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The Dark Knight: Knight of Gotham #34
"I'll start things off simply. Tell him what he wants to know and I'll make him play nice."
"Go to hell."
"Gladly."
I start things off simple, a broken left leg to kickstart the interrogation. People always feel more inclined to talk when they have no chance of escaping. With his leg broken I lift my boot off his torso. Last thing I want is him to be unable to talk properly. No good getting the answers if you can't hear what they have to say.
"You fu..."
Tim pulls out his staff and hits him across the face. He never was a big fan of foul language.
"Now now. None of that here big boy. So how about answering those questions of ours?"
"What questions?"
"Where's the Crimson Knight."
"The Crimson who?"
"Wrong answer."
The right leg quickly suffers the same fate as the left. Predictably he screams out in pain but not before Tim covers his mouth with his hand.
"Come on now it's your fault really. He gave you a chance to tell the truth. So how about we try that again eh?"
"Where's the Crimson Knight?"
"He's.......he's....."
"He's........?"
"He's....in Gotham."
Curious, two broken legs would be enough to break most men into talking. Heck it's rare I've had to go beyond breaking one leg, this guy certainly is resilient to say the least. Sadly for him though I don't have time to test his resilience. I lift him up off the ground and he grasps hold of my hands, despite how hard he tries to hide it I can't help but notice they're shaking. Resilient but not without fear. At least they're human in some regards.
"Where in Gotham?"
He smirks as he speaks the next few words to come out of his mouth.
"I dunno. Maybe he's in the Iceberg lounge?"
"Oh really?"
It's at this moment the Batmobile arrives. Perfect. With that I throw him down on the ground ensuring his legs feel most of the impact. He screams out in pain just as I hoped. With that I activate the remote control for the bat mobile and raise the forward suspension. Enough so that his body will fit just below the car. Then I bring the bat mobile in close.
"Where's the Crimson Knight."
"I already told you!"
Still playing the fool. A brave gesture but bravery only gets you so far. As such I trigger the bat mobile to slowly lower the suspension applying more pressure to his legs. I don't turn to look behind but I can feel Tim's eyes watching me, disapprovingly no doubt. He's never a big fan when I cross the line to get answers. Yet he still wonders why he never gets to play bad cop.
"Shiiiiiiiiiii....."
"Had a change of heat?"
"He's.....he's....."
The bat mobile continues to press down on him. I refuse to call it off until he tells me where his boss is.
"ARGH!"
"Batman stop!"
"When he's told me what we need Robin."
"You're crushing him to death!"
"Then he better start talking."
"OKAY OKAY I'LL TALK!"
"WHERE?!"
"He's at 23....Harper Avenue!"
"Thank you."
With that I order the bat mobile to raise it's suspension and reverse off him. As I plug the co-ordinates into the bat mobile's nav computer Tim handcuffs the mere to the nearest lamppost. The merc screamed for every centimetre that Tim moved him. Nice to know my methods left it's mark.
"I'm sorry for what he did to you."
"Piss off you bastard."
"How delightful. Do you want me to call him over?"
"NO! PLEASE!"
"Then watch your language please. I'm sure momma beard wouldn't be pleased at all if she knew her son was using such language."
"Robin I've got a hit on the address."
"Roger."
Tim takes one last look at the mercenary and decides to dish out one last threat. They always like to have the last word.
"Now you be a good boy when the GCPD show up to arrest you. If you're not then I'll be bringing el diablo around for a visit and this time I won't be there to hold him back."
Remarkable really. Tim barely lays a finger on the man but with a few simple words crafted into a sentence he has the man trembling with fear. Boy do I wish I could manage that. Tim quickly climbs into the passenger seat of the bat mobile and I roar off to the address.
"So you think he was telling the truth?"
"I have no reason to doubt him. The man was worried for his life and he knows that if he's told us a lie that we'll be coming for him."
"So what info have you got on 23 Harper Avenue?"
"It's an old church. Been closed for two months."
"How come?"
"No clue. Apparently the priest just decided to close the church one day and it's been abandoned since."
"Sounds like the perfect place for a trap."
"Indeed.
"You think we're heading into one?"
"Absolutely."
"What makes you think that?"
"The attack on the Iceberg lounge was illogical. It wouldn't have given the Knight any tactical advantage if his men had taken it so...."
"So it was a deliberate ploy to get our attention."
"Exactly. Alfred told me that MI6 spent months trying to make some of Santa Prisca's warriors talk and none of them broke, so the fact that one of them suddenly decided to talk to us so easily has me suspicious."
"You call nearly crushing legs to the point where he wouldn't be able to walk easy?"
"Compared to some of the ways MI6 tortured them according to Alfred, yes."
"Geez, remind me to never get on the wrong side of Alfred."
"Duly noted."
"So how do we deal with this trap?"
"We walk right into it."
"What is it with you and walking into traps you already know are traps."
"Call it a hobby."
"More like an addiction."
"Maybe. When we get there I'll walk in by the main door. You take to the roof, watch from above."
"Roger, and if this trap turns out to be a bomb?"
"Then I hope you brought a shovel."
With that we pull up outside of 23 Harper Avenue. Alright. Let's see what you've got planned for us.....
The Dark Knight: Knight of Gotham #34
"I'll start things off simply. Tell him what he wants to know and I'll make him play nice."
"Go to hell."
"Gladly."
I start things off simple, a broken left leg to kickstart the interrogation. People always feel more inclined to talk when they have no chance of escaping. With his leg broken I lift my boot off his torso. Last thing I want is him to be unable to talk properly. No good getting the answers if you can't hear what they have to say.
"You fu..."
Tim pulls out his staff and hits him across the face. He never was a big fan of foul language.
"Now now. None of that here big boy. So how about answering those questions of ours?"
"What questions?"
"Where's the Crimson Knight."
"The Crimson who?"
"Wrong answer."
The right leg quickly suffers the same fate as the left. Predictably he screams out in pain but not before Tim covers his mouth with his hand.
"Come on now it's your fault really. He gave you a chance to tell the truth. So how about we try that again eh?"
"Where's the Crimson Knight?"
"He's.......he's....."
"He's........?"
"He's....in Gotham."
Curious, two broken legs would be enough to break most men into talking. Heck it's rare I've had to go beyond breaking one leg, this guy certainly is resilient to say the least. Sadly for him though I don't have time to test his resilience. I lift him up off the ground and he grasps hold of my hands, despite how hard he tries to hide it I can't help but notice they're shaking. Resilient but not without fear. At least they're human in some regards.
"Where in Gotham?"
He smirks as he speaks the next few words to come out of his mouth.
"I dunno. Maybe he's in the Iceberg lounge?"
"Oh really?"
It's at this moment the Batmobile arrives. Perfect. With that I throw him down on the ground ensuring his legs feel most of the impact. He screams out in pain just as I hoped. With that I activate the remote control for the bat mobile and raise the forward suspension. Enough so that his body will fit just below the car. Then I bring the bat mobile in close.
"Where's the Crimson Knight."
"I already told you!"
Still playing the fool. A brave gesture but bravery only gets you so far. As such I trigger the bat mobile to slowly lower the suspension applying more pressure to his legs. I don't turn to look behind but I can feel Tim's eyes watching me, disapprovingly no doubt. He's never a big fan when I cross the line to get answers. Yet he still wonders why he never gets to play bad cop.
"Shiiiiiiiiiii....."
"Had a change of heat?"
"He's.....he's....."
The bat mobile continues to press down on him. I refuse to call it off until he tells me where his boss is.
"ARGH!"
"Batman stop!"
"When he's told me what we need Robin."
"You're crushing him to death!"
"Then he better start talking."
"OKAY OKAY I'LL TALK!"
"WHERE?!"
"He's at 23....Harper Avenue!"
"Thank you."
With that I order the bat mobile to raise it's suspension and reverse off him. As I plug the co-ordinates into the bat mobile's nav computer Tim handcuffs the mere to the nearest lamppost. The merc screamed for every centimetre that Tim moved him. Nice to know my methods left it's mark.
"I'm sorry for what he did to you."
"Piss off you bastard."
"How delightful. Do you want me to call him over?"
"NO! PLEASE!"
"Then watch your language please. I'm sure momma beard wouldn't be pleased at all if she knew her son was using such language."
"Robin I've got a hit on the address."
"Roger."
Tim takes one last look at the mercenary and decides to dish out one last threat. They always like to have the last word.
"Now you be a good boy when the GCPD show up to arrest you. If you're not then I'll be bringing el diablo around for a visit and this time I won't be there to hold him back."
Remarkable really. Tim barely lays a finger on the man but with a few simple words crafted into a sentence he has the man trembling with fear. Boy do I wish I could manage that. Tim quickly climbs into the passenger seat of the bat mobile and I roar off to the address.
"So you think he was telling the truth?"
"I have no reason to doubt him. The man was worried for his life and he knows that if he's told us a lie that we'll be coming for him."
"So what info have you got on 23 Harper Avenue?"
"It's an old church. Been closed for two months."
"How come?"
"No clue. Apparently the priest just decided to close the church one day and it's been abandoned since."
"Sounds like the perfect place for a trap."
"Indeed.
"You think we're heading into one?"
"Absolutely."
"What makes you think that?"
"The attack on the Iceberg lounge was illogical. It wouldn't have given the Knight any tactical advantage if his men had taken it so...."
"So it was a deliberate ploy to get our attention."
"Exactly. Alfred told me that MI6 spent months trying to make some of Santa Prisca's warriors talk and none of them broke, so the fact that one of them suddenly decided to talk to us so easily has me suspicious."
"You call nearly crushing legs to the point where he wouldn't be able to walk easy?"
"Compared to some of the ways MI6 tortured them according to Alfred, yes."
"Geez, remind me to never get on the wrong side of Alfred."
"Duly noted."
"So how do we deal with this trap?"
"We walk right into it."
"What is it with you and walking into traps you already know are traps."
"Call it a hobby."
"More like an addiction."
"Maybe. When we get there I'll walk in by the main door. You take to the roof, watch from above."
"Roger, and if this trap turns out to be a bomb?"
"Then I hope you brought a shovel."
With that we pull up outside of 23 Harper Avenue. Alright. Let's see what you've got planned for us.....