The Arkham Redeption-Task Force XI (2/3)
====The Belfry====
*This was an embarrassment. Bad enough he had call upon the help of these scumbags, now he's promising them freedom. Freedom! He was sure that Strange's thugs would get the job done regardless. This, was just adding insult to injury.*
Bolton- People of Arkham, some of you know me, others have not yet had the... pleasure of meeting me. My name is Lyle Bolton, and for the past year, I have overseen this little experiment of ours, as Arkham City's warden. Go on, let all your anger out now. Swear, complain, shoot the person next to you, just get it out of your system, because I need your help. Let me explain. You see, there are some among you who do not belong. Those among you who are sheep, in wolves clothing. They're weak. They think they can come here to Arkham, and make it theirs. They are wrong. And you will show them just how wrong they are. The inmate or inmates who brings us these five individuals will be rewarded. With freedom.
Bring us Drury Walker, and Gotham is yours. This is a limited time offer, of course, so if I were you, scum- I'd get a move on.
====The Iceberg Lounge====
*A lone crow flies through the door, and perches atop the bar. Fiasko attempts to shoo it away, but it doesn't budge. Then he sees the letter tied to the bird's foot, and unfurls it.*
Caw caw.
*Sionis glared. He'd had many setbacks as of late, but never would he have suspected Chuck Brown would be the root of his ire.
It's for you, Len mimes to Chuck, catching his eye, in-between nervous glances at Sionis and his entourage. He was sure Penguin was watching from above.*
Chuck- I don't have time for this.
Sionis- Make time. Funny, eh? You visit Needham. Alone. Beg Dent for a fair trial. Next thing you know, the itsy bitsy spider has gone walkies. What, covering your tracks now?
Len- That's bull. He's fuckin' Kite-Man, he ain't a mass murderer.
Sionis- That's what they said about Signal Man. And Calendar Man. Sorry, if I'm a little hesitant to believe you.
Caw caw.
*Sionis spies the letter in Len's hand, and wrestles it from his grip, passing it to his assistant*
Sionis- Li, read it out.
Li- "Hello Charles. Merchants Bridge, Warehouse Six. You'll know the one."
Sionis- Would you look at that. Who's it from?
Li- It... doesn't say. What's at Merchants Bridge?
*Chuck takes a few more feverish glances to the office above them. He could just make out the top hatted silhouette looking intently from behind the glass. In a second he was certain he'd draw his umbrella.*
Caw caw.
Chuck- I really can't do this here.
Sionis- Oh, is this a message from one of your friends, from Needham perhaps? Li, get Freeze, tell him to-
Caw. Caw. Caw.
*In an instant, and with a force he'd never shown before, Charles Brown punched Sionis in the face, his mask splinters, and he collapses to the ground*
...
Len- Shit.
Chuck- Give me your pistol.
*Li reaches into his pocket, and hands a tiny pistol to Chuck.*
Chuck- Is... is that it?
Li- I tried a bigger size. It slowed me down.
Len- Hey! Where the hell are you going?
Chuck- Where do you think?
Len- Just... wait a minute.
*Len disappears under the counter, and hands over his shotgun*
"I bet this is more your style"
====Gotham City====
Joker- So, it's not really like I'm cheating now, is it? If he can sleep around with whatever femme fatale he comes across, why can't I have some fun of my own?
Between you and me, he's been getting a little sloppy in the sack anyways. I notice these things, a punch there, a kick there, even let me stab him last year, real amateurish... I need something new! Something more! I mean, these days he treats me like everyone else, like a common C-Lister, on par with, I don't know, Clock King! I ask you, is that fair, after all the effort I put into our relationship?"
White- Well-
Joker- I'm only saying! Yeesh! The sidekicks, the friends, that's all me! When's the last time he fractured my ribs? Not since that last laughing gas caper, I'll tell you that!
Now who pulls in the ratings? Take a guess! A case could be made for Eddie, maybe Harvey or Scarecrow... But this face? This is the real moneymaker, and I wish he saw that!
White- Sure, but-
Joker- Ah, the other guy? Well, y'know, I just think there's more fun to be had there- new horizons! Why, have I killed a single kid of his? Nope! I tried to, but that's not the point is it?"
White- I guess-
Joker- Oh you're so right! I mean Batsy doesn't have a single adjective to his name! Ah, it does me good, just being able to talk with you! Now, more pie?
White- Uh-
*He slides a slightly green custard pie over to White*
White- Ok, ta. But what the fuck does any of this have to do with me?
Joker- Right, right. You're a direct fella, I respect that. Onto the matter at hand! Where is Drury Walker?
...
White- Wait, why the fuck would I know?
Joker- Oh, I- Heh. Sorry, I must've got the wrong shark guy
...
White- You are kidding me.
Joker- No, honestly! This has never happened to me before! Well, that's not entirely true... Remind me which one you are again?
White- White! The Great White Shark!
Joker- Ahhh. Should've led with that. Oh well. Third time's a charm...
====Warehouse Six====
*Chuck rushed over. They were all alive, thank god, but hurt. Badly. A silky smooth voice called out*
Zeiss- Charles "Chuck" Brown. Glad to finally put a face to the name.
*Chuck cocks his gun*
Zeiss- Oh, no need for that.
Chuck- Did Penguin send you?
Zeiss- Yes, he did. I must say, I'm surprised you went back there of all places. I assume you were hoping to recruit the bartender to your cause? Shame. I'll have to visit him next.
Chuck- This is wrong. Penguin's wrong.
Zeiss- Yes. Yes, he undoubtedly is. But I'm not here because of semantics. I'm here because I have a job to do.
====The Old GCPD Rooftop====
*By the time Miranda and Chancer arrive, Drury's hard at work, perched over the Batsignal, blowtorch in hand. She drops a duffel bag at the bottom, and he slides down, kissing her and patting Chancer on the back*
Selina- What kept you?
Miranda- Run in with an old friend. You?
Selina- Same. More or less.
Drury- Did you see Chuck on your way here?
*Miranda shakes her head "Nope. So, 'gang,' What happened to under the radar?"
Selina- I'll let Drury tell that story.
Drury- Oh, well, tried it, was a little boring if I'm honest.
Miranda- Heh.
*Drury is now stripping, having emptied the bag's contents onto the ground, he passes Selina her cowl. "Let's see what surprises Twag has left us" he thinks to himself, as he puts on a familiar purple suit, attaches the wing harness to his back, and installs a cable into the spotlight. Behind them, Norbert looks off into the distance. Bolton's message has been playing non stop.*
Selina- Drury, now might be a good time to leave.
Drury- Just a second. Chancer, hit that switch.
*The spotlight flashes a bright yellow, it's symbol etched into the clouds for all of Arkham to see, from the Iceberg Lounge to the Belfry. For some a warning, others a promise*
Selina- You know what, I think you're crazier than you let on.
Drury- They want us. They can have us. They can look at that symbol, and know that we aren't scared, not of Ra's, Bolton or anyone. And *they* can know we're not giving up on them. That I've never given up on them.
Norbert- But, what is it?
Drury- I'll explain later, let's go.
*Charles Brown looked to the sky, and let out a relieved laugh. Beside him, beaten and broken Joseph Rigger cheered. From the bar, Leonard Fiasko smirked, just a little- hidden under his pencil shaped mask. A very confused Penguin stood beside him, monocle in hand. And from a gargoyle high above Arkham, even the Dark Knight smiled. Slightly.*
Penguin- Leonard, what is that thing?
Len- Heh. Not a clue, not a clue.
*For the first time in years, a Moth Signal was lit, and *everyone* was watching.
Deathstroke- So... the bug has balls. Come, he's left us an invitation.
The Arkham Redeption-Task Force XI (2/3)
====The Belfry====
*This was an embarrassment. Bad enough he had call upon the help of these scumbags, now he's promising them freedom. Freedom! He was sure that Strange's thugs would get the job done regardless. This, was just adding insult to injury.*
Bolton- People of Arkham, some of you know me, others have not yet had the... pleasure of meeting me. My name is Lyle Bolton, and for the past year, I have overseen this little experiment of ours, as Arkham City's warden. Go on, let all your anger out now. Swear, complain, shoot the person next to you, just get it out of your system, because I need your help. Let me explain. You see, there are some among you who do not belong. Those among you who are sheep, in wolves clothing. They're weak. They think they can come here to Arkham, and make it theirs. They are wrong. And you will show them just how wrong they are. The inmate or inmates who brings us these five individuals will be rewarded. With freedom.
Bring us Drury Walker, and Gotham is yours. This is a limited time offer, of course, so if I were you, scum- I'd get a move on.
====The Iceberg Lounge====
*A lone crow flies through the door, and perches atop the bar. Fiasko attempts to shoo it away, but it doesn't budge. Then he sees the letter tied to the bird's foot, and unfurls it.*
Caw caw.
*Sionis glared. He'd had many setbacks as of late, but never would he have suspected Chuck Brown would be the root of his ire.
It's for you, Len mimes to Chuck, catching his eye, in-between nervous glances at Sionis and his entourage. He was sure Penguin was watching from above.*
Chuck- I don't have time for this.
Sionis- Make time. Funny, eh? You visit Needham. Alone. Beg Dent for a fair trial. Next thing you know, the itsy bitsy spider has gone walkies. What, covering your tracks now?
Len- That's bull. He's fuckin' Kite-Man, he ain't a mass murderer.
Sionis- That's what they said about Signal Man. And Calendar Man. Sorry, if I'm a little hesitant to believe you.
Caw caw.
*Sionis spies the letter in Len's hand, and wrestles it from his grip, passing it to his assistant*
Sionis- Li, read it out.
Li- "Hello Charles. Merchants Bridge, Warehouse Six. You'll know the one."
Sionis- Would you look at that. Who's it from?
Li- It... doesn't say. What's at Merchants Bridge?
*Chuck takes a few more feverish glances to the office above them. He could just make out the top hatted silhouette looking intently from behind the glass. In a second he was certain he'd draw his umbrella.*
Caw caw.
Chuck- I really can't do this here.
Sionis- Oh, is this a message from one of your friends, from Needham perhaps? Li, get Freeze, tell him to-
Caw. Caw. Caw.
*In an instant, and with a force he'd never shown before, Charles Brown punched Sionis in the face, his mask splinters, and he collapses to the ground*
...
Len- Shit.
Chuck- Give me your pistol.
*Li reaches into his pocket, and hands a tiny pistol to Chuck.*
Chuck- Is... is that it?
Li- I tried a bigger size. It slowed me down.
Len- Hey! Where the hell are you going?
Chuck- Where do you think?
Len- Just... wait a minute.
*Len disappears under the counter, and hands over his shotgun*
"I bet this is more your style"
====Gotham City====
Joker- So, it's not really like I'm cheating now, is it? If he can sleep around with whatever femme fatale he comes across, why can't I have some fun of my own?
Between you and me, he's been getting a little sloppy in the sack anyways. I notice these things, a punch there, a kick there, even let me stab him last year, real amateurish... I need something new! Something more! I mean, these days he treats me like everyone else, like a common C-Lister, on par with, I don't know, Clock King! I ask you, is that fair, after all the effort I put into our relationship?"
White- Well-
Joker- I'm only saying! Yeesh! The sidekicks, the friends, that's all me! When's the last time he fractured my ribs? Not since that last laughing gas caper, I'll tell you that!
Now who pulls in the ratings? Take a guess! A case could be made for Eddie, maybe Harvey or Scarecrow... But this face? This is the real moneymaker, and I wish he saw that!
White- Sure, but-
Joker- Ah, the other guy? Well, y'know, I just think there's more fun to be had there- new horizons! Why, have I killed a single kid of his? Nope! I tried to, but that's not the point is it?"
White- I guess-
Joker- Oh you're so right! I mean Batsy doesn't have a single adjective to his name! Ah, it does me good, just being able to talk with you! Now, more pie?
White- Uh-
*He slides a slightly green custard pie over to White*
White- Ok, ta. But what the fuck does any of this have to do with me?
Joker- Right, right. You're a direct fella, I respect that. Onto the matter at hand! Where is Drury Walker?
...
White- Wait, why the fuck would I know?
Joker- Oh, I- Heh. Sorry, I must've got the wrong shark guy
...
White- You are kidding me.
Joker- No, honestly! This has never happened to me before! Well, that's not entirely true... Remind me which one you are again?
White- White! The Great White Shark!
Joker- Ahhh. Should've led with that. Oh well. Third time's a charm...
====Warehouse Six====
*Chuck rushed over. They were all alive, thank god, but hurt. Badly. A silky smooth voice called out*
Zeiss- Charles "Chuck" Brown. Glad to finally put a face to the name.
*Chuck cocks his gun*
Zeiss- Oh, no need for that.
Chuck- Did Penguin send you?
Zeiss- Yes, he did. I must say, I'm surprised you went back there of all places. I assume you were hoping to recruit the bartender to your cause? Shame. I'll have to visit him next.
Chuck- This is wrong. Penguin's wrong.
Zeiss- Yes. Yes, he undoubtedly is. But I'm not here because of semantics. I'm here because I have a job to do.
====The Old GCPD Rooftop====
*By the time Miranda and Chancer arrive, Drury's hard at work, perched over the Batsignal, blowtorch in hand. She drops a duffel bag at the bottom, and he slides down, kissing her and patting Chancer on the back*
Selina- What kept you?
Miranda- Run in with an old friend. You?
Selina- Same. More or less.
Drury- Did you see Chuck on your way here?
*Miranda shakes her head "Nope. So, 'gang,' What happened to under the radar?"
Selina- I'll let Drury tell that story.
Drury- Oh, well, tried it, was a little boring if I'm honest.
Miranda- Heh.
*Drury is now stripping, having emptied the bag's contents onto the ground, he passes Selina her cowl. "Let's see what surprises Twag has left us" he thinks to himself, as he puts on a familiar purple suit, attaches the wing harness to his back, and installs a cable into the spotlight. Behind them, Norbert looks off into the distance. Bolton's message has been playing non stop.*
Selina- Drury, now might be a good time to leave.
Drury- Just a second. Chancer, hit that switch.
*The spotlight flashes a bright yellow, it's symbol etched into the clouds for all of Arkham to see, from the Iceberg Lounge to the Belfry. For some a warning, others a promise*
Selina- You know what, I think you're crazier than you let on.
Drury- They want us. They can have us. They can look at that symbol, and know that we aren't scared, not of Ra's, Bolton or anyone. And *they* can know we're not giving up on them. That I've never given up on them.
Norbert- But, what is it?
Drury- I'll explain later, let's go.
*Charles Brown looked to the sky, and let out a relieved laugh. Beside him, beaten and broken Joseph Rigger cheered. From the bar, Leonard Fiasko smirked, just a little- hidden under his pencil shaped mask. A very confused Penguin stood beside him, monocle in hand. And from a gargoyle high above Arkham, even the Dark Knight smiled. Slightly.*
Penguin- Leonard, what is that thing?
Len- Heh. Not a clue, not a clue.
*For the first time in years, a Moth Signal was lit, and *everyone* was watching.
Deathstroke- So... the bug has balls. Come, he's left us an invitation.