their jobs. And to man up and accept their responsibilities to this organisation! And now, I find out, that you're not even a gangster.
*Gaige spits out his salt water*
Gaige- Excuse me?!
Carson- Hey now, Mr Falcone-
Falcone- That's *Don* Falcone imbecile. Sit down.
*Carson stands stunned for a second, then slowly and pathetically collapses back into his chair.*
Falcone- This won't do Twag. I expect honesty here.
Twag- Give me another chance, please!
Falcone- To hire another freak?
*Carson looks ready to argue but closes his mouth, defeated*
Falcone- Get this idiot out of my sight.
*The mobster, caked in darkness, smiles sadistically, to Twag's horror*
Mobster- My pleasure.
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*Now, Twag's apartment. He's lying there, bruised, broken but alive, he's barely conscious of course, but enough to know he's not alone. Two voices, one, a woman, Spanish perhaps? The other, high and cold without mirth or joy. The woman, notices him stirring, speaks again*
Flores- He's awake. Hey baby.
*"Baby", that must make her Tarantula, there was a woman with a libido that The King of Cats would be envious of. The other would then be Onomatopoeia, barely paying attention, strumming his fingers on the desk*
Ono- te-tum te-tum te-tum te-tum te-tum te-tum te-tum
Flores- Baby, who hurt you?
Ono- te-tum te-tum te-tum te-tum
Flores- Quiet Ono.
*Twag heard a noise, a "flip", he could imagine that Ono had just thrown a rude gesture at her*
Flores- You do that again, I'll cut it off.
Ono- Oof.
Twag- Tarantula, Flores.
Flores- Yes baby, anything.
Twag- Wasp, it was Wasp. He did this.
*Ono "speaks." Mockingly*
Ono- Wah wah wah waaaaah.
Twag- Find Wasp... kill the bastard.
*With a flourish, Ono puts on the TV*
Ono- Click.
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*The Lost Property Room- Arkham Asylum. Having been notified of Twag's raid, Gar and Drury have to make do with the dusty helmets, torn gloves and ridiculous gadgets left behind by Gotham's worst (and "worst") criminals. Gar fiddles with a heat gun, one of Blaze's presumably, while Drury searches for something resembling his costume. At last he emerges, draped in about a dozen scarfs, triumphantly holding an old mask*
Drury- There! I knew I left one here! Purple too!
*Gar nods, then returns to the heat gun. Drury, seeing there was little chance of conversation, begins his search for functioning wings. Finally satisfied, Gar speaks up*
Gar- So.
Drury- Hmm? What is it?
Gar- It's... y'know... why are we doing this Drury?
Drury- Because we're good people.
Gar- Ah. But are we? Am I -? You're doing it for your brother, for me. Neither of us are doing it for the betterment of society, Hugo Strange is a combination of every mad scientist ever. I'm personally doing it because... because... Because you have an annoying habit of speaking for my behalf!
*Drury clasps a red belt, Polka Dot Man's, around his waist*
Drury- ... Gar, I know that you are a good person.
Gar- Ugh.
Drury- I'm serious! You fought against the Society didn't you?
Gar- For all of three seconds
Drury- Yet, when it came down to it, when you had to choose, you chose to take down Volcana, the woman you loved, for the greater good. That's hero material.
*Gar drops his gloves and glances at Drury*
Gar- You... You know what you are? A sappy, sentimental, lightbulb-fucking hippie.
*Drury bows his head for a few moments*
Drury- Was there a point to that rant or did you just want to hurt my feelings?
Gar- What I'm trying to say is, if I die, well, chances are you'd die first-
Drury- Again, thanks
Gar- You're welcome. Now, on the off chance my expectations are somehow subverted and *I* kick the bucket, you better burn down Gotham in my honour.
Drury- Why?
Gar- Eh, sounds fun. And alluring... What's the plan?
Drury- We'll make it up as we go along.
Gar- Oh! Oh! Some things never change...
Drury- Meaning?
Gar- You and your "plans" they either don't work, or you don't have one to begin with!
Drury- *stuffing a penguin in his bag* The Cobb plan worked.
Gar- That wasn't a plan, you played charades and ate cake.
Drury- I won. And the crumble was great
Gar- Tockman knows his bakes, yeah, but- What were we talking about?
Drury- Crumb- Plans. We were talking about plans
Gar- Right. And your lack of them.
...
Drury- You know Tockman gave me the recipe.
Gar- Now you tell me.
Drury- Heh.
Gar- Hey, shut it ... It wasn't your speech that did it y'know, that changed my mind, just so you don't get any ideas.
Drury- My speeches are always great!
Gar- Yeah, yeah.
Drury- Miranda likes 'em.
Gar- She told you this when?
Drury- Every time we- son of a bitch
Gar- That's what I thought. C'mon, let's save that creep
*Gar, fully dressed now, pats Drury on the back and rejoins the GCPD officers in the hallway*
Drury- She said she liked my speeches...
Killer Moth-Masks #1
=The Falcone Manor, years ago=
Vale- Our top story- the "Blazing
Bugs" crime spree was brought to a close last night. The supervillain duo, Killer Moth and Firefly were caught by our very own dynamic duo, Batman and Robin, after their attempts to burn the GCPD building to the ground were thwarted by newcomer Batgirl. Garfield Lynns, Firefly, and "Cameron Van Cleer", Killer Moth are facing charges for multiple counts of arson. Tony Bressi was released from the hospital today-
Falcone- Turn it off. I think Mr Twag gets the idea. Don't you?
*Twag moves in his seat, clearly uncomfortable, then nods. Falcone looks to the other heads of the families. Maroni bows his head, Gaige sips a glass of salt water unperturbed by the bickering around him*
Falcone- Twag!
Twag- Hmm?
Falcone- Did you not hire those clowns?
Twag- I did.
Maroni- Good job there Twag, there they are, going rogue and near burning the damn cop house to the ground!
Twag- They went freelance after-
Maroni- Yeah, yeah, after Dent and Blackgate, that's not the point. We put you in charge of monitoring them, they were your people!
Twag- Don Falcone, Bressi-
Falcone- To hell with Bressi, we're talking about you! You don't think we have enough on our backs? Two years of Holiday murders! All I ask is for my people to do their jobs. And to man up and accept their responsibilities to this organisation! And now, I find out, that you're not even a gangster.
*Gaige spits out his salt water*
Gaige- Excuse me?!
Carson- Hey now, Mr Falcone-
Falcone- That's *Don* Falcone imbecile. Sit down.
*Carson stands stunned for a second, then slowly and pathetically collapses back into his chair.*
Falcone- This won't do Twag. I expect honesty here.
Twag- Give me another chance, please!
Falcone- To hire another freak?
*Carson looks ready to argue but closes his mouth, defeated*
Falcone- Get this idiot out of my sight.
*The mobster, caked in darkness, smiles sadistically, to Twag's horror*
Mobster- My pleasure.
========
*Now, Twag's apartment. He's lying there, bruised, broken but alive, he's barely conscious of course, but enough to know he's not alone. Two voices, one, a woman, Spanish perhaps? The other, high and cold without mirth or joy. The woman, notices him stirring, speaks again*
Flores- He's awake. Hey baby.
*"Baby", that must make her Tarantula, there was a woman with a libido that The King of Cats would be envious of. The other would then be Onomatopoeia, barely paying attention, strumming his fingers on the desk*
Ono- te-tum te-tum te-tum te-tum te-tum te-tum te-tum
Flores- Baby, who hurt you?
Ono- te-tum te-tum te-tum te-tum
Flores- Quiet Ono.
*Twag heard a noise, a "flip", he could imagine that Ono had just thrown a rude gesture at her*
Flores- You do that again, I'll cut it off.
Ono- Oof.
Twag- Tarantula, Flores.
Flores- Yes baby, anything.
Twag- Wasp, it was Wasp. He did this.
*Ono "speaks." Mockingly*
Ono- Wah wah wah waaaaah.
Twag- Find Wasp... kill the bastard.
*With a flourish, Ono puts on the TV*
Ono- Click.
========
*The Lost Property Room- Arkham Asylum. Having been notified of Twag's raid, Gar and Drury have to make do with the dusty helmets, torn gloves and ridiculous gadgets left behind by Gotham's worst (and "worst") criminals. Gar fiddles with a heat gun, one of Blaze's presumably, while Drury searches for something resembling his costume. At last he emerges, draped in about a dozen scarfs, triumphantly holding an old mask*
Drury- There! I knew I left one here! Purple too!
*Gar nods, then returns to the heat gun. Drury, seeing there was little chance of conversation, begins his search for functioning wings. Finally satisfied, Gar speaks up*
Gar- So.
Drury- Hmm? What is it?
Gar- It's... y'know... why are we doing this Drury?
Drury- Because we're good people.
Gar- Ah. But are we? Am I -? You're doing it for your brother, for me. Neither of us are doing it for the betterment of society, Hugo Strange is a combination of every mad scientist ever. I'm personally doing it because... because... Because you have an annoying habit of speaking for my behalf!
*Drury clasps a red belt, Polka Dot Man's, around his waist*
Drury- ... Gar, I know that you are a good person.
Gar- Ugh.
Drury- I'm serious! You fought against the Society didn't you?
Gar- For all of three seconds
Drury- Yet, when it came down to it, when you had to choose, you chose to take down Volcana, the woman you loved, for the greater good. That's hero material.
*Gar drops his gloves and glances at Drury*
Gar- You... You know what you are? A sappy, sentimental, lightbulb-fucking hippie.
*Drury bows his head for a few moments*
Drury- Was there a point to that rant or did you just want to hurt my feelings?
Gar- What I'm trying to say is, if I die, well, chances are you'd die first-
Drury- Again, thanks
Gar- You're welcome. Now, on the off chance my expectations are somehow subverted and *I* kick the bucket, you better burn down Gotham in my honour.
Drury- Why?
Gar- Eh, sounds fun. And alluring... What's the plan?
Drury- We'll make it up as we go along.
Gar- Oh! Oh! Some things never change...
Drury- Meaning?
Gar- You and your "plans" they either don't work, or you don't have one to begin with!
Drury- *stuffing a penguin in his bag* The Cobb plan worked.
Gar- That wasn't a plan, you played charades and ate cake.
Drury- I won. And the crumble was great
Gar- Tockman knows his bakes, yeah, but- What were we talking about?
Drury- Crumb- Plans. We were talking about plans
Gar- Right. And your lack of them.
...
Drury- You know Tockman gave me the recipe.
Gar- Now you tell me.
Drury- Heh.
Gar- Hey, shut it ... It wasn't your speech that did it y'know, that changed my mind, just so you don't get any ideas.
Drury- My speeches are always great!
Gar- Yeah, yeah.
Drury- Miranda likes 'em.
Gar- She told you this when?
Drury- Every time we- son of a bitch
Gar- That's what I thought. C'mon, let's save that creep
*Gar, fully dressed now, pats Drury on the back and rejoins the GCPD officers in the hallway*
Drury- She said she liked my speeches...