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Gotham Underground: The Globe
“I fail to see the reason we’re visiting this...fool...” Nygma kicked up some dust on the floor of the building he and Black Mask had entered.
“Carter is a smart man, and if there is a ‘war’ coming, you’ll need this guy. He’s a jackass though.” Roman answered.
The two men walked up a few stairs and onto a platform with a large compass inlet into the panels. A bellowing British voice echoed through the dark building.
“Ah! Mr. Nygma and Roman! I knew you two would stray into my hemisphere someday!”
A man stepped out of the shadows and onto the compass platform. He wore respectable clothes, topped off with a giant globe on his head.
This was Hammond Carter, the Globe.
Nygma sneered, “Hello Mr. Carter.”
“My name is the Globe, Edward! Hammond Carter doesn’t run the most successful global heist syndicate in the world, the Globe does! I’m more successful than Roman was in his glory days, hah!”
Black Mask flicked at the trigger on his gun, “You’re still just a dumbass, Carter. You have a fucking globe on your head.”
The Globe turned to Black Mask and laughed, “This is no globe, it is a computerized tracking device! I can see every one of my agents all across the world at all times!” He spun the globe around on his head with his right hand.
Riddler was growing tired of this, “Mr. Carter, the Globe, whatever the hell you want to be called...I need your help.”
The Globe tilted his head at Riddler, “You do hmm? You didn’t seem to when you were making that think tank of yours...”
Riddler really didn’t want to come, but Roman insisted. Here was the reason why. Globe kept grudges.
“You see, the thing about this tracker, is it’s all in real time...in fact, 6 of my agents are closing in on you two as we speak...how’s that for smart, Nygma?”
Riddler rolled his eyes beneath his mask and took his cane into both hands, “Take care of the agents, Roman. I have the Globe...”
Gotham Underground: The Globe
“I fail to see the reason we’re visiting this...fool...” Nygma kicked up some dust on the floor of the building he and Black Mask had entered.
“Carter is a smart man, and if there is a ‘war’ coming, you’ll need this guy. He’s a jackass though.” Roman answered.
The two men walked up a few stairs and onto a platform with a large compass inlet into the panels. A bellowing British voice echoed through the dark building.
“Ah! Mr. Nygma and Roman! I knew you two would stray into my hemisphere someday!”
A man stepped out of the shadows and onto the compass platform. He wore respectable clothes, topped off with a giant globe on his head.
This was Hammond Carter, the Globe.
Nygma sneered, “Hello Mr. Carter.”
“My name is the Globe, Edward! Hammond Carter doesn’t run the most successful global heist syndicate in the world, the Globe does! I’m more successful than Roman was in his glory days, hah!”
Black Mask flicked at the trigger on his gun, “You’re still just a dumbass, Carter. You have a fucking globe on your head.”
The Globe turned to Black Mask and laughed, “This is no globe, it is a computerized tracking device! I can see every one of my agents all across the world at all times!” He spun the globe around on his head with his right hand.
Riddler was growing tired of this, “Mr. Carter, the Globe, whatever the hell you want to be called...I need your help.”
The Globe tilted his head at Riddler, “You do hmm? You didn’t seem to when you were making that think tank of yours...”
Riddler really didn’t want to come, but Roman insisted. Here was the reason why. Globe kept grudges.
“You see, the thing about this tracker, is it’s all in real time...in fact, 6 of my agents are closing in on you two as we speak...how’s that for smart, Nygma?”
Riddler rolled his eyes beneath his mask and took his cane into both hands, “Take care of the agents, Roman. I have the Globe...”