The Arkham Redemption: Fiasco's Tale

=Ten minutes earlier. Warehouse Six=

 

*Above them, the moth signal flashes, and then... Poof. The image fades. Ten turns to Chuck, to Rigger, to their injured and to Zeiss, tied to a post. Drury came for them, to save them, he was certain of that, and now he was in danger. The signal was just a omen*

 

Ten- This has to end.

 

*Charles stuffs a makeshift kite into his backpack, and nods "I know..." he mutters. "He needs us." Rigger perks up. "I'll go!" "We'll go," Ten corrects him. "Drury saved my life once, I owe him this." Chuck smiles faintly. This was the brotherhood he missed, what he once had with Julian, Blake, Drake. This was what made the Misfits what it was. Once. He motions to Zeiss*

 

Chuck- Dekker, can you watch him?

 

Dekker- With cheekbones like those? Absolutely, darling.

 

Chuck- ... Good, good.

 

Needham- You didn't say. Where *you're* going.

 

...

 

Chuck- No, I didn't.

 

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*Halfway across the city, Garfield Lynns hurls Joker through a coffee table. He responds by throwing a smoke bomb Gar's way, laughing gas pouring out of it. He grabs his firefly mask, and activates the filters, but by then Joker's on his feet, and swinging a crowbar about. He takes the helmet off with the rod, as though he were playing golf, and stands on Gar's arm*

 

Joker- Tut tut, you call yourself firefly, but you're not bright at all! I asked you a question Fireguy.

 

Gar- And I told you- Drury isn't here you goon! He's in Arkham City!

 

Joker- Well speak up next time! Arkham. Dear oh dear oh dear. I was just there! That's... annoying. Ah, like passing ships in the night.

 

*Gar takes his keys out his pocket and rams it through the clown's black and white spats and into his feet. He chuckles. And then he hits him with the crowbar, and tightens his flower, spraying acid that starts to eat through what's left of Gar's skin*

 

Joker- Wake up and smell the rooooooses Garfield! Sidekicks, are my speciality! Why... they're my bread. And. Batter. How's that for a side splitter? Ha!

 

*Gar spits up blood, pulls Joker off of him, and wipes the acid with his sleeve*

 

Gar- The blaze fried my nerve endings the first time. Volcano did it all over again. This? Didn't hurt, and sure hasn't done any more damage than what I already got

 

Joker- Well, you *are* missing an eye. But, you know what they say- an eye for a-

 

Gar- Leave, while you can still walk.

 

Joker- You little rascal! So hostile! Why it's almost like... Heh. Where's the little munchkin, eh?

 

*Gar takes a fire extinguisher off of the ground, and smashes it into Joker's face*

 

=====GCPD====

 

*The two groups brought each up to speed. It was a lot to take in, but it the stories were not entirely unfamiliar to either parties. This was still Gotham after all.*

 

Ten- Ninjas.

 

Chancer- Undead ninjas too!

 

Selina- I'm sure that was implied.

 

Rigger- Heh, Jeez... I'm going to need a lot of napalm...

 

*Ten stands up*

 

Ten- What do you want us to do?

 

Miranda- Get out.

 

Rigger- Ha! That's... Something.

 

Miranda- I'm serious

 

...

 

*Rigger looked down at his makeshift splint, the only thing holding his leg together*

 

Rigger- Easier said than done, y'know? Not for lack of trying.

 

Ten- And we're staying regardless, Miranda. Do you know where this ninja cult is now?

 

Miranda- I can't let you two- I mean, look at you!

 

Ten- We may not be superman. We may not be metahumans. But when I was in Blackgate, Drury saved my life. I would've bled out if-

 

Rigger- -If he hadn't convinced me to help him. I'd still be blowing up buildings if Drury hadn't helped me out. If the Misfits hadn't brought me out of that hole I was living in. I'm in too.

 

Miranda- On your head's... When the Society attacked, and Drury and I went to the Belfry, we accessed it through a series of tunnels Batman installed. Their bomb disturbed one of the Court's burrows, and we arrived to find them fighting off Manta, Billings and half a dozen others. We didn't know it at the time, but somewhere down there, that's their lair.

 

Selina- They always liked Wayne buildings, didn't they?

 

*Ten and Rigger give her confused glances*

 

Selina- Nevermind.

 

Miranda- We go down there, we find where the owls came from, we find Ra's.

 

Ten- See, I might be able to help. When I was living in Blackfire's church, Sionis noted that his men stationed in the sewers were being picked off. He accused the deacon, but it's more likely that the perpetrators were these... bird people. Blackfire claimed he was immortal. Maybe he was, partially. It's possible that he was tied into all this somehow, using that... what did you call it?

 

Miranda- Dionesium.

 

Ten- That. When he captured me, I couldn't take much notice of my surroundings, but I knew I was underground, in those same tunnels. We can access them from the church.

 

Miranda- Thank you.

 

Ten- You're welcome. Now who did you say took Drury?

 

Miranda- Krill, Abner-

 

* "Slade Wilson" a deep, commanding voice replies. And Selina spins around*

 

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Slade- Toys, Walker?

 

*With the slash of his sword, Deathstroke is free from his metallic bonds- another gizmo courtesy of Twag.*

 

Slade- The Court upgraded your suit, bug boy. You didn't think that maybe they'd have failsafes for every one of those gadgets?

 

Drury- Naw, I figured.

 

*The ties now wrapped around his foot, crackle with electricity, and Slade falls backwards, before coming to his feet.*

 

Slade- Not bad. Just not good enough.

 

*Norbert tackles him, throwing punch after punch, but Slade blocks each one. Norbert turns to his brother "You should run" *

 

Slade- Yes, you should.

 

Drury- You know The Court's involved, you *have* to know they'll kill us all!

 

Slade- Oh, they'll try, most likely. But what can I say, they paid me in advance, and it'd be a shame to let them down.

 

*Norbert fires a blast of energy from his fist, and Slade is hit. Like the pain of a wasp's sting increased tenfold, and coursing through his entire body*

 

Slade- There we go.

 

*Norbert fires another blast, now blocked by Slade's sword. Drury goes invisible, and attacks him from behind, but Slade's ready, and rams his sword into Drury's side, the suit sparking due to it's damaged circuitry*

 

Slade- It doesn't take infra red vision to see you Walker. Not when you're sweating so much.

 

*Incensed, Norbert grabs Slade by the throat and smashes his head onto the ground. A crack forms in the terminator's mask, revealing the hollow socket which housed The Terminator's left eye. In return, Slade grabs the knife strapped to his boot, and stabs him in the chest. The wound heals immediately*

 

Norbert- I heal now.

 

Slade- Oh I know. Who do you think *gave* you that blood transfusion?

 

*A whip wraps around Slade's arm. A napalm cocktail douses him in flames, as the others rally behind Catwoman, helping to hold him in place. He cuts the whip with his sword; They tumble. Slade then looks to the sky and sees the Dark Knight looking back- kicking him in the face and knocking his mask off. Slade holds a hand to his bloody nose, and smiles, before a gaudy coloured portal swallows him "Next time" *

 

Drury- And just where the hell have you been?

 

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"We found him trying to fly in."

 

"Fly?"

 

"With this."

 

*Freeze hands him the tattered remains of a kite. Sionis snorts, holding an ice pack to his bruised flesh, and looks down at Brown*

 

Sionis- Well, isn't this convenient. I *just* sent my people out to get you. Hoping to finish the job, were you?

 

Chuck- No. I need your help.

 

Sionis- Ha! That's funny.

 

Chuck- I'm serious.

 

Sionis- That, is not.

 

Chuck- I couldn't tell you, before. I gave him my word but... Things are different now..

 

Sionis- What... What are you blabbing about?

 

Chuck- I'm not the man Eric Needham wanted me to be. Someone with answers. I wish I was, but I'm not. So I'm here now, to ask you to help us. End this.

 

*Sionis stretches his legs out onto the table*

 

Sionis- And how am I supposed to believe anything you say?

 

Chuck- I saved your life didn't I?

 

Sionis- Don't remind me. You also punched me in the face.

 

Chuck- - When I could've killed you. If I wanted to, yeah. But I'm not you Sionis. It's like you said. I'm just a man who flies kites.

 

====The Iceberg Lounge====

 

We shut up shop early tonight. Didn't take a genius to understand why. It was half four when we mopped Sionis off of the floor. Five when we heard the rumble of his goons outside, five thirty when we pulled the metal shutters down, and six when we posted snipers on the outside balconies. Believe me, the usual patrons were none too pleased... Neither am I really. Chuck... The hell were you thinking? I rarely drink myself- the toxins alone are usually enough to keep me off the stuff (never stopped me with the smokes, mind) but tonight's different. I drank the brandy in a oner- helped to remind me why I don't drink in the first place, and took a glance at those two floozies. They hadn't taken their grey eyes off of me since Chuck decked Sionis. Just my luck. Heh, can't believe I'm missing Mag's singing... I brush past the gruesome gals, and put my hand on the jukebox. I could do with a song. No money, but...

 

*He begrudgingly pulls a button off of his jacket, and places it in the coin slot*

 

Needed a new coat anyway...

 

*He selects a record, and the familiar tune of Sweet Caroline plays, a favourite of his. For three minutes, at the cost of a button, all is right with the world, it's tunes muffle gunfire outside. And, when it's finished, he places it gently back into the cabinet. He nods to the Kabuki, drapes his overcoat over his shoulders, and unlocks the front door. Twelve men, armed, stand outside. He walks past them, avoiding eye contact, and mutters under his breath "He's upstairs." And just like that, war came to Arkham*

 

 

Done