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The batman #3: blackgate jester 2/4
Bruce enters the Flaming skeletal wreck that was once a high security prison, through the obvious gap. The now almost non-existent rooftop. Without bringing the building to the ground, he drops almost gracefully to the concrete, instantly feeling the cold presence of prison thugs confident enough to think they have a chance against him
Bruce(to himself): I hate this bit
The first inmate hurls his meaty fists at Bruce, missing completely and instead landing his knuckles right in the smug face of his unfortunate “associate” who instantly proceeds to punching the man’s teeth out. Bruce of course lands several blows to the two thugs, and grabs them by the collars
Batman: get out of here now and turn yourselves into the GCPD. Your surrounded and if you don’t...I know your faces
Bruce then leaves the two men in shuddering fear to stumble back out into Harvey bullocks palm just as the bat told them.
Batman (into his comm): Alfred
Alfred: here as always sir
Batman: came in through a gap in the ceiling. I’m gonna head to the maximum security block. Some inside info says they’re keeping Arkham inmates in there during the rebuilding of the asylum but It’s like a maze in here. I’ll need directions
Alfreds: of course sir. I’ll get up a layout now...ok what’s around you sir. Any landmarks?
Batman: mostly grey blocks of concrete but there’s some sort of in door watch tower I can tell you that much
Alfred: cell block J Bruce? There should be something to indicate that. Perhaps on the ground?
Batman: uh..yes Alfred it’s J alright?...hang on, more inmates
Bruce quickly deals with an incoming wave of thugs, all armed with feeble excuses for weapons. Rolling pins, pans etc. After nearly knocking out several, they listen to Bruce and run in terror back out to the parking lot.
Batman: sorry about that Alfred. Please continue
Alfred: yes...ahead of you should be a curved corridor that takes you further towards the maximum security block. Go through there, take your first right and you’ll come across a stair case
Bruce: yes I see the stair case
Alfred: up the stairs. They will take you across a caged bridge. At the end of this you will find a very large metal door and you will be there. Good luck sir. And remember. Come...
Batman:....back in one piece. I know Alfred (chuckles)
Bruce finds himself at the hulking, monstrous steel doors, proceeding to carefully lining the edges with an extremely powerful explosive gel. After waiting a moment, the doors are blasted open and Bruce enters. This is when the laughing and screaming begins
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Another cell within one of the standard cell blocks
A large, hunched old Hispanic man with slicked back grey hair and a well kept moustache and goatee, kicks at his cells door angered by its refusal to let him be free. Luckily for the man however, he spies an old friend not too far off who appears to be coming his way.
The man known by the name of Mortimer drake utters a name beneath his breath
Drake: walker...Drury Walker
Drury spies the helpless man, instantly recognising his old and beloved mentor. He, to lens bewilderment leaves all behind to free the man beginning by hurling away several mounds of rubble and taking a steel crowbar to the cell door
Drake: you came to this place for me!? Why?!
Drury: to save you drake. Why do you think
Drake: Pah. Have I taught you nothing child. The first rule of a true cavalier is not to insult another fellow cavalier with the implication of acting saviour!..Though admittedly I am somewhat flattered by your efforts
Drury: ah yes yes of course Mortimer. But you know I really could not let a man of your...cavalier,(chuckles to himself) Rot away in a dastardly place such as this for a crime he is absolutely innocent of!
Drake: yes yes...innocent of course. Atleast you could see that Drury
Len: sorry. Uh back up. What in the hell you too rambling on about. I’m sorry but two drurys that’s a lot to handle. He’s bad enough ya know. Goddamnit what has my life come to
Drake: Drury. Who is this man
Drury Walker: an accomplice. Somewhat of a bag carrier to tell the truth...
Drake: ahaha. Looks it
Len: for Christ’s sake. Just explain a few teensy little things. A) how the hell ya know Drury. B) what you in for? Cos I’m lost I tell ya
Drake: you’ve heard of the cavalier I presume?...an expert criminal mind and professional in the field of heists.
Len:...eh...no
Drake: hm disappointing. But Mortimer drake. Surely you’ve heard his name in the wind. A world renowned classical actor and master of his craft.
Len:....uh that’s another no
Drake: well then you boy are uneducated because you want to know something boy?...both of those world famous artists and pioneers of their respective fields...well they boy, are me...Now I can understand that you might perhaps request a signature or photograph of some form, but that dear boy shall have to wait...because for now I cannot help but be mesmerised. Mesmerised by your marvellous attire Drury. Does truly make a man proud you know! The student has truly become the master! Well not quite the master, I’m still the real master but I’m sure you get the idea. Now on the subject of attire. You have mine? Surely you do?
Drury: well actually Mortimer...
Drake: No?! It cannot be. You mean to say you expect a master mind such as myself to assume his criminal duties without the correct attire?!? Pah! Outrageous.
Drury: If I had it, I would have bought it Mortimer. But it is the simple truth that I do not know where such a thing might be found.
Drake: hmmm. Yes you speak some truth I suppose. I’ll try to keep my “cool” on these matters such as this on future occasions. Though we will, and I mean this Drury, we will have to make it our absolute priority that upon escape of this foul and wretched place, that we visit the one and only Paul Dekker aka the crazy quilt!!! Truly marvellous compadre and no doubt the man to go to for a more fitting attire than these wretched rags of a petty burglar which I find myself tragically clothed in
Drury: well of course Mortimer. I had wanted to speak to the man myself on account of my own attire. You see, short of wealth, I was forced to go to an amateur for this attire you see before you. And even then I was forced to make the finishing touches myself for I could not stand his ignorance. So much that I was damn near refusing to pay the man!
Len: yeah that’s lovely. But we gonna have to get outta here now so if you two are done reminiscing bout “attire” and whatnot, I’d like to move this show along if that’s okay with you. Any objections? Yeah didn’t think so
Drake: I might have a few...
Len: heh funny. Don’t care lets argue outside of the crumbling down prison block that just so happens to be on fire.
Drury: very well if you must be so eager, I cannot condemn your thoughts of self preservation. I must instead respect them for I thouroughly believe that not only do they benefit yourself but...
Lenny: just shut the hell up and move your asses
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Nearby the maximum security block
Punch sings tirelessly without rhythm nor beat as he strolls eerily through the prisons damp corridors, accompanied by the painful melody of old rusty metal clanging and scraping as the getaway genius dawdles behind punch and Tensil
Punch: le..ts go fly a...kite up to...the highest height...flying fly fly kitey kite...kite....oh I forget the words sometimes you know..... shocker to me as it is toooo youuu. Used to be like a canary...now I’m more like a pigeonhole
They arrive at the grand entrance of the block to find no more security than a missing door
Punch: eheh...not so maximum huh?...or secure...*cough...am I right hehehe
He turns around: ...I said...oh shit. Uh you know. I haven’t got a problem with you sir. I happen to be a fan...so I guess that makes you my idol..eheh.. I’ll be on my wa...
The man he refers to as his idol just so happens to be twice his size. And added onto that..just so happens to be the batman. And just so happens to have the getaway genius held tightly in his arms
Batman: let go of the boy...and take off the muzzle.
Punch: hehehe you probably think I’m sick in the head...you’d be right you know *cough cough. But what you wouldn’t be right on...what you’d be wrong on...is...that I give a teensy speck about that there rusty tin man...go ahead kill him
Getaway genius: getaway...getaway...getaway!!
Batman:...no
Punch quickly takes his chance to throw a blow but is soon stopped when Bruce effortlessly trips him up....he saw it coming. But what he didn’t was this...
Punch stares into Tensils blank eyes and after loosening his muzzle, says: go on. Take it off but word of advice. maybe just maybe you might wanna be sure not to set off the 4 pounds of c4 inside your gut...cos that’d be a real damn shame now. wouldn’t it.
Batman: ...you’re lying
Tensil speaks in a wispy and raw tone that assures Bruce that he speaks the truth: no...he is not....He speaks only truth.....on this occasion
Bruce then without hesitation drops the getaway genius, allowing he and punch to flee from the scene
Batman: I want to help you... but first I must know. Are you human
Tensil: I am...not.... I was aware when I came that your race would likely deem me an alien...inhuman.... it appears I was more right than I had believed....
Batman: why does he need you?
Tensil: because to him, I am no more than an instrument or a tool. The ability that comes with being born into my race, is the ability to chew and swallow quite literally anything. Including C4.
Batman: I can get you a surgeon. To take it out of you...we’ll have to be quick
Tensil: no no. No surgeon. If the c4 explodes all that will happen is i May expand ever so slightly. He..of course did not know that
Batman: and you let him get away for nothing
Tensil: you, despite the fact that I admire your cause, can not be the one to see him punished. That is for me to do...alone. I suggest you leave me to do just that
Batman: I can’t let you do that. Twisted and evil he may be, all deserve justice. You will not take his life. I won’t let you
Tensil: yes but you won’t stop me either. No I’m sorry. You can’t stop me. You’re just a human. I am “a planet threatening extra terrestrial” good bye.... batman
Bruce, knowing he is helpless to catching up with Tensil, takes another root, heading through the prisons ventilation shaft
The batman #3: blackgate jester 2/4
Bruce enters the Flaming skeletal wreck that was once a high security prison, through the obvious gap. The now almost non-existent rooftop. Without bringing the building to the ground, he drops almost gracefully to the concrete, instantly feeling the cold presence of prison thugs confident enough to think they have a chance against him
Bruce(to himself): I hate this bit
The first inmate hurls his meaty fists at Bruce, missing completely and instead landing his knuckles right in the smug face of his unfortunate “associate” who instantly proceeds to punching the man’s teeth out. Bruce of course lands several blows to the two thugs, and grabs them by the collars
Batman: get out of here now and turn yourselves into the GCPD. Your surrounded and if you don’t...I know your faces
Bruce then leaves the two men in shuddering fear to stumble back out into Harvey bullocks palm just as the bat told them.
Batman (into his comm): Alfred
Alfred: here as always sir
Batman: came in through a gap in the ceiling. I’m gonna head to the maximum security block. Some inside info says they’re keeping Arkham inmates in there during the rebuilding of the asylum but It’s like a maze in here. I’ll need directions
Alfreds: of course sir. I’ll get up a layout now...ok what’s around you sir. Any landmarks?
Batman: mostly grey blocks of concrete but there’s some sort of in door watch tower I can tell you that much
Alfred: cell block J Bruce? There should be something to indicate that. Perhaps on the ground?
Batman: uh..yes Alfred it’s J alright?...hang on, more inmates
Bruce quickly deals with an incoming wave of thugs, all armed with feeble excuses for weapons. Rolling pins, pans etc. After nearly knocking out several, they listen to Bruce and run in terror back out to the parking lot.
Batman: sorry about that Alfred. Please continue
Alfred: yes...ahead of you should be a curved corridor that takes you further towards the maximum security block. Go through there, take your first right and you’ll come across a stair case
Bruce: yes I see the stair case
Alfred: up the stairs. They will take you across a caged bridge. At the end of this you will find a very large metal door and you will be there. Good luck sir. And remember. Come...
Batman:....back in one piece. I know Alfred (chuckles)
Bruce finds himself at the hulking, monstrous steel doors, proceeding to carefully lining the edges with an extremely powerful explosive gel. After waiting a moment, the doors are blasted open and Bruce enters. This is when the laughing and screaming begins
———————————————————
Another cell within one of the standard cell blocks
A large, hunched old Hispanic man with slicked back grey hair and a well kept moustache and goatee, kicks at his cells door angered by its refusal to let him be free. Luckily for the man however, he spies an old friend not too far off who appears to be coming his way.
The man known by the name of Mortimer drake utters a name beneath his breath
Drake: walker...Drury Walker
Drury spies the helpless man, instantly recognising his old and beloved mentor. He, to lens bewilderment leaves all behind to free the man beginning by hurling away several mounds of rubble and taking a steel crowbar to the cell door
Drake: you came to this place for me!? Why?!
Drury: to save you drake. Why do you think
Drake: Pah. Have I taught you nothing child. The first rule of a true cavalier is not to insult another fellow cavalier with the implication of acting saviour!..Though admittedly I am somewhat flattered by your efforts
Drury: ah yes yes of course Mortimer. But you know I really could not let a man of your...cavalier,(chuckles to himself) Rot away in a dastardly place such as this for a crime he is absolutely innocent of!
Drake: yes yes...innocent of course. Atleast you could see that Drury
Len: sorry. Uh back up. What in the hell you too rambling on about. I’m sorry but two drurys that’s a lot to handle. He’s bad enough ya know. Goddamnit what has my life come to
Drake: Drury. Who is this man
Drury Walker: an accomplice. Somewhat of a bag carrier to tell the truth...
Drake: ahaha. Looks it
Len: for Christ’s sake. Just explain a few teensy little things. A) how the hell ya know Drury. B) what you in for? Cos I’m lost I tell ya
Drake: you’ve heard of the cavalier I presume?...an expert criminal mind and professional in the field of heists.
Len:...eh...no
Drake: hm disappointing. But Mortimer drake. Surely you’ve heard his name in the wind. A world renowned classical actor and master of his craft.
Len:....uh that’s another no
Drake: well then you boy are uneducated because you want to know something boy?...both of those world famous artists and pioneers of their respective fields...well they boy, are me...Now I can understand that you might perhaps request a signature or photograph of some form, but that dear boy shall have to wait...because for now I cannot help but be mesmerised. Mesmerised by your marvellous attire Drury. Does truly make a man proud you know! The student has truly become the master! Well not quite the master, I’m still the real master but I’m sure you get the idea. Now on the subject of attire. You have mine? Surely you do?
Drury: well actually Mortimer...
Drake: No?! It cannot be. You mean to say you expect a master mind such as myself to assume his criminal duties without the correct attire?!? Pah! Outrageous.
Drury: If I had it, I would have bought it Mortimer. But it is the simple truth that I do not know where such a thing might be found.
Drake: hmmm. Yes you speak some truth I suppose. I’ll try to keep my “cool” on these matters such as this on future occasions. Though we will, and I mean this Drury, we will have to make it our absolute priority that upon escape of this foul and wretched place, that we visit the one and only Paul Dekker aka the crazy quilt!!! Truly marvellous compadre and no doubt the man to go to for a more fitting attire than these wretched rags of a petty burglar which I find myself tragically clothed in
Drury: well of course Mortimer. I had wanted to speak to the man myself on account of my own attire. You see, short of wealth, I was forced to go to an amateur for this attire you see before you. And even then I was forced to make the finishing touches myself for I could not stand his ignorance. So much that I was damn near refusing to pay the man!
Len: yeah that’s lovely. But we gonna have to get outta here now so if you two are done reminiscing bout “attire” and whatnot, I’d like to move this show along if that’s okay with you. Any objections? Yeah didn’t think so
Drake: I might have a few...
Len: heh funny. Don’t care lets argue outside of the crumbling down prison block that just so happens to be on fire.
Drury: very well if you must be so eager, I cannot condemn your thoughts of self preservation. I must instead respect them for I thouroughly believe that not only do they benefit yourself but...
Lenny: just shut the hell up and move your asses
———————————————————
Nearby the maximum security block
Punch sings tirelessly without rhythm nor beat as he strolls eerily through the prisons damp corridors, accompanied by the painful melody of old rusty metal clanging and scraping as the getaway genius dawdles behind punch and Tensil
Punch: le..ts go fly a...kite up to...the highest height...flying fly fly kitey kite...kite....oh I forget the words sometimes you know..... shocker to me as it is toooo youuu. Used to be like a canary...now I’m more like a pigeonhole
They arrive at the grand entrance of the block to find no more security than a missing door
Punch: eheh...not so maximum huh?...or secure...*cough...am I right hehehe
He turns around: ...I said...oh shit. Uh you know. I haven’t got a problem with you sir. I happen to be a fan...so I guess that makes you my idol..eheh.. I’ll be on my wa...
The man he refers to as his idol just so happens to be twice his size. And added onto that..just so happens to be the batman. And just so happens to have the getaway genius held tightly in his arms
Batman: let go of the boy...and take off the muzzle.
Punch: hehehe you probably think I’m sick in the head...you’d be right you know *cough cough. But what you wouldn’t be right on...what you’d be wrong on...is...that I give a teensy speck about that there rusty tin man...go ahead kill him
Getaway genius: getaway...getaway...getaway!!
Batman:...no
Punch quickly takes his chance to throw a blow but is soon stopped when Bruce effortlessly trips him up....he saw it coming. But what he didn’t was this...
Punch stares into Tensils blank eyes and after loosening his muzzle, says: go on. Take it off but word of advice. maybe just maybe you might wanna be sure not to set off the 4 pounds of c4 inside your gut...cos that’d be a real damn shame now. wouldn’t it.
Batman: ...you’re lying
Tensil speaks in a wispy and raw tone that assures Bruce that he speaks the truth: no...he is not....He speaks only truth.....on this occasion
Bruce then without hesitation drops the getaway genius, allowing he and punch to flee from the scene
Batman: I want to help you... but first I must know. Are you human
Tensil: I am...not.... I was aware when I came that your race would likely deem me an alien...inhuman.... it appears I was more right than I had believed....
Batman: why does he need you?
Tensil: because to him, I am no more than an instrument or a tool. The ability that comes with being born into my race, is the ability to chew and swallow quite literally anything. Including C4.
Batman: I can get you a surgeon. To take it out of you...we’ll have to be quick
Tensil: no no. No surgeon. If the c4 explodes all that will happen is i May expand ever so slightly. He..of course did not know that
Batman: and you let him get away for nothing
Tensil: you, despite the fact that I admire your cause, can not be the one to see him punished. That is for me to do...alone. I suggest you leave me to do just that
Batman: I can’t let you do that. Twisted and evil he may be, all deserve justice. You will not take his life. I won’t let you
Tensil: yes but you won’t stop me either. No I’m sorry. You can’t stop me. You’re just a human. I am “a planet threatening extra terrestrial” good bye.... batman
Bruce, knowing he is helpless to catching up with Tensil, takes another root, heading through the prisons ventilation shaft