The Mask is Back

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Black Mask was standing at the end of the pier looking out at the boat that was coming in. He was dressed in his usual suit, and under teh suit jacket he had his two trusty handguns in their holsters. Plus in a sheath on his ankle he had a knife hidden.

The boat finally docked and Black Mask waved his right hand. Then men that were standing behind him instantly jumped into action. They started taking the crates that were filled with weapons off of the boat and onto the trucks.

"Should we be doing this here boss?" His lieutenant asked.

Black Mask sighed and turned to the man. "Yes, now is the best time. The FBI is gone. The GCPD is too busy to bother us right now. And there are no heroes or vigilantes around to stop us." He looked at the crates and said. "In order for me to re-build my empire then I will need these weapons. After all an army with no weapons doesn't do that well."

He was looking forward to returning to the big time in Gotham. He had heard that a few others moved in on his turf while he was in hiding. Well.... If not his turf. This it should be his turf. "Now I want you to take your men and do something....... I want you to find out who else I have to worry about. If I'm going to get involved in a gang war then I want to know who with. Is that clear?" He asked his lieutenant.

"Yes boss." The man said quickly and then ran off taking three others with him.

Black Mask looked out and watched the rest of his men carry the last few crates to the truck and drive off. He then got into the back of his car and look at his driver. "Home." He said. Then leaned back and placed the tips of his fingers together. "Home indeed." He said to himself.

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"Is home honestly a good idea?"

A voice whispered in the car. A pale face adorned with sunglasses and red lips began to smile into the rear view mirror of the automobile. A chauffeur's uniform replaced a usual purple suit and a peaked cap cover a head of green hair. A slender arm stretched out over the front seats and rested on their seam. A thin, drawn face turned to show itself to the Black Mask. A small humming titter began to fill the car as the hammer of a Smith and Wessen revolver was cocked in the other unused hand. 

"I wouldn't bother trying to reach those irons of yours if I were you" The Joker said with glee in warning. He removed the sunglasses from his head and threw them down into the footweld infront of him. He kept smiling and let an awkward silence fall before him and the Black Mask. A few moments passed before Joker leaned the gun to the window and spoke once more. "I see your boys are enjoying the guns I got for you." The men were unloading the boxes on the dockside. One burly looking gentleman pried open a large crate with a crowbar. He looked confused at the packages contents. Suddenly, a green smoke began to billow out of the cargo, ensnaring each of unloaders. The other dock workers began to place gas masks on their faces as the men began choking and laughing hysterically. The Joker Toxin filled the dockyard.

After the final men collapsed, Joker turned his attention back to Black Mask in the car. He began to titter in amusement once more. He stared into the eyes of the mob boss and sighed. He smiled and tittered once more. "Oh, I do enjoy a client meeting"

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Black Mask quickly realized who was sitting in the driver's seat. He didn't know how he got there. Or what happened to the driver he picked. But he was going to find out. He started to reach to one of his guns. But stopped when he heard the sound of a Smith and Wessen cocking.

He sat back and looked at him. Then he looked out the window when the Joker referenced the guns. He then saw the gas flow out of the crates and watched as his men succumbed to the gas. He then looked back to the Joker and glared at him with unmistakeable anger in his eyes. "What the hell do you want?" He asked in a menacing tone. It was taking all his willpower not to try and kill the Joker. "What do you mean. Client meeting?" He hissed leaning back into his seat and glaring with a feral look in his eyes at the man. If you could call him a man. Sitting in the driver's seat.

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Before Black Mask could finish his sentence, the keys in the ignition were turned and the engine roared into life. Joker turned his head slightly to the back seat and smiled.

"You'll see..."

A spat covered shoe ploughed into the accelerated and the black BMW saloon car charged forward. The V8 roared heavily as the pair were transported at great speed through the dockyards, weaving around oncoming trucks and boxes. Laughing historically, Joker dragged the wheel from side to side, rocking himself in the process.

"This is your captain speaking, we'd recommend that you fasten all seat belts and safety measures just in case of turbulence or firey death. We know you don't have much choice when selecting your executive car hijacking, but we'd like to thank you for choosing Air Joker. Now if you all kindly put your head between your legs and kiss your fat ass goodbye!"

The car spun on it's side and was facing a abandoned warehouse some distance away. Joker turned to Black Mask with menace in his eyes.

"Get in the front..."

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Black Mask grabbed the seat tight as the car screamed out of control. Or rather the out of control driver was in control. He glared at the Joker and thought about grabbing one of his guns and shooting the insane clown. But then thought better about shooting the driver. Even if it was this crazed clown.

Then the car screamed to a stop. After recovering Black Mask again glared at the Joker. And once again thought about shooting him. But then he figured that the clown's revolver was still ready to be used. So he didn't shoot him. Even thought he wanted to.

"Fine." He hissed in response to the Joker's demand to get in the front.

Black Mask got out of the car and slammed the door shut in anger. Then he glared at the driver's seat as he walked all the way around to the passenger's seat. 'I shouldn't be having to do this.' He thought bitterly. Then he got back into the car. He sat in the front passenger's seat and slammed the door shut and glared at the Joker.

"What the hell do you want you damn clown?" He asked fiercely.

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The door slammed shut as Black Mask clambered into the car. The Joker looked at him as the man asked him his intentions. The clown spun the keys in the ignition and the engine fell quiet.

"If I remember rightly, you need guns. Hence why you bought those ones from me. Now, those guns were on a shipment from the Falcone's shipyards and you know how the Falcones can't be trusted. The guys you had were working for them in secret and they were gunna turn on as soon as they had the greedy mitts on anything that fired a bullet. Now, I did you a favour of preventing you from ending up with a bullet in the back. So, me thinks, you can repay that debt."

The Joker pointed a finger towards the windshield and out towards the warehouse in front of them.

"Now, as we're sat here having this wonderful conversation; the Falcones are in there having some grand pow wow about taking some of my turf. So, I scratch your back, you scratch mine."

The Joker ripped of the chauffeur uniform and cap to reveal his usual purple suit. He reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out two cigars and a lighter. He placed one in his own mouth and lit it. He then offered Black Mask the other.

"You're gunna go in there with me and show those snivelling Italian bastards who's boss. In return, you become my associate and I give you guns, guys and a new pad including any assets I don't wish to keep that we gain from interrupting this meeting"

The Joker leaned over Black Mask's lap and opened the glove compartment. Inside was a fully loaded Uzi semi-automatic machine gun. He returned to his seat and turned the keys in the ignition once more.

"Deal?"

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Black Mask listened to the crazy clown. He was still angry and he hated to admit it. But........ The clown had a point.

"Your right about Falcone. But I don't remember you being the one I bought the guns from...... But I guess that doesn't matter now." He said in a tone that said he was still angry. But willing to talk.

He looked at the warehouse when the Joker pointed at it and listened to what he had to say. He was scowling the whole time. Though one couldn't tell due to his facial trait. He then looked at the cigar and took it. Then held it to his nose and sniffed it. It didn't smell poisoned. But you never knew. He thought about the clown's offer for a while longer. Then he finally put the cigar between his teeth and looked at the Joker and pulled out both of his .45s.

"Let's do this...... Partner." He said with atone of malice in his voice. Sure this clown just ruined his original plan. But he gave him another option that he could work with. Besides. Someone to help him out with his plans down the road could help.. He then braced himself for what he was about to get into.

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The Joker smiled. He revved the engine of the car and turned the headlights to full beam. The rays of light shone through the darkness and into the warehouse infront of them. The Falcone family and associates stared confused at the BMW. The Joker began to reach into his coat pocket, drew some money and placed it on the dashboard.

"100 bucks says I can ram this hood straight between that blonde asshole's eyes."

He cranked down the handbrake, shifted into gear and floored it. Laughing as the car came screaming down the straight and through a series of cargo box gaps. He fired the full magazine of the Uzi out of the window in the run up and discarded the weapon  afterwards. The BMW powered through the partly closed wooden doors of the warehouse and came crashing through some stacked crates, taking into the area and featuring the meeting table of the Falcones. 

"Look's like 'dem Duke boys got 'dem selves into a whole heapa' trouble!"  

After the car landed, bullets began to fly. The Falcones pulled their weapons as Joker spun the car 180 degrees and to a halt. He drew his six gun as he kicked open the door an hid behind it for cover. Firing a few shots, the pair made their way to the rear of the car wear Joker opened the trunk.

"Let's make this a fair fight!

The Joker looked into the trunk and pulled out a M16 fully automatic assault rifle. He slid to his knees, rolled his back along the left of the car and peered round the corner, emptying his first clip.

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"Bet you 100 bucks you can't." Black Mask shot back. He didn't actually know why. But he figured that it might have something to do with what he was about to do. He then tightened his bite on the cigar between his teeth and looked straight ahead.

Then when the car crashed through the warehouse door and stopped Black Mask threw the door open and stepped out and duck behind it and peeked around the edge of the door. He then dived out from behind the door and fired off 14 shots 7 out of each of his M1911s He then rolled behind a crate and started to reload.

As he reloaded he watched the Joker procure an M16 and empty out the clip. Black Mask figured that it could have been done in a better manner. But it didn't matter the clown was shooting the same people he was. So it didn't really matter at the moment. He couldn't help but think that the clown's got style.

He then stepped out from behind the crate he was using as cover and knelt down and fired off 14 more shots each one reaching their target and killing them all instantly. "Take that you bastards! No one messes with Black Mask!" He shouted ducking back behind cover again to reload.

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Bullet after bullet came flying at The Joker and Black Mask, whizzing and singing past their shoulders and heads. Both men continuously firing at their enemies, never relenting and never tiring. Black Mask's ferocity impressed Joker, laughing along with the threats he made. Slumping back against the car as the M16 emptied of all it's ammunition, Joker shimmied his way around the rear of the BMW drawing his six gun and resting beside Mask, who was also taking cover behind a large crate. 

"You good?" he asked his companion as they recovered. The Joker leaned himself around the box and killed three more targets. A bullet came screaming through Joker's hair and pierced an oil drum to the right of him. He whipped around his head and saw the black substance spilling out of the pierced hole, giving him and idea. The Joker swung a hand and slapped Black Mask on the chest. "Gimme a hand!"

After carrying  the barrel a few yards to the right, Black Mask and Joker stood behind to metal gurders that jutted from the floor with a gap between them wide enough to fit the barrel behind. Joker stood behind the left hand one and Mask the right. Both with weapons drawn, Joker signalled to Mask. "NOW!" he cried as he kicked over the oils drum and then kicked it a second time to send it rolling towards the Falcones. A small trail of oil leaked out as the barrel rolled gathering speed, into another table that the meeting was taking place at, and that had been flipped on it's side to act as a piece of cover. The Joker waited in anticipation as he had previously thrown Black Mask his flamethrower lighter.

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Black Mask popped up from behind the crate and fired off a few shots from he handguns and killed three more of the hostiles. Then he felt something slap his back he looked to see what it was before he was going to attack. It was the Joker. 'Good its him.' He thought. Which under normal circumstances he wouldn't have thought. "Yeah I'm good!." He shouted over the sounds of gun fire as he reloaded his two .45s.

Then Joker asked him to help him out. He watched the clown move over to a oil drum and then realized what he was going to do. He followed him over and got behind to second drum. When the Joker kicked over the drum Black Mask did the same and then kicked it into a roll at the same time as Joker. It looked almost rehearsed.

Then after he caught the lighter Black Mask allowed himself a feral glance at the men they were fighting and lit the two trails. Then a feral smile crossed his face. "Good Bye you bastards." He growled.