Tanerine25
Gotham Underground: The Generator
Empress drove through the streets of Gotham with a lead foot, racing past looting and plundering, fires, pleas for help. She didn’t seem to hear them.
Arnold Wesker, however, did, and pleaded with both Empress and his puppet to stop and help people.
“We will be helping people, as soon as we get the generator. We’ll be stopping nukes.”
“Yeah, you dummy! Don’t get distracted!”
The two...ahem, three arrived at the hospital within 20 minutes. They quickly disembarked from the “Riddler Racer” and made their way to the generator room, where they were met with...
“Dr. Phosphorus?”
Phos looked up from twiddling his thumbs to see who asked for him, “Oh, hello...you’re the Ventriloquist and Empress Penguin right?”
“Correct, Dr. Sartorius.”
“Now hang on a damn second...dis is the generatah that the Riddlah sent us to get? Some guy?” Scarface asked.
“Uh...yeah. This is penance for my crimes. Of course, uh, I volunteered. Pays the bills. Lot better than Arkham.” Phosphorus responded.
“Are you displeased with the plan, Scarface?” Esmeralda asked the puppet.
“‘Course I’m displeased! This whole damn plan is bullshit! Riddlah’s a dumbass!”
“Mr. Scarface, please! He’s the leader of the underworld, you shouldn’t-“ Wesker was cut short by his puppet.
“Shut up, dummy! I should be leadin’ the undahworld! Not some question obsessed freak!”
Empress Penguin drew a pistol, and Scarface retaliated with his tommy gun.
“Now, Scarface, I’m getting a bit tired of you.”
“Shut up, dame! You’re gonna be the first death from kingpin Scarfa-“
A shot rang out in the generator room.
Scarface fell limp on Arnold Wesker’s arm.
“You...you killed Mr. Scarface!”
Empress smirked, “It seems I did. Now, Dr. Sartorius. You need to come with us.”
“But, the hospital, I can’t just leave...”
“Doctor. If you don’t, there won’t be a hospital to power. There are nukes trained on the city. Come with us.”
Alex thought for a moment and then nodded, detaching himself from the apparatus he was inside.
Arnold was standing there, staring at the “body” of Scarface, teary eyed.
“Arnold,” Empress Penguin turned to him, “Leave the puppet. Let’s go.”
Gotham Underground: The Generator
Empress drove through the streets of Gotham with a lead foot, racing past looting and plundering, fires, pleas for help. She didn’t seem to hear them.
Arnold Wesker, however, did, and pleaded with both Empress and his puppet to stop and help people.
“We will be helping people, as soon as we get the generator. We’ll be stopping nukes.”
“Yeah, you dummy! Don’t get distracted!”
The two...ahem, three arrived at the hospital within 20 minutes. They quickly disembarked from the “Riddler Racer” and made their way to the generator room, where they were met with...
“Dr. Phosphorus?”
Phos looked up from twiddling his thumbs to see who asked for him, “Oh, hello...you’re the Ventriloquist and Empress Penguin right?”
“Correct, Dr. Sartorius.”
“Now hang on a damn second...dis is the generatah that the Riddlah sent us to get? Some guy?” Scarface asked.
“Uh...yeah. This is penance for my crimes. Of course, uh, I volunteered. Pays the bills. Lot better than Arkham.” Phosphorus responded.
“Are you displeased with the plan, Scarface?” Esmeralda asked the puppet.
“‘Course I’m displeased! This whole damn plan is bullshit! Riddlah’s a dumbass!”
“Mr. Scarface, please! He’s the leader of the underworld, you shouldn’t-“ Wesker was cut short by his puppet.
“Shut up, dummy! I should be leadin’ the undahworld! Not some question obsessed freak!”
Empress Penguin drew a pistol, and Scarface retaliated with his tommy gun.
“Now, Scarface, I’m getting a bit tired of you.”
“Shut up, dame! You’re gonna be the first death from kingpin Scarfa-“
A shot rang out in the generator room.
Scarface fell limp on Arnold Wesker’s arm.
“You...you killed Mr. Scarface!”
Empress smirked, “It seems I did. Now, Dr. Sartorius. You need to come with us.”
“But, the hospital, I can’t just leave...”
“Doctor. If you don’t, there won’t be a hospital to power. There are nukes trained on the city. Come with us.”
Alex thought for a moment and then nodded, detaching himself from the apparatus he was inside.
Arnold was standing there, staring at the “body” of Scarface, teary eyed.
“Arnold,” Empress Penguin turned to him, “Leave the puppet. Let’s go.”