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The batman #2: petty thieves 2/3
The Gotham city docks
Having just heard of Drurys plot to cause a blackgate prison riot within the next few hours Lenny and Garfield sit underneath The blackgate bridge beside the docks disbelievingly, trying unsuccessfully to comprehend a breakout plan which they have unwillingly been factored into as if their involvement was previously agreed
Lenny gets up and goes to talk to Drury : so what we just gonna storm in or have you got a plan of some sort. Cos I’m all for it sure. But only If you got a plan. I ain’t going guns a blazin into that shithole completely unprepared yknow. Then of course there’s the matter of payment. Now Ill take single dollar notes. Provided there’s atleast a hundred of em. Cos this is a big job man and I’m a professional yknow.
Garfield(to Lenny ): a hundred dollars. You serious bout this len?
Lenny (whispering to Garth ):ha you think I’m gonna stick with that? Nah. Watch me haggle. Maybe you’ll learn a little
Drury: hmmm. A hundred dollars. For a knights service to his king? That does sound like a suitable reward... yes a hundred it is!
Lenny: make it 300 and you gotcha self a deal
Drury: 100 and I’ll pay for your taxi home
Lenny: oh yeah. Now that’s a deal. Pleasure doing business with you
Garfield: he straight ripped you off man.
Lenny: yeah but I don’t gotta walk home do I. See who’s laughing then (under his breath) assholes
Garfield: so Drury? The plan? It exists right?
Drury Walker: the plan? Oh yes! The plan! Here it comes now. Our golden chariot carrying some willing accomplices
He nods towards a white meat van stained morbidly at the sides with a mixture of brown and red. It pulls up and within a few cold seconds, everything changes. Something about the atmosphere. All the cheer gone and the mood bought down completely. The three aren’t at all the most serious or determined group ever and save for the occasional encounter with the falcone family, never really have to deal with the twisted nature of man. Until now that is
The three watch eagerly yet concerned, unaware of what to expect. Drury has some idea of what he has summoned but in actuality is unaware of what he’s gotten himself into
The white van stops, its engine goes silent and it’s doors begin to open. The deafening sound of scraping rusted metal echos about the docks bouncing from one shipping crate to another and making an unbearable impact upon the ears of the three
After what felt like hours of painful tension, a thin boney leg emerges from the drivers seat. Wrapped in red bandages, balanced upon a feeble foot, it comes into contact. A second joins it. This one made up of yellowed fabrics . Then a skinny hand and soon after another. Finally a torso accompanied by a nerving white mask and what seemed to once be the hat of a jester. The slender man reveals him self and slouches upon his car bonnet
???: hello there!...Drury Walker...Or is it the moth man these days I forget. I believe you called for me on that uh telephone thingy....Hehehe. It’s quite the privilege to get some work you know! My talents are often put to waste. Resources too...which I’m sure you know all about.
His dead and cold eyes stare mercilessly into the moths soul
Drury Walker attempts to preserve his eccentric and powerful demeanour but cannot help but come across as much more humble when met with the psychopaths strangely charming attitude
Drury Walker: Yes. I...believe we did. Speak that is....on the phone! Have you bought the tools necessary? I’m eager to see what it is you seem to place so much value upon...
???: that? Yes. Just one of the many tricks up my foul and deceitful sleeve. Not at all my favourite but arguably the most effective...Heheh...you’ll see it soon....very soon
Drury: and I expect you’ll be wanting a sizeable sum of money...Mr Punch
Punch: Oh of course. Payment. We’ll get to that later...now come let me introduce my accomplice...then my special...tool
The three follow the man, unsure of what exactly to expect yet fully aware that it shall chill them to the bones
They finally reach the back of the mans van, after what seems like hours of tediously stopping and starting behind the man who continuously turns around to check on them
The man takes hold of the doors latches and thrusts them upon, grinning to himself and shuffling about. He hops away to let the men process what foul things lie within
Punch(singing under his breath): I’d do anything...for you dear anything...for you mean everything...everything to me
(In a more usual tone) so gents. Are we tempted?
The three stand still, shaken by the mans lack of humanity. Yet somehow justify it in their minds over and over again.
Punch: I think we have a taker! Wonderful!
The batman #2: petty thieves 2/3
The Gotham city docks
Having just heard of Drurys plot to cause a blackgate prison riot within the next few hours Lenny and Garfield sit underneath The blackgate bridge beside the docks disbelievingly, trying unsuccessfully to comprehend a breakout plan which they have unwillingly been factored into as if their involvement was previously agreed
Lenny gets up and goes to talk to Drury : so what we just gonna storm in or have you got a plan of some sort. Cos I’m all for it sure. But only If you got a plan. I ain’t going guns a blazin into that shithole completely unprepared yknow. Then of course there’s the matter of payment. Now Ill take single dollar notes. Provided there’s atleast a hundred of em. Cos this is a big job man and I’m a professional yknow.
Garfield(to Lenny ): a hundred dollars. You serious bout this len?
Lenny (whispering to Garth ):ha you think I’m gonna stick with that? Nah. Watch me haggle. Maybe you’ll learn a little
Drury: hmmm. A hundred dollars. For a knights service to his king? That does sound like a suitable reward... yes a hundred it is!
Lenny: make it 300 and you gotcha self a deal
Drury: 100 and I’ll pay for your taxi home
Lenny: oh yeah. Now that’s a deal. Pleasure doing business with you
Garfield: he straight ripped you off man.
Lenny: yeah but I don’t gotta walk home do I. See who’s laughing then (under his breath) assholes
Garfield: so Drury? The plan? It exists right?
Drury Walker: the plan? Oh yes! The plan! Here it comes now. Our golden chariot carrying some willing accomplices
He nods towards a white meat van stained morbidly at the sides with a mixture of brown and red. It pulls up and within a few cold seconds, everything changes. Something about the atmosphere. All the cheer gone and the mood bought down completely. The three aren’t at all the most serious or determined group ever and save for the occasional encounter with the falcone family, never really have to deal with the twisted nature of man. Until now that is
The three watch eagerly yet concerned, unaware of what to expect. Drury has some idea of what he has summoned but in actuality is unaware of what he’s gotten himself into
The white van stops, its engine goes silent and it’s doors begin to open. The deafening sound of scraping rusted metal echos about the docks bouncing from one shipping crate to another and making an unbearable impact upon the ears of the three
After what felt like hours of painful tension, a thin boney leg emerges from the drivers seat. Wrapped in red bandages, balanced upon a feeble foot, it comes into contact. A second joins it. This one made up of yellowed fabrics . Then a skinny hand and soon after another. Finally a torso accompanied by a nerving white mask and what seemed to once be the hat of a jester. The slender man reveals him self and slouches upon his car bonnet
???: hello there!...Drury Walker...Or is it the moth man these days I forget. I believe you called for me on that uh telephone thingy....Hehehe. It’s quite the privilege to get some work you know! My talents are often put to waste. Resources too...which I’m sure you know all about.
His dead and cold eyes stare mercilessly into the moths soul
Drury Walker attempts to preserve his eccentric and powerful demeanour but cannot help but come across as much more humble when met with the psychopaths strangely charming attitude
Drury Walker: Yes. I...believe we did. Speak that is....on the phone! Have you bought the tools necessary? I’m eager to see what it is you seem to place so much value upon...
???: that? Yes. Just one of the many tricks up my foul and deceitful sleeve. Not at all my favourite but arguably the most effective...Heheh...you’ll see it soon....very soon
Drury: and I expect you’ll be wanting a sizeable sum of money...Mr Punch
Punch: Oh of course. Payment. We’ll get to that later...now come let me introduce my accomplice...then my special...tool
The three follow the man, unsure of what exactly to expect yet fully aware that it shall chill them to the bones
They finally reach the back of the mans van, after what seems like hours of tediously stopping and starting behind the man who continuously turns around to check on them
The man takes hold of the doors latches and thrusts them upon, grinning to himself and shuffling about. He hops away to let the men process what foul things lie within
Punch(singing under his breath): I’d do anything...for you dear anything...for you mean everything...everything to me
(In a more usual tone) so gents. Are we tempted?
The three stand still, shaken by the mans lack of humanity. Yet somehow justify it in their minds over and over again.
Punch: I think we have a taker! Wonderful!