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Zebra Man-The Last Supper #1
"Fuck"
Baker looked at the bottom of his partially charred shoe. Dog Crap. As if clawing his way out of a burning, dilapidated Ace Chemicals, smelling and breathing in whatever dangerous concoctions had been released into the air during the explosion, and wandering around the cold dark streets of Gotham wasn't bad enough.
"Come on, dammit." Baker rubbed his shoe against the concrete, darting his eyes from one corner of his eyelids to the other simultaneously. Nighttime in Gotham, especially in the bad neighborhoods was about as safe as running around Arkham in nothing but boxers. Atleast in Arkham there were guards. Any maniac with a knife could run free in the Gotham streets till they attracted the attention of the police or...others.
Baker took care of the canine guano and kept walking. He had no idea where he was going. How could he? His current status was much more intriguing to him than any mere location. He looked like an albino that had tried to cut himself with a black marker. Other than his appearance however, he felt the same. The burns stung a little sure but, other than that he was just another criminal with peculiar looks. Something not rare in Gotham.
"What the hell am I even doing? Heading to my apartment, to do what? I can't sleep like this! I'm still not entirely sure what that fucking mad scientist, Wist's, machine did to me!"
Baker walked over to a GCPD car and sat down against it. He didn't care if a cop came out and arrested him right there. Why would they anyways? He looked like a depressed Zebra, not a dangerous looking individual at all. Besides, he thought * he glanced at the strip club across the street , the only decent looking establishment in sight* the cop was probably busy anyhow.
Baker wondered what to do. Go home, go to the hospital, pray? Pray, ha, that was a joke. Baker wasn't religious. A criminal like him couldn't be. He wanted power. And he was pretty certain the likes of Two-Face and Black Mask didn't become the top dogs of Gotham by going to church. What would praying do anyways? Would Jesus himself come down from the heavens and give him a hand?
"Hello my child."
Baker looked up at Jesus.
"Who the hell are you."
"Your savior, the son of the God almighty."
Baker wondered, was he tripping cause of the experiment, had some crackpot hobo read his thoughts and was trying to take advantage of him? Was Jesus actually talking to him?
"Ya right, listen I ain't given you any cash for drugs or whatnot, I don't even have any money on me!
"Oh, yee of little faith, I am not trying to take advantage of you in your time of peril. I, Jesus Christ, have come, despite your crimes and sins, to save you."
Baker glared at the man. But the man's loving stare did not waver. Oddly enough Baker seemed to trust the man more and more every second he continued to look at his face. Maybe he was...no..yes...no, are you dense Baker, your alone on a street in a bad part of town at around midnight at this random fucker claims to be Jesus? Ya right...ha...but...he...maybe...
The man's face was practically glowing. Like he was standing in front of some holy spotlight. He must be...he was...he...he is Jesus!
"I-I'm sorry. I-I-I didn't believe. Please forgive me *he kneeled infront of Jesus, who, for some reason, was wearing a bloody white tank top and vest with knives holsters* please forgive me of my sins!"
"Do not worry my child, I will forgive you, and I will take you to the kingdom of God. You must simply come with me. Come, come" *he talked to Baker as though he was a nervous puppy*.
"Yes, take me to the land of God!"
And so Jesus gestured to Jacob to follow him, and Jacob did, as though he was almost in a trance. But how could Jacob not trust the man, he was Jesus, and even if he wasn't his face was so kind and generous, that is until Jacob was behind the man and couldn't see his face, when the man quietly licked his lips, and grinned ear to ear, a sharp-toothed grin, with teeth stained a red, almost velvet color, like blood.
Clearly, the man was in fact, not Jesus...
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Zebra Man-The Last Supper #1
"Fuck"
Baker looked at the bottom of his partially charred shoe. Dog Crap. As if clawing his way out of a burning, dilapidated Ace Chemicals, smelling and breathing in whatever dangerous concoctions had been released into the air during the explosion, and wandering around the cold dark streets of Gotham wasn't bad enough.
"Come on, dammit." Baker rubbed his shoe against the concrete, darting his eyes from one corner of his eyelids to the other simultaneously. Nighttime in Gotham, especially in the bad neighborhoods was about as safe as running around Arkham in nothing but boxers. Atleast in Arkham there were guards. Any maniac with a knife could run free in the Gotham streets till they attracted the attention of the police or...others.
Baker took care of the canine guano and kept walking. He had no idea where he was going. How could he? His current status was much more intriguing to him than any mere location. He looked like an albino that had tried to cut himself with a black marker. Other than his appearance however, he felt the same. The burns stung a little sure but, other than that he was just another criminal with peculiar looks. Something not rare in Gotham.
"What the hell am I even doing? Heading to my apartment, to do what? I can't sleep like this! I'm still not entirely sure what that fucking mad scientist, Wist's, machine did to me!"
Baker walked over to a GCPD car and sat down against it. He didn't care if a cop came out and arrested him right there. Why would they anyways? He looked like a depressed Zebra, not a dangerous looking individual at all. Besides, he thought * he glanced at the strip club across the street , the only decent looking establishment in sight* the cop was probably busy anyhow.
Baker wondered what to do. Go home, go to the hospital, pray? Pray, ha, that was a joke. Baker wasn't religious. A criminal like him couldn't be. He wanted power. And he was pretty certain the likes of Two-Face and Black Mask didn't become the top dogs of Gotham by going to church. What would praying do anyways? Would Jesus himself come down from the heavens and give him a hand?
"Hello my child."
Baker looked up at Jesus.
"Who the hell are you."
"Your savior, the son of the God almighty."
Baker wondered, was he tripping cause of the experiment, had some crackpot hobo read his thoughts and was trying to take advantage of him? Was Jesus actually talking to him?
"Ya right, listen I ain't given you any cash for drugs or whatnot, I don't even have any money on me!
"Oh, yee of little faith, I am not trying to take advantage of you in your time of peril. I, Jesus Christ, have come, despite your crimes and sins, to save you."
Baker glared at the man. But the man's loving stare did not waver. Oddly enough Baker seemed to trust the man more and more every second he continued to look at his face. Maybe he was...no..yes...no, are you dense Baker, your alone on a street in a bad part of town at around midnight at this random fucker claims to be Jesus? Ya right...ha...but...he...maybe...
The man's face was practically glowing. Like he was standing in front of some holy spotlight. He must be...he was...he...he is Jesus!
"I-I'm sorry. I-I-I didn't believe. Please forgive me *he kneeled infront of Jesus, who, for some reason, was wearing a bloody white tank top and vest with knives holsters* please forgive me of my sins!"
"Do not worry my child, I will forgive you, and I will take you to the kingdom of God. You must simply come with me. Come, come" *he talked to Baker as though he was a nervous puppy*.
"Yes, take me to the land of God!"
And so Jesus gestured to Jacob to follow him, and Jacob did, as though he was almost in a trance. But how could Jacob not trust the man, he was Jesus, and even if he wasn't his face was so kind and generous, that is until Jacob was behind the man and couldn't see his face, when the man quietly licked his lips, and grinned ear to ear, a sharp-toothed grin, with teeth stained a red, almost velvet color, like blood.
Clearly, the man was in fact, not Jesus...
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