Moving the goods(OPEN)

[kingwolf]

Two-Face stood outside in the snow, watching as his men moved heavy cargo crates into the warehouse. All of the moving had taken a week and a half, and would most likely last at least five more days. Two-Face and his other half Dent both hated all of this moving. But the times called for drastic measures. Ever since the FBI had moved into the city, many of the crime lords hideouts had been raided, Two-Face had been sure his would stay hidden, but when a rat named Will had told the Feds where the hideout was, Two-face had been forced to make a move to his back up hideout, along the way he discreetly began to get his men to move their more valuable supplies and loot to the hideout. It had been tough work dodging the Feds and Batman and his little friends, but Two-Face had been lucky so far. Luck was on his side this time.

“Come on you lazy asses get a move on, we can’t stay out here with the Feds breathing down our necks, bring it all in!” Two-Face yelled out to his thugs who were dressed in suits similar to his own, black on the left, white on the right. I have to admit, we’ve been pretty lucky so far. Dent, the other half of Two-Face said to himself as he surveyed the scene. Ya? Well no thanks to you Dent, all you wanted to do was hide in the safe house, but if we had done that then we would have lost all our things. Two-Face reminded his other half as he turned around and, flipping his coin as he did so, walked back inside the warehouse. The less important items stayed on the top floor, disguised as ordinary crates of supplies like food and work tool shipments. The more important ones were being taken downstairs to the secret floor of the warehouse that was the second hideout of two-face.

As he entered the room he watched as his men were setting up the various things needed to running a crime ring, like maps of the city and other needed items, they also were hanging up Two-Faces collection of priceless suits. “Careful with those crates!” Dent yelled out to his men. “You know how valuable that artwork is. It’s worth 200,000 dollars!” He watched as the men slowed their walk down more as to not harm the paintings.

Dent walked future into the hideout, all the while he was thinking of what his next move would be. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide out here forever, his luck was sure to run out at some point. He looked down at his coin, suddenly Two-Face yelled out to him mentally, Ok you little shit, we need to act soon, I’m getting bored here, we need to take the chance. Dent looked at his coin and finally, after a moment of thought muttered, “Heads we act, tales we stay low.” He flipped the coin, it landed in his hand and he looked at it, it was good side up. “Shit!” Two-Face yelled out, obviously pissed that he had to stay, the ruling of the coin was final.

“Ok people we have a dead line to keep, so if you finished moving stuff then head out to one of our storage areas, and make sure you aren’t followed.!” Two-Face yellowed out as his men ran around finding something to do.

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

The Scarecrow was never the social type. He loathed meeting with others in fact for any other reason than to put them in terror. A little bird had whispered to the Scarecrow about Two-Face's hide out. It wasn't surprising most of Gotham's professional criminals had either been pushed completely out of the City or were already captured.

He had some business with Two-Face to discuss. If there was a criminal in this city that had information and resources it was Two face and Poison Ivy. At the moment, he was still trying to find out Ivy's location. Until then he would see Two-Face.

The back alleys and dark corners of the outskirts were easy enough for him to slip through as he made his way to the location. The Scarecrow had been dropped off a few blocks away, as he never drives right up to a location unless he had no other choice. The Scarecrow had made sure he had everything he needed before he left. When dealing with Two-Face you could never be sure exactly what the man was going to do. Through the darkness of his mask something caught his eye. There was an awful lot of traffic coming from the building he had suspected.

Slowly the Scarecrow moved to the entrance, he watched as men came out carrying crates. For a moment he was curious about what kind of cargo he was moving. He moved his left hand to his right glove to adjust it some and make sure it was working. The needled glove glowed ominously in the dark. He was quickly approaching the entrance, the Scarecrow slid his back to the wall and waited to make sure that no one was going to be patrolling the door. Barging in on Two-Face would have been suicide, he would have to think of another way to get his attention. He paused and took a long breath thinking about the many ways he could enter.

His eyes went to a near by power box that was commonly used for these type of out city warehouses. It would be his best defense, unfortunate that he would interrupt whatever Two-Face was doing. The Scarecrow smiled as he walked up to the box. It was locked of course but that would stop the master of fear from causing panic inside those walls. Out of his pocket quickly came a power solution of nitric acid. Instead of pouring it on the lock itself he poured it on the box latch and pried it open. The Scarecrow pulled the switch down and smiled. 'and in comes the darkness..'

The Scarecrow hurried back to the door entrance and attempted to slip inside before anyone would check the outside. Now he could talk to Two-Face from his level. He moved along the wall until he felt the corner of the building and continued along that side until his hand brushed against a stair rail. Quietly and slowly he began to ascend up it. If only he could see the panic in their eyes. “Did I scare you?” The Scarecrow asked with the distortion of his mask. How could he resist?

[kingwolf]

Two-Face was busy punching one of his men for breaking a priceless 2000 dollar vase. “You idiot! We already have lost a lot of our loot, now you come around and mess it all up!” He took out his coin. “Let’s see if fate is kind for you.” He flipped the coin and watched as it soared and spun in the air. The thug was trembling with fear. The coin came back down and landed onto Two-Faces palm. It was the scarred side. Two-Face let out his well known laugh. “Looks like you lose. If we had the time, I’d cut you in two. But we don’t have the time so I’ll just shoot you twice.” Two-Face raised his left pistol, the black one, and fired two shots into the thug. Two-Face had put silencers onto his pistols once he learned of the FBIs activity, he couldn’t draw attention over to the warehouse. “Let that be a lesson to anyone else who thinks they can just casually throw around our stuff. Do that, and we guarantee that you will wish you had never even been born! Do you hear me you worthless fools!” Two-face finished his rant with a few deep breathes as he watched his men mutter and mumble that they understood. Sometimes he wished he could find smarter people to act his his gang. Almost every person he ever recruited was as dumb as bricks.

Two-Face watched the scene for a moment longer, he realized that all of this moving was risky, as all of the traffic coming to and from the warehouse would draw unwanted intention. His hope was for a little while at least, the FBI and other unwanted people would think that it was merely workers transporting new goods. If they did come into the warehouse later, they would not find much to see. There were two entrances into the secret room. One was the staircase that only showed itself when a brick was pushed into the wall like a switch. The other entrance was shown the same way, expect this entrance was an elevator for transporting the more heavy cargo. The room itself wasn’t much. It was only an ungrounded storage area illuminated by a few lights. There wasn’t any thing in it save for the crates coming in, and for one table in the middle where the maps and plans were placed.

Two-Face had went back downstairs to oversee more of the movement when suddenly and without warning, the lights went out. “Hey Boss what happened?” One of his thugs asked, “I..I’s Batman here?” Another asked. Near the back another asked fearfully, “Is it the Feds?” Two-Face pulled out his light and turned it on, the soft small flame illuminating his scarred facial features. “Everyone just shut up. Keep your guns pointed at the entrances. If this was the Feds, Two-Face was going to make sure they paid a heavy price for trying to capture him. But the Feds never came, all the while Dent was mentally screaming out about how they should never have tried moving their things and just stayed low. Shut up Dent, you big baby. We’re better then that idiot. Two-Face screamed out to him.

Suddenly a voice broke out of the darkness, it was warped and distorted, Two-Faces men began to lose faith and treble with fear. Oh why did he hire this idiots. They were worthless, worse, even Dent was slightly freaked by the voice, though he tried to hide it, Two-Face however was annoyed, he recognized that voice.

“God dammit!” Two-Face yelled out into the shadows. “Crane I know you’re there, how the hell did you know where to find us?” Two-Face asked in all honesty. Dent snorted back laughter. “You idiot, with all the movement outside, how could we stay hidden for long. I told you we should have just stayed low and not made any moves.” Dent said out loud to his other half, Two-Face let out a growl. ”Don’t even go there Dent. We have bigger problems to deal with.” He pulled out his twin pistols. “So you’re here Crane. Well you better have a good reason for barging in here because…” He tucked one pistol away so he could bring out his coin. ”Fate may not be kind to you.” He finished, laughing slightly as he began to flip the coin in the air as he looked for Crane. Two-Face didn’t know what Crane was up too, but he was a man of business as well as pleasure(the pleasure being cutting men in two) he’d hear what Crane had to say, then he’d flip the coin to decide what to do after.

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

The Scarecrow couldn't help but wonder what was keeping Dent so busy here. The crates and boxes that the men were previously carrying made him try to get into his mind, What was he planning? Regardless of Two-Face's plans The Scarecrow had his own agenda, and that was what he was here for.

He had never liked dealing with Two-Face, mainly because it was dealing with two people that had opposing opinions. He could turn on you at a moments notice for what would seem like no real reason at all. One thing that stayed constant about Harvey was his ability to hire and handle resources. It never seemed to matter how much Gotham changed Dent seemed to always have plenty of men around him to protect him, and above all plenty of guns. It made The Scarecrow wonder how many ties Harvey Dent actually had.

The Scarecrow continued moving through the dark in a sloped posture. He couldn't see in the dark so he kept his left hand a bit out to the side slightly away from his body. His right however held his needled glove which almost glowed in the dark with an ominous yellow color. Because of this he kept it slightly closer to his body. It was inevitable that Two-Face would spot him eventually, but for now he would keep moving. He was sure that if Harvey did spot him bullets would follow.

The Scarecrow smiled with delight at the panic he was causing. Two-Face's men were terrified, it would have been too easy to get screams out of them if he were just able to brush them. As tempting as the thought was he would rather hear Two-Face scream in terror. A smile played from underneath the mask as Dent called out to him knowing who he was and demanding answers. The light that Two-face was holding made it only easier for Scarecrow. Slowly one foot after the other he came back to Dent's level and attempted to get closer to him. He waited and watched as Two-Face fought with himself.

Raising his head slightly he laughed into the air of the warehouse. This was done to try and make it harder for Harvey to determine his direction. The general area would still be easy to narrow down though. This is why he had to keep taking the proper steps to make a large circle around Dent. “Forgive the intrusion on your busy moving day...” The voice behind the mask spoke out of the distortion once more. “I thought it was the best way to get your attention and avoid being shot...” He paused for a moment. “I will keep my secrets as long as you are keeping yours Two-face , What I am really interested in is all that cargo you're moving” He answered in reply to his question about finding him.

For now he wanted to keep his true motives hidden to Dent. His threat with the coin didn't frighten The Scarecrow. In his mind however, the fear for Two-face had just barely began.