White Supremacy (1/1)
==Gotham Morgue==
November 5th. 14:50
"After four hours, firefighters have finally quelled the blaze at Wayne Manor. The fire, which is suspected to have began at 2:00am this morning, tore up through the west study and burned down the west wing. The cause of the blaze is still unknown, with Bruce Wayne unavailable for comment. His legal team was seen combating the police department outside the estate earlier today-" the television rang out.
"Sorry, we weren't sure how to reach you," the mortician said, as he walked Bridget, Ted and a third-wheeling Krill over to a covered body, and removed the sheet from off its' face.
"Yeah," Bridget sighed, as she placed her hand on his cheek. "That's him, that's Jacob."
The Mortician nodded, and left the room.
One hand clasped around a pink cupcake, Krill moved the blanket aside and whistled. "Boy, no wonder they called him Ant Man," he remarked, as he examined the naked body.
"They called him Ant Man, because he was five foot four, you unfeeling bastard," Pike replied.
Carson shook his head, looking down, glassy eyed at Jumbo's still figure. In his hand, he held a metal scalpel. "Where's Walker now?" he whispered, blood dripping from his hand as his grip tightened.
Krill took a bite out of his cupcake. "No idea," he chewed loudly. "A black truck left city limits six hours ago. Could be him, could be a Bat Metal tribute band."
Ted slammed the metal table. "Just find him."
"OoOoOoh," Krill replied mockingly, as he leapt into an orange portal, leaving the family alone. Ted gripped the scalpel even tighter.
"Dad, if you want to be alone, I understand-" Bridget began.
Ted shook his head, smiling faintly. "How'd they get to that car, kitten? How, did they get past you?" he asked her; and, without warning, he thrust the scalpel deep into Jumbo's chest- snarling as he did it. Bridget recoiled in fright, a hand placed on her holster.
"Stupid. Lazy. Fucking. Idiot," Carson bellowed at him, digging deeper into his flesh with each word, his breath rough and ragged.
He tilted his head towards his daughter, his face caked in Jumbo's blood, and hissed. "If you'd just done your fucking job, maybe you'd still have an uncle."
==The Iceberg Lounge==
November 11th. 20:58
Sionis looked up at the ceiling. Hanging from the rafters were a series of pale blue, glitter covered banners, all plastered with the same two words:
"Mayor Cobblepot," he read. "Surprised they even let you run again after that last term..."
"Well, City Hall is hardly a stranger to controversy," Penguin said smugly, leaning onto his umbrella. "Their golden boy was framed for murder and impeached before his time. And his replacements were a couple of Owl puppets who met rather unfortunate ends... Now a "former" mob boss on the other hand, that is much more palatable, wouldn't you say? There's a reason why they call it "organised" crime. It's manageable."
Sionis shrugged irritably, and sat back down beside Oswald. He glanced at Ferris, now poking a straw through the slit in his mask, and White, picking his teeth with a wooden splint, and swiftly downed his glass of scotch. Cobblepot flashed him an amused smile.
A guard rapped on the door. "White Mask just pulled up outside, sir," he called out. Li threw an anxious look at his boss.
Sionis pulled on his collar, adjusting his tie. "Send him in."
The doors flung open: dressed in a pristine white suit and a matching mask was David Franco. To his right, dressed in a blue suit, and a red ascot, was a scarred man Li recognised as Franco's own right hand, the Physician, who grumbled obnoxiously as he pulled a chair in-between White and Ferris, the latter's nose twitching as a faint fishy smell drifted into his mask.
Franco waved at the assembly, and took a seat opposite Roman; Great White struggled to stifle a laugh as the party turned to look at him, confused. "I always wondered what a Spy vs Spy remake would look like," he explained. "Deep cut, I know."
"Neutral location, smart!" Franco declared, turning his head back to Sionis, and removing his mask; exposing a mountain of swept back dirty blonde hair, and a pair of thick eyebrows. Ferris shot him an approving look.
White muttered under his breath. "Oh, Roman, his mask comes off. Does yours?"
"I know it's smart, it was my idea," Sionis replied stiffly, ignoring White's teasing.
Franco chuckled, as he pulled his seat closer to Roman's, and presented his fist. "It's great we can be civil like this, eh bro?"
Sionis looked at the expectant fist, and shook his head irritably. "Uh-Un."
Li cleared his throat, as he lay a printed document onto the table. "Mr Sionis would like you to refrain from using the following terms whilst in his presence: brother, bro, buddy, pal, friend, chum, dude and man."
"I can't say man? Man..." Franco sighed.
Sionis winced.
"He has also requested that all business be conducted through me," Li added.
"Is... Is "Mr Sionis" mute or something?" Franco paused.
"Mr Sionis was very close to his father. He found his infidelity highly upsetting," Bookworm explained.
Franco looked at Sionis then back at Li, eyebrow raised. "Really, because I thought he killed him?"
Intent on changing the subject, Penguin ran his fork along his plate loudly. "The Chilean Sea Bass is wonderful, you know," he said.
Ferris poked his own fish grumpily. "You got any hamburgers?" he grumbled.
"There's a Big Belly Burger down the street," Li replied, in the hope Ferris would simply get up and leave. Instead, Iron-Hat reached into his pocket, and ordered a takeaway on his phone.
"I'll take a blubber shake," the Physician said to Cobblepot expectantly.
Li noted the peculiar request, and looked at him curiously.
"Ah, my staff made some choice changes to our menu following the reconstruction. The blubber shakes were unsustainable. And violated several health codes..." Penguin murmured.
"Then, I'll just have water," he growled disappointingly. Cobblepot snapped his fingers, and the waiter disappointed into the kitchen, returning moments later with a small glass.
Sionis pushed his chair out, and walked out the room. "I can't do this."
"Excuse me," Li said, as he followed him into the cloakroom.
Left alone, the remaining mobsters sat idly, listening to them argue through the walls. Their attention diverted, the Physician grabbed the salt shaker, and poured it into his glass of water, stirring it with the end of Ferris' fork.
"Sir, please-" Li's voice called out.
"David Franco, Li. Dave Franco!" Sionis' voice hissed back angrily.
"It's a little confusing, but-"
"A little? A little! How can I run a drug empire without a hundred people hounding me on Twitter about a 23rd Jump Street film?"
"He's not Dave Franco."
"Don't care. Tell him to change his name."
"I'm not doing that."
"Yes. Do that. Call him... William, or Alex, or Usurper, you're good with names."
"Sir, you know what's at stake here."
...
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine."
The door creaked open, as Sionis walked back in briskly, and slid into his chair. "I'm... supposed to invite you to a party. Every year, Janus hosts a holiday party, and this year-" Sionis looked at Li for support. "This year, I'd like you to attend."
White Mask put a thoughtful hand to his chin. "A party? In this climate? Government guidelines say-"
"Just. Say. Yes," Roman said through gritted teeth.
"Then yes," Franco replied uneasily. "Don't suppose I could bring a date?" he inquired.
"Sure," Sionis laughed suddenly. "And hell, if you can find someone who can stand to look at you- let alone bone you, all power to you."
"Finally," Ferris exclaimed, as he grabbed his food from the delivery boy, and poured the greasy mixture over the table. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you lot want anything?"
==Jenna Duffy's Apartment==
November 12th. 19:38
Jenna sat on her sofa, her phone sat beside her on a plump cushion. Every two minutes she'd glance at it longingly, as though she were waiting on something or someone, but she'd always resist. She paused the television- still playing a news report on the Wayne Manor fire, and wondered. 'Was that him?' she thought anxiously.
She let out a deep sigh, and finally, she relented, reaching out to her phone, only to find nothing- No text messages, no missed calls. Disappointed, she tossed it aside, and tucked her legs under again.
The doorbell chimed. 'Was it him?' she wondered again. 'Could it be?'
As she put her slippers on, she thought about what she'd say- most of it involved calling him a reckless idiot. She took a deep breath, and tugged on the door handle.
"Gar-" she began, then took a surprised step back. Dressed in a black overcoat, drenched in rain, and with an enormous box of chocolates tucked under his arm, was the White Mask.
"Davey?" she asked.
"Hiya, Jelly Bean, you have a moment?"
White Supremacy (1/1)
==Gotham Morgue==
November 5th. 14:50
"After four hours, firefighters have finally quelled the blaze at Wayne Manor. The fire, which is suspected to have began at 2:00am this morning, tore up through the west study and burned down the west wing. The cause of the blaze is still unknown, with Bruce Wayne unavailable for comment. His legal team was seen combating the police department outside the estate earlier today-" the television rang out.
"Sorry, we weren't sure how to reach you," the mortician said, as he walked Bridget, Ted and a third-wheeling Krill over to a covered body, and removed the sheet from off its' face.
"Yeah," Bridget sighed, as she placed her hand on his cheek. "That's him, that's Jacob."
The Mortician nodded, and left the room.
One hand clasped around a pink cupcake, Krill moved the blanket aside and whistled. "Boy, no wonder they called him Ant Man," he remarked, as he examined the naked body.
"They called him Ant Man, because he was five foot four, you unfeeling bastard," Pike replied.
Carson shook his head, looking down, glassy eyed at Jumbo's still figure. In his hand, he held a metal scalpel. "Where's Walker now?" he whispered, blood dripping from his hand as his grip tightened.
Krill took a bite out of his cupcake. "No idea," he chewed loudly. "A black truck left city limits six hours ago. Could be him, could be a Bat Metal tribute band."
Ted slammed the metal table. "Just find him."
"OoOoOoh," Krill replied mockingly, as he leapt into an orange portal, leaving the family alone. Ted gripped the scalpel even tighter.
"Dad, if you want to be alone, I understand-" Bridget began.
Ted shook his head, smiling faintly. "How'd they get to that car, kitten? How, did they get past you?" he asked her; and, without warning, he thrust the scalpel deep into Jumbo's chest- snarling as he did it. Bridget recoiled in fright, a hand placed on her holster.
"Stupid. Lazy. Fucking. Idiot," Carson bellowed at him, digging deeper into his flesh with each word, his breath rough and ragged.
He tilted his head towards his daughter, his face caked in Jumbo's blood, and hissed. "If you'd just done your fucking job, maybe you'd still have an uncle."
==The Iceberg Lounge==
November 11th. 20:58
Sionis looked up at the ceiling. Hanging from the rafters were a series of pale blue, glitter covered banners, all plastered with the same two words:
"Mayor Cobblepot," he read. "Surprised they even let you run again after that last term..."
"Well, City Hall is hardly a stranger to controversy," Penguin said smugly, leaning onto his umbrella. "Their golden boy was framed for murder and impeached before his time. And his replacements were a couple of Owl puppets who met rather unfortunate ends... Now a "former" mob boss on the other hand, that is much more palatable, wouldn't you say? There's a reason why they call it "organised" crime. It's manageable."
Sionis shrugged irritably, and sat back down beside Oswald. He glanced at Ferris, now poking a straw through the slit in his mask, and White, picking his teeth with a wooden splint, and swiftly downed his glass of scotch. Cobblepot flashed him an amused smile.
A guard rapped on the door. "White Mask just pulled up outside, sir," he called out. Li threw an anxious look at his boss.
Sionis pulled on his collar, adjusting his tie. "Send him in."
The doors flung open: dressed in a pristine white suit and a matching mask was David Franco. To his right, dressed in a blue suit, and a red ascot, was a scarred man Li recognised as Franco's own right hand, the Physician, who grumbled obnoxiously as he pulled a chair in-between White and Ferris, the latter's nose twitching as a faint fishy smell drifted into his mask.
Franco waved at the assembly, and took a seat opposite Roman; Great White struggled to stifle a laugh as the party turned to look at him, confused. "I always wondered what a Spy vs Spy remake would look like," he explained. "Deep cut, I know."
"Neutral location, smart!" Franco declared, turning his head back to Sionis, and removing his mask; exposing a mountain of swept back dirty blonde hair, and a pair of thick eyebrows. Ferris shot him an approving look.
White muttered under his breath. "Oh, Roman, his mask comes off. Does yours?"
"I know it's smart, it was my idea," Sionis replied stiffly, ignoring White's teasing.
Franco chuckled, as he pulled his seat closer to Roman's, and presented his fist. "It's great we can be civil like this, eh bro?"
Sionis looked at the expectant fist, and shook his head irritably. "Uh-Un."
Li cleared his throat, as he lay a printed document onto the table. "Mr Sionis would like you to refrain from using the following terms whilst in his presence: brother, bro, buddy, pal, friend, chum, dude and man."
"I can't say man? Man..." Franco sighed.
Sionis winced.
"He has also requested that all business be conducted through me," Li added.
"Is... Is "Mr Sionis" mute or something?" Franco paused.
"Mr Sionis was very close to his father. He found his infidelity highly upsetting," Bookworm explained.
Franco looked at Sionis then back at Li, eyebrow raised. "Really, because I thought he killed him?"
Intent on changing the subject, Penguin ran his fork along his plate loudly. "The Chilean Sea Bass is wonderful, you know," he said.
Ferris poked his own fish grumpily. "You got any hamburgers?" he grumbled.
"There's a Big Belly Burger down the street," Li replied, in the hope Ferris would simply get up and leave. Instead, Iron-Hat reached into his pocket, and ordered a takeaway on his phone.
"I'll take a blubber shake," the Physician said to Cobblepot expectantly.
Li noted the peculiar request, and looked at him curiously.
"Ah, my staff made some choice changes to our menu following the reconstruction. The blubber shakes were unsustainable. And violated several health codes..." Penguin murmured.
"Then, I'll just have water," he growled disappointingly. Cobblepot snapped his fingers, and the waiter disappointed into the kitchen, returning moments later with a small glass.
Sionis pushed his chair out, and walked out the room. "I can't do this."
"Excuse me," Li said, as he followed him into the cloakroom.
Left alone, the remaining mobsters sat idly, listening to them argue through the walls. Their attention diverted, the Physician grabbed the salt shaker, and poured it into his glass of water, stirring it with the end of Ferris' fork.
"Sir, please-" Li's voice called out.
"David Franco, Li. Dave Franco!" Sionis' voice hissed back angrily.
"It's a little confusing, but-"
"A little? A little! How can I run a drug empire without a hundred people hounding me on Twitter about a 23rd Jump Street film?"
"He's not Dave Franco."
"Don't care. Tell him to change his name."
"I'm not doing that."
"Yes. Do that. Call him... William, or Alex, or Usurper, you're good with names."
"Sir, you know what's at stake here."
...
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine."
The door creaked open, as Sionis walked back in briskly, and slid into his chair. "I'm... supposed to invite you to a party. Every year, Janus hosts a holiday party, and this year-" Sionis looked at Li for support. "This year, I'd like you to attend."
White Mask put a thoughtful hand to his chin. "A party? In this climate? Government guidelines say-"
"Just. Say. Yes," Roman said through gritted teeth.
"Then yes," Franco replied uneasily. "Don't suppose I could bring a date?" he inquired.
"Sure," Sionis laughed suddenly. "And hell, if you can find someone who can stand to look at you- let alone bone you, all power to you."
"Finally," Ferris exclaimed, as he grabbed his food from the delivery boy, and poured the greasy mixture over the table. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you lot want anything?"
==Jenna Duffy's Apartment==
November 12th. 19:38
Jenna sat on her sofa, her phone sat beside her on a plump cushion. Every two minutes she'd glance at it longingly, as though she were waiting on something or someone, but she'd always resist. She paused the television- still playing a news report on the Wayne Manor fire, and wondered. 'Was that him?' she thought anxiously.
She let out a deep sigh, and finally, she relented, reaching out to her phone, only to find nothing- No text messages, no missed calls. Disappointed, she tossed it aside, and tucked her legs under again.
The doorbell chimed. 'Was it him?' she wondered again. 'Could it be?'
As she put her slippers on, she thought about what she'd say- most of it involved calling him a reckless idiot. She took a deep breath, and tugged on the door handle.
"Gar-" she began, then took a surprised step back. Dressed in a black overcoat, drenched in rain, and with an enormous box of chocolates tucked under his arm, was the White Mask.
"Davey?" she asked.
"Hiya, Jelly Bean, you have a moment?"