Back in the saddle (Open)

[thecreeper]

"Ouch. Now that one hurt."

Jack massaged his face as the beautiful blonde in the pink dress stood infront of him stormed away. He sighed and returned to his Bloody Mary. Maybe pinching her butt wasn't the best idea Mr. Ryder had thought of to date. He raised the glass to his lips and muttered to himself.

"Well, now they can say they don't call me Creeper for nothing"

The Barmaids judgemental pale blue eyes stared at his hazel. They were harsh and cold and made Jack feel a sense he hadn't in a long time. Guilt. He averted his gaze and stared down into his drink. The liquid swirled around in it's transparent casing, thrashing and crashing against the sides. He tipped the glass towards his lips and felt the warmth pour down his throat. He held in a rather large belch and exhaled. The twenty dollar note from his pocket slid idly across the bar into the barmaids manicured hand, full of length, pink painted nails. She punched the numbers into the till so aggressively, making Jack conjure images that she was imagining his face on every single key. The change clattered along the counter and into his hand. He replaced them in his trouser pocket, being sober enough to remember he wasn't wearing coat, unlike other times. He hopped off the bar stool and his cowboy boots clattered against the corrugated iron floor. He swept up his leather jacket and thrust his t-shirt clad arms into it. After a few seconds of fumbling around in his jeans, the sunglasses were resting on the edge of his nose and his wallet safely in his back pocket. He spun on his heels and made for the door.

"Thanks Shirley" He called back to the barmaid. "My name isn't Shirley, it's Amber"

"Really?" He questioned

"Yes. It's been on my name badge for the last 3 hours I've been serving you"

"Huh" Jack replied. "And I didn't even notice.... You should change your name to surely though" He said thrusting a finger back at her. "You suit it"

Jack hauled open the door and was into the parking lot. He retrieved the keys from his jacket pocket. He mimicked the sound of the alarm deactivating on the car as he pushed to unlock button. The Merc was just on the on the other side of the concrete block in the middle of the square in which the cars were parked, an obstacle he would do his best to avoid when reversing because, let's face it, driving under the influence is hard work. 

[flip]

They felt a bit antsy in the back of their car. Their eyes kept look out to the streets around. It was getting pass the Fed curfew time, but they didn't care. They had business to attend to. They still had yet to decide on whether to seek out the Batman or not. No way in hell. I'd rather boil myself in Joker's acid then sink that low. We can handle this by ourselves. We still need to contact the Senator, whether we talk to Batman or not. No! Screw that, and the ritzy upper class crap.

Two Face glared out the window. The twins were laughing quietly about something in the front. "Shut up you idiots!" Two Face growled. He had been on edge lately. It was expected when your resources were being held on a choke hold and you felt your power slipping from your hands. It was only a matter of time before the Feds captured Two Face and slung him in where the sun don't shine. Thank goodness they were headed to a bar. Two Face needed a drink. Harvey need a drink.

The two twins were silent immediately and took turns glancing back at their boss who sat in the back seat with a deep sullen frown. Their boss had been in a mood for days now. It was making the job working for him more dangerous because he flipped his coin a bit more then usual.

At least Amber's workin' tonight. Another whore who will never compare to Gilda. Only a woman with low self esteem would sleep with us. Harvey, I swear! "You'll do what?" Harvey said aloud in a soft mutter, "Besides you know it is true." They maneuvered the coin in their hand. They flipped it up. It landed dark side. Two Face smirked. Amber it is.

The twins had stiffened when they heard their boss speak, thinking for a moment that it was to them. They were so distracted by it, that they didn't notice the car pulling out as they drove by. The car had set itself in reverse and floored it, easily t-boning Dent's car in the parking lot.

The car shook as it was forced between the one car and the other parked cars. "You better be shitting me right now," Two Face growled. The last thing they needed to deal with was getting a new car. They couldn't open either door. They flipped their coin and it told them to go up. They shot out the sky window and quickly pushed themselves out of the car.

"Luck doesn't seem to be on your side tonight," Harvey called down to the car as he jumped on it's back trunk, making sure to leave a large dent.

[thecreeper]

"Aw crap" 

Jack rammed the gear stick into drive and floored it.......right into the wall. As the car lurched forward, he seemed to here cursing and a large thud like something had fallen from the roof. He kicked open the door to his smoking wreck of a ride and stared at it for a while. It suddenly dawned on him that something had been on the car as he saw the unmistakeable sight of Two Face's black BMW jammed between two cars and it's owner rising to his feet and dusting himself off. Jack's jaw dropped and he dived back into the car.

He had a limited amount of time. He scrambled around looking for his costume. Quickly, quickly! It wasn't there. Hell. He sighed and then caught sight of the glove box. He kicked it open and saw a small scrawled note fall out. 

"Jack, you left the costume at home. If your reading this you've no doubt got yourself in trouble again. Well this time, your on your own.

Jack (You) x."

He could only say one thing to himself.

"Shit"

Jack took a deep breath, pushed the sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose and left the car. He stood with his feet a shoulder width apart and shouted down the parking lot.

"Don't you think you should watch where you're going Harv?"

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They pointed their automatic straight at the figure that walked out of the car. The man was wearing a suit and seemed somewhat familiar. Two Face hand tightened on the gun and his finger twitched along the trigger as the man spoke. Who the hell does this guy think he is? I think I have meet him before. I don't remember it if it's a fond memory or not. I don't like his mouth, it moves too much for a guy who totaled my car! Two Face took a step forward on the car making sure to make another dent as he walked along it. He heard the twins scampering out of the Two Face's car trying to look just as threatening as their boss, but they appeared more frazzled then collected, like two kids playing with adult toys.

Two Face jumped off the car. "The name's Two Face," he stated with anger along his tone, "and you totaled my car."

Harvey studied the man with a collective eye. They had certainly seen him somewhere. Had they met before? The man seemed far too pristine in the glasses to be one of his weapon suppliers. The guys a pussy. "Any last words, it might help your chances," Harvey said with the same irritation. Harvey was curious about who the guy was, but he was also just as pissed as Two Face over the damage to their vehicle. He rolled his coin between his thumb and his fingers as his other hand still held the automatic at the man with glasses.

[thecreeper]

"Let me out Jack"

You'll get your turn.

"Please, I know I can take him."

I know that that too.

"Well, why can't I come out?" 

Because we need to pick our ideal moment. If he sees our face, sorry, MY face before we turn into you, he'll hunt us down. Harvey's like that, persistent little bugger...

"I must say Jackie Boy, you're thinking awfully clearly to say you're tanked up"

It's probably just shock...

"Good luck Jackie"

You too Creep.



A standoff. 3 against 2. Well, 1 technically. Two blonde haired goons and their gangland warlord boss against a motor mouth, drunk chat show host.... slash vigilante. Time seemed to slow down, maybe even pause for a few moments. He felt the surge inside him, the power building in his fists and his legs. He let it take over him and relaxed his muscles, allowing them to become firm, toned and generally more power than his own. Admiring the palm of his hand, he could see that the pale white skin was being replaced by yellow. Bringing this hand up to his head, he plucked a hair from his scalp. Green. Jack smiled. He wasn't Jack Ryder anymore, He was The Creeper. 

"Last words? Hmm" Creeper brought his hand up to his face placing his thumb on the left hand side of his chin and letting his infect finger run parallel with the other side of his jaw line. His stance became more relaxed, shifting the weight onto one leg.

"How about.... 'Purple Monkey Dishwasher'? Creeper grinned wildly, clenched his fist and gunned across the concrete, towards Dent.

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Harvey watched the man with a careful eye. I have seen him before. Don't really care. We're just gonna shoot him anyways. Two Face felt his anger ready to explode when the man didn't immediately respond to him. The idiot totaled his car and seemed completely unaffected or remorseful. Even if he was a criminal leader, you still offered your insurance. Oh gezz, you're starting to rub off on me. Harvey felt a bit more collected and calm. The glasses, the voice....hmm television perhaps.

Let's kill this asshole or at least teach him some manners. The coin they had been rubbing between their fingers was shifted onto their thumb. It flew through the air just as the man gave his last words.

They didn't look at the coin when it landed in their palm. Their mouth was slightly agape and their eyebrow was furrowed inward towards his unmoving muscles. Purple what the fuck? Harvey felt just as confused, but they both realized that the man was ready to fight them. They looked at his quick movements. They should attack, but they had to check the coin first. Their eyes darted downwards to the palm. Two Face growled. Light side up.

The twins had already started shooting without their order. Their automatics filling the air with sound and causing multiple damage to the cars in the idiot man's direction. Two Face heard up his fist. "Don't kill him," he said respecting the choice of the coin. The twins stopped firing immediately. The two blondes stood their awkwardly shifting back and forth.

The coin said they couldn't kill him, but...Two Face smirked. Two Face watched as the man, who skins seemed to have turn yellow and hair a bit green, ran towards him. "You need to learn what's fair, kid," Harvey said seriously. He waited until the man was in arm distance (how he manage to avoid the bullets was beyond him) then Harvey swung his large gun in hopes to connect to the idiot's jaw.

[thecreeper]

"Creep, if you don't pull this off"

Why, you don't think I can do this?

"No, I never said that"

Then don't say anything.



Creep continued charging forward. The short distance between him and the 3 men was narrowing. Bullets were flying from every angle. Bobbing and weaving, he continued on his course. He was now punching distance from Harv but noticed his pulled back arm. Instantly, he dropped and slid to his back, outstretched his leg, making his foot at a ninety degree angle, narrowly missing Dent's swing. The momentum carried Creep careering into Harvey's shin, knocking his balance.

"Fair?" Creeper exclaimed. After he passed under Harvey, he sprang up and landed a punch to the first twin's abdomen and a kick to the other's groin. He leapt into the air, grabbed both twins heads and smashed them together. "You're the ones who brought guns...." He landed firmly and spun round. "...to a fist fight". 

Snapping up both fists and connecting with the twins face's, he blocked their counter attacks. Grab, twist, elbow, pull, spin, kick. The ending drop kicks sent the two men smashing through the windows of Harv's car in front of them. Creep splayed his hands and pushed with his legs backwards, carefully placing his hands on ground and arching his back into a handstand, placing his brown cowboy boots on the floor. He straightened up, snapped back round and ran at Harvey. 

The force and momentum behind the run made the next move possible. The heel of the cowboys boot met with Dent's chest, the second on his shoulder. The left hand came crashing down on his other shoulder while the right quickly grabbed Two Face's coin. As he passed over Face's head, Creep jammed his left foot into Harv's back giving him enough force to land on his own car's roof. He did a 180 and slumped down into a rather large dent in the vehicle, playing with the coin in his hand.

"Your call Scabs." The Creeper teased. "Heads or Tails?"

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They swung the blunt end of the gun hard expecting to hear the wonderful impact and the sound of the crack skull, but just as there gun went where his head was suppose to be, there was nothing but thin air. "What the..." Two Face growled. Their eyes followed the quick movement of green hair, and their body turned to watch the creature (because only a creature could move like that) grab his henchmen and successfully knock them out.

He is a metahuman.

He's a freak! They watched as their henchmen were thrown into his already damaged car. They flinched at the impact and the sound of glass cracking. I'm going to kill him! I'm going to fucking kill him! He ruining our car! Two Face hand tightened on both the coin and the gun. He aimed his gun up to where the freak was moving like a bug on speed. His finger twitched to fire, but something stopped the movement. Chance didn't agree to that, Harvey reminded. Two Face let out another low growl as he took a quick step forward to hit the creep who was doing a freakin' HANDSTAND on his car! His BMW CAR!

The thing moved too fast though. The thing kicked him, and they let out a large ouf as pain hit their chest. It was followed by another kick and the fact that they were already in momentum, made him land right on the roof of his beautiful car. They blinked their eyes once and in that quick second of vision returning he saw the yellow thing standing on his car rubbing something silver in his hand.

Their eyes locked to the silver immediately before their good eye widened to the size of his other eye. He has our coin! They both mentally screamed as they pushed themselves off the ground. The insult landing on deaf ears because they didn't have their coin. They needed their coin. They had to have the coin.

"Give me back the freakin coin, freak!" Two Face shouted as he dropped his gun and reached out for the man's throat with his hand.

"Please give me the coin," Harvey said a bit more desperately, his other hand reaching for the hand with the coin.

[thecreeper]

"Please? PLEASE?!. Oh, dear, god, you're actually begging for this back aren't you?" Creeper toyed with Dent. "You need it, you can't live without it and now.....I've got it. It's not yours anymore. Awww, poor liccle Harvey Warvey" 

Creep had him, he was powerless. Dent was putty in his hands, he was useless without that coin. Creep knew that getting the coin was fundamental but he didn't think it'd be that, well, that easy. Creep had an enormous sense of self pride but he felt Jack doubt him.

S'up Jackie Boy?

"You have got to be just about THE stupidest person/weird coloured man I have ever met"

And why's that?

"You're arrogant."

So are you!

"You think we've beat him"

We have! Haven't we?

"He thinks like us genius! There's two of us and two of him, well they, errr..."

It?

"It exactly. Just don't, just don't think him beaten. Not yet"

Got it JR.


" In response to your question" Creep put on his best cheesy game show host voice. "We asked a hundred people, should Dent his coin back and our survey said?"

Creep immediately swung down, grabbed Dent by the collar and did his best intimidating impression of Two Face himself, almost matching his voice perfectly.

"Let's flip for it big boy" With that, Creep tossed the coin into the air.

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The initial panic of their lost coin was replaced by something much worst: pure fury. They both could not believe they were being taunted by a yellow green hair freak! Who did this guy think he was to first run into his car, knock out his boys, steal his coin, and finally taunt him! They were the leader of the criminal underworld, while they had a temper, they were an overall reasonable man. That's what chance created: a fair system. The man they were dealing with was insane and lacked any sense of what was fair and just. What was fair and just would be this jerk paying for a new car or taking a bullet by their hand. Either way, it was fair.

I'm going to kill him! They both thought in unison, a very rare occasion for them. They watched for a brief second as the coin went into the air, but their main focus was on the idiot who decided to ruin their day. His hand was on their collar and his eyes seemed to dart to the coin. Good. They swung their fist hard at his face feeling the bone of the freak's cheek underneath their knuckles. They watched as the jerk lost grip of his collar and fell off of him. They used the idiot's slight shock and hesitation to kick him in the face with the bottom of their nice boot that they didn't have a problem getting blood on at the moment.

"Don't mock us, punk, or we will flip for whether we cut out your tongue or your testicles first," the growled in union. Anger and fury were taking hold of them both, but something shining caught their eye as it fell from the sky. Their eyes widened in a heart beat, as they reached up and caught it. They both let out a sigh of relief.

Can I shot this pathetic piece of shit now? Two Face growled in his thoughts, as he reached down to grab the gun he dropped.

I would prefer to beat him into a pile of blood, Dent thought causally.

They both smirked then flipped the coin.