Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2012 21:11:51 GMT -5
The sound of cockroaches could be heard scattering across the molding wooden floorboards as steps crossed them. A large black man in a dark blue north face stood in front of the door. He looked serious or bored. It easily could be the case that he was both. He had a large automatic strapped on his back as well as one in his hands. He did seemed to be shifting his feet more than usual, as if he felt uncertain with what was going to take place. Things had changed sense he had gotten out of Blackgate on good parole and a few bribes. He automatically went back to his boss, knowing it was his doing that he had been released, but something was different. He considered his boss slightly on the verge of insanity, but whatever had happened in the months he had been in Blackgate must have tipped him over.
A new thin man that could easily blend in with society sat next to the window. He was new. Obviously, the reoccurring expendable replacement. He would probably be around for a few weeks before the boss got rid of him. He was nervous and kept running his hand through his greasy hair as he passed back and forth. It was the only sound that could be heard besides the tapping of a cane.
The Boss sat in the shadow on a pull out chair. His suit was crisp and cleaned. He wore his purple gloves and nice purple tie with a question mark. His hat tilted low on his face, hiding his eyes. The only thing Allen could see was the full grin on his face that was almost unsettling if he hadn’t worked with the man before. It was probably what was making the new guy so antsy. Allen knew something was up though. He saw the carved in question mark on his neck. He had never known the Boss to harm himself, but he had obviously done a number on his skin. The question mark on his neck was the only visible one, but he assumed that he probably had more on his body. He also muttered to himself more, as if keeping up with his own thoughts. Yes, something had changed, Allen just didn’t know what.
A clash came through the window followed by smoke that fogged the room. He heard the new guy shouting nonsense, but the Boss and Allen stayed silent. Allen raised his gun at the form that landed with a thud on the ground. The smoke slowly cleared, revealing a man with a red helmet and leather. The new kid was still shouting at the figure not to move or he’d blow his brain.
There was the sound of gun fire and then another thump on the ground. Allen tensed as he looked at the red helmet man. It wasn’t him though. His eyes jumped to his boss, and there sat the Riddler holding a smoking gun. Yes, something had changed. The Riddler didn’t outright kill without a riddle, and yet…there was a dead body on the ground. He seemed the new guy couldn’t last a week.
The Riddler lifted his head and looked at the red helmet man. “I apologize. New help is never very intelligent. I hope you do not let that simple instance of stupidity effect the rest of our meeting, little bird,” he chuckled softly at the jibe of his past alias before stating, “Or would you prefer I call you Jason?”
A new thin man that could easily blend in with society sat next to the window. He was new. Obviously, the reoccurring expendable replacement. He would probably be around for a few weeks before the boss got rid of him. He was nervous and kept running his hand through his greasy hair as he passed back and forth. It was the only sound that could be heard besides the tapping of a cane.
The Boss sat in the shadow on a pull out chair. His suit was crisp and cleaned. He wore his purple gloves and nice purple tie with a question mark. His hat tilted low on his face, hiding his eyes. The only thing Allen could see was the full grin on his face that was almost unsettling if he hadn’t worked with the man before. It was probably what was making the new guy so antsy. Allen knew something was up though. He saw the carved in question mark on his neck. He had never known the Boss to harm himself, but he had obviously done a number on his skin. The question mark on his neck was the only visible one, but he assumed that he probably had more on his body. He also muttered to himself more, as if keeping up with his own thoughts. Yes, something had changed, Allen just didn’t know what.
A clash came through the window followed by smoke that fogged the room. He heard the new guy shouting nonsense, but the Boss and Allen stayed silent. Allen raised his gun at the form that landed with a thud on the ground. The smoke slowly cleared, revealing a man with a red helmet and leather. The new kid was still shouting at the figure not to move or he’d blow his brain.
There was the sound of gun fire and then another thump on the ground. Allen tensed as he looked at the red helmet man. It wasn’t him though. His eyes jumped to his boss, and there sat the Riddler holding a smoking gun. Yes, something had changed. The Riddler didn’t outright kill without a riddle, and yet…there was a dead body on the ground. He seemed the new guy couldn’t last a week.
The Riddler lifted his head and looked at the red helmet man. “I apologize. New help is never very intelligent. I hope you do not let that simple instance of stupidity effect the rest of our meeting, little bird,” he chuckled softly at the jibe of his past alias before stating, “Or would you prefer I call you Jason?”