The batman #3: old friends 2/2

The VIP room at the iceberg lounge

 

Like two uncontrollable children, Lonnie and Floyd jump about shouting as they intensely play a game of table football.

Oswald who is currently discussing strategy with roman struggles to hide his irritation and let’s out at the two

 

Oswald: you behave like toddlers! Or monkeys excited over fire! Who let you bring that thing in anyway and where’d it come from

 

Floyd: huh? Oh...found it on the side of the road. Shame to let it go to waste

 

Oswald: egad...

 

Roman: Oswald. If you’d like to stop this painful but entertaining display of babysitting, I’d like you to meet a man who I believe will be a very important asset to this operation

 

Oswald: operation? Huh. That implys organisation. Tell it to those two

 

Roman: yes they’re idiots. Which is why I would like you to meet this friend of mine

 

Oswald: who is he?

 

Roman: no idea. He keeps his real name secret and butchers any man who knows it. He goes by the name metalhead...

 

Oswald: metalhead? Really roman?

 

Roman: don’t under estimate me. It was you that bought along “anarky” and “deadshot”

 

Oswald: fair deuce. Let’s see this metal face then

 

Roman: metal head and he should be here in a minute...

 

The two look over to the back door. The man in discussion swings it open, walks with loud thuds and then stands tall above roman and Oswald sat down at a table

 

Metalhead: Black mask. You called.

 

Roman: take a seat

 

Metalhead: no. You have a proposal ?

 

Roman with gritted teeth: yes...I propose this seat

 

The assassin shrugs his shoulders and takes a seat. His mask is decorated with a dozen or so metal spikes and the occasional smear of blood. Well only if occasional means all over ones face

 

Penguin: and you have come to do what? We’ve got an assassin roman. The best of the best

 

Roman: he’s a gun man oswald. Or at least a hitman. Hitmen and assassins are very different things.

 

Penguin: they both kill people for money don’t they

 

Metal head: I don’t. In fact I’ve never taken a penny. But I have killed and do kill and will kill

 

Penguin: eh I can tell

 

Metal head: so roman since you’re the one with sense, who’s the target?

 

Roman: I think it’s rather self explanatory. The batman of course

 

Penguin: Carmine sent people after Bruce on several occasions. He never got anywhere. Apart from when he sent Floyd of course.

 

Roman: you mean Floyd caught batman

 

Penguin: yes and he bought him here

 

Roman: what did you do?

 

Penguin: the plan was to see who was under the mask but...

 

Roman: ...he got away?

 

Penguin: exactly. We’re only wasting our time on him

 

Metal head: yes but you’re missing something

 

Penguin: do tell

 

Metal head: Floyd made the biggest mistake of his life. One I won’t make

 

Penguin: and what pray tell was that metal man?

 

Metal head : he kept him alive

 

Roman: hehehe. You see why I like this guy Ozzy? Huh? He’s a blast! No?

 

Penguin: I’ll give him a chance but I want to send one of mine with ‘im

 

Roman: that work for you buddy? Reckon you can take some back up

 

Metal head: *grunts* yes but only as backup

 

Penguin: pleasure doing business with you sir. I nominate deadshot. He won’t disappoint

 

Metal head: I’m sure he won’t. Atleast not when his life depends on it...Black mask I’ll wait for your signal. You know where I am.

 

Roman: perfect. Thank you metal head I’ll be in touch.

 

The man then nods and walks out the back door without another word said.

 

Penguin: I choose the next recruit

 

Roman: you got two

 

Penguin: no I recruited Floyd, he recruited anarky

 

Roman: eh fine. You get the next pick. Ya like a spoilt child sometimes. ya know that

Done