Joining the Big Leagues! (Spoiler, Two Face)

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    Stephanie kneeled on the edge of a building, binoculars in hand. She scanned the area looking for signs of trouble. She had heard from some scum she interrogated that some unknown man was delivering a large drug shipment. Ugghhh... Why isn't he here yet! I've been out all night... Stephanie thought to herself. Suddenly a car drove down the road towards a run down building. A smile spread across Stephanie's face.
    Stephanie zoomed in with her binoculars and looked through the window of the building the car drove up to. A tall man in a suit walked around the room. His hit men moved many cardboard boxes into the room. The drugs... Stephanie watched the man as he paced around, observing the boxes. Come on big guy... Show your face for me!  A few men in suits walked in and began conversing with the men. The drug dealer turned to talk to some of his men, revealing his face. When Stephanie saw his her jaw dropped. Half of the man's face was morbidly scarred. Two Face...

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“Alright boys be careful about moving these heroin packages. The packages with the crimson stripes are heroin, the green packages marked by blue stars are cocaine strips. We are going to separate and transfer these shipments into specific loads. The combined profit from both of these ranks in around one hundred and fifteen million dollars. According to our estimates, that’s fifteen percent higher than average, meaning that this shit is expensive and lucrative. Do not screw this up, speed, or get caught by the police. We don’t need another shootout on the highway.”

Drugs were one of the many facets that made up Dent’s empire. He specialized in the drugs, human trafficking, and weapons deals. He had a small band of hit man and mercenaries that were used for his personal affairs. He had just begun to rebuild his empire and thanks to an informant in the Penguin’s business, he was alerted to a potential million dollar deal that could give him the tools and finances needed to get back in the game. All he had to do was unload the drugs, organize the packages, price them and wait for the buyers to show up. The greek mob and the Russian mob had been convening over the last two weeks. Four high members were decapitated by an unknown woman. Someone said that she had red hair, another said that she was as short as a small plant but deadly. All horse shit of course, but that was the business that Harvey often dealt in: Horse shitting and dealing with criminals who would prefer shooting someone instead of negotiating prices.

A committee of Greek and Russian members would be on there way soon, in fact they were five minutes away. One of his lieutenants Eric came running up the stairs with a phone to Two-Face. “Boss, the phone’s for you it’s Sal Maroni”. What the hell was this? Sal Maroni wanted to talk, Harvey was busy at the moment, he couldn't wait like the rest of them. Sooner or later Two-face swore they would die, he would break them and get closer to competing with Oswald Cobblepot. “Alright, I’ll take it, but if this scumbag mentions the word Greek, I’m hanging up” quipped Dent. Maroni began talking to him as if an old friend and then switched into a lamenting tone about getting a new weapons deal from LexCorp. Harvey just nodded and made some useless business quips, LexCorp was good, but their motives were unclear. The coin often told him to stay away, but sooner or later he knew that he’d have to meet with Lex Luthor or at least steal from him.

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    Stephanie glided down to the roof of the warehouse. She pried off the top of an air vent and squeezed in. She crawled along trying to find the perfect spot above the pile of boxes of drugs. Come on... This thing is like a maze... Stephanie slammed her head against the roof OW! Stupid air vent! Stephanie thought to herself. She crawled farther and finally found a vent right above the pile of boxes.
    Stephanie sat on the opening for a few minutes, listening. She watched as Two-Face put a phone against his ear. Stephanie put her head against the opening, trying to listen to bits of the conversation. Lexcorp? A weapons deal? As in the company in Metropolis? Weird... didn't know Lexcorp did that kind of business... I'll have to check into that later... She thought to herself. Alright Stephanie... Time to get in there!
    Stephanie quietly pulled of the vent entrance, looking down on the pile of drugs.  Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! This is a big deal! It's Two-Face! Should I just call Batman or something or oh my god! Ok Stephanie... Calm down... You'll be fine... Stephanie took a deep breath, pulled out her lighter, and dropped on top of the pile of drugs, which erupted in flames. She jumped down behind Two-Face. "I'm sure you're just BURNING with anger now!" Stephanie yelled. That sounded alot cooler in my head...

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A flicker of the lamp let Harvey know that the momentum had shifted. A thick, salty and smokey smell erupted from behind Harvey as he was talking. Someone had turned up the thermostat to 90 degrees from a cool sixty eight. What the hell was going on? When luck was not on his side, and clearly today was one such day, he felt vulnerable even humiliated. Harvey threw the phone into the ground, smashing into microchips and plastic frames. A piece of shit phone and now a piece of shit situation. He bit his tongue, hurting but deserved. A squeaky, mock-authoritative voice echoed straight in front of him. Harvey grabbed his gun as his henchman began scouring to get what they could to trucks. Some vehicles pulled out as Harvey’s left eye noticed a honking of a truck. The boys knew that they had to salvage what they could and deliver what they needed.

The others grabbed machine guns, bought and supplied from various mega-corporations. Harvey was good at getting what he wanted, when fate allowed him. He was the knight of change, the bringer of justice, the jury of fate, and the executioner of action. You either have a lot of balls or you lack basic thinking skills to stand in Harvey Dent’s way. Many villians, prostitutes, wannabe-heroes, lackluster cops, and foreign military trained policeman have tried time and time again to stop Harvey. To bring the man, who is justice, to “justice”. Their “Justice” which was not willing to go above and beyond the moral consequences to achieved. What a world this would be if Harvey could exact the correct amount of pressure needed…what a world.

A scowl visibly appeared and soon turned to ice. His rage slowly being released but his coin flip cooling him down. Many a time he has been taken advantage of due to it. Not this time, especially when he was faced with a woman. Woman were good for two things: fucking and talking. Of course he had been proven wrong in the past. One example of one is Irene who is a phenomenal drug lord. Scarier than many top lieutenants working in the mob and more bloodthirsty than the Great White Shark. She may be third in line only after the Joker.

Harvey smiled, it was a dark smile capable of uttering in nightmares for weeks (one such reporter who had her eyes taken away from her when she wouldn’t comply with Harvey remembers). Harvey flipped his coin and held up his hand. His men had the place completely surrounded, doors would be locked except for one exit for Harvey, that’s only a precaution. He flipped the coin four times. Two heads and two tails. Rats! His options were being taken out. Kill her himself or have his men do it. In the back of his mind he was putting together a few back up plans, knowing fate always sided with him.

But Harvey’s rage would not be frozen so easily, so when he yelled at her, she would feel it. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here bitch!” yelled Two-face. He cocked his gun and fired a warning shot into the air. This was not a time to play games and like all girls who grow up, she believed that she had the decency, the brains to file the motion to disturb. She’s the disturbed one. And she would be sentenced. Harvey flipped his coin He took a deep breath and walked a few feet to his left and then backwards. About 56 men with heavy machine guns surrounded her. Some were on the staircase, others were beside Dent. She would be dead. He flipped the coin, fate had spoken. Tails: Guilty, no bail. Dent’s left hand bent downward. He said in a cool quiet manner, “Fire boys!”

A barrage of gunfire erupted, semi-automatic weapons to heavy machine guns went off. Smoke erupted from the entire scene, Dent made sure he had his twin .22 pistols. His babies had just been reconfigured. A gavel of power, truly indeed.

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    Stephanie hit the ground. She reached into her utility belt and launched some shurikens around the room. Stephanie threw a mini-bomb at a water pipe above her. The pipe exploded and sprayed water across the room. The water doused the rest of the drugs. Rendering them unusable. She ran across the room, taking down Two Face's men. SHe ran across the room to another thug about to take him out. The thug pulled the trigger of his machine gun and hit Stephanie in the shoulder, stomach, thigh,and chest. She fell to the ground and threw an escrima stick at the thug, knocking him out. Making one last attempt, she launched herself at Two Face and swung her leg around, hoping to connect with his head and knock him out.

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Firefights were Dent's specialty, like a mad dog with the power to vaporize a planet, many believed Dent to be a rash leader. He was a brilliant tactician but he loved the power of the battle, the exhilarating aspect of the guns, death, and destruction. He was the justice of the land and because he was in the fight, he often grew more powerful because of it. Some of Dent's men fell to the ground, idiots that didn't deserve to be there. Flipping the coin it landed on tails. That's right, they did deserve to be there because they were hired guns, pawns to be discarded in the first wave of the legion of death. This costumed freak would seen realize that she should have stayed home baking cookies and taking care of her family instead of subjecting herself to the kind of torture, sexual abuse, and destruction coming towards her.

As soon as she jumped in the air and tried attacked Dent, he quickly grabbed her leg with one of his arms and threw her hard to the side of the ground. Her body hit the pavement four times as hard she thought she would, due to Dent's immense physical perfection. Two shots rang out from his prized .22 pistols. The blood began gushing and he began breathing in everything. Smoke surrounded them and ten thugs had been knocked out. This deer was screwed coming into the dragons den. "You came to the wrong party, little doll." 

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Stephanie yelped in pain as she slammed into the ground. Two broken ribs and a concussion. Not to mention the multiple gun wounds. She tried to stand up, and yelped as she felt the sharp pain in her leg. Add a broken leg to the list. Come on, Stephanie! Get up! Spoiler began to get in a kneeling position, getting up slowly but surely. She was about to stand up before she was cut off by two more bullets being shot into her back. Stephanie collapsed back onto the ground. She was getting dizzy from the loss of blood. No... Cant... pass... out... She made one final attempt to get up before she drifted away into unconsciousness.

Stephanie woke up in a cold, dark, and wet room. She had a splitting headache and cool feel every single bullet and break.

"Where... Where am I?" Stephanie struggled and struggled and was finally able to get up. She limped forward a few feet, only to realize she couldn't walk any farther. Her wrists were chained to the wall behind her. As her eyes adjusted to the room she saw the silhouette of a man.

"Two-Face."

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A orange light flashed briefly. Then the smell of smoke. “I don’t make it a priority to kill superheroes but often they get in my way… well our way so to speak. There’s something esoteric in your actions. Like a greek warrior attempting to speak about the corruption in the Senate, wielding his sword instead of a piece of paper. Time’s have changed, pigeon.”

She couldn’t see his face but his voice was distinct and light. This was what made Two-face a threat, he was a master manipulator, a master at causing one to doubt oneself. As a prosecutor Harvey had time and time again broken down the barriers stopping him from getting what he wanted. But now with a few tools and nature he was able to get those answers quickly - the delight he shared in being a lawful sadist was unparalleled in it’s own parameters.

There was a crackle as the chains holding her began getting hot, extremely hot. Two-face, aside from being able to fix certain things had developed a working relationship with a woman designing experimental weapons. Torture was a hobby for Two-face, this was to be a prized timeslot where for a few days he would make her scream who she was and remind her that hiding behind a mask does not conceal one’s true “face”. The face of “good” is not so easily light… it can be dark, like batman (another one to kill). And evil can be good, evil must be entertained and practiced to get back to the truth. The truth was the coin - follow it… it will lead you to the core of the argument. Then as the chains piped down, a crackle of blue electricity was emitted from a sensory node. It connected with her chains zapping her for a good fifteen seconds. A low voltage but one that would remind this small, bitch who she was dealing with.

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Spoiler scowled at the silhouette of the older man. This was not exactly the situation Stephanie wanted to be in, but she was in it now, so she had to find a way out. Two Face spoke, obviously trying to psych her out. Spoiler brushed it off, not listening. Stephanie examined what was on her body. The criminal had removed her boots, utility belt, and gloves. Luckily, her mask was still on.

Stephanie shook her head in disgust. This man was... He was a monster. He tortured, abused, trafficked, and did much more horrible things to innocent people. To KIDS even. And the most disgusting part of it all was that he thought he was doing what he does in the name of Justice. That disgusted Stephanie more than anything else. Suddenly the cuffs around Stephanie's wrist began to get piping hot. She helped in pain and snapped out of her head and back to the current situation. The heat wouldn't have bothered her if she had her gloves on, but now it left deep red scalds in her wrist. She forced the steaming hot metal down her arm and onto the sleeve of her costume. She wouldn't get hurt by that, at least.

"You sick monster!"

Stephanie scowled even more trying to get a better look at the man.

"Why don't you show yourself!" Stephanie yelled, before the metal chains flashed with blue electricity. What seemed like a few thousand volts surged through the metal. The rubber in Spoiler's suit protected her from most of the electricity, but she still felt a little tingly pain. Stephanie still yelped at the appearance of the electricity, but not because of paint but because of surprise. When the electricity stopped, Stephanie looked up at the silhouette.

"Is that the best you've got?"

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The chains holding her were retracted into the slit in the cement from which they came. The generator turned off and Two-face continued to be in the dark, she could only see what small light there was. He would not be intimidated, but he planned on getting information out of this bitch. He flipped the coin and it had landed on Heads. Continue to round two. She had earned that, Fate wanted her to survive for the first round.

Two men appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her and began tearing her pants off, reavling her bare naked skin. Two-face’s eyes were impressed, if only they were somewhere else. He could caress those legs, make her moan for something different. But this was Gotham and this was a superhero wannabe; that would come on the level after she perished if Luck went that way. After cutting her clothes, she was mostly naked except for her cowl. He couldn’t see her small breasts because her hands were covering them. She didn’t want to reveal her cards, he liked that in women. Keeping the game alive so to speak. Dent motioned for them to take her into the next room to her left. He had recently acquired the plans for this new room. His men had four crates of dangerous “treats” for his “friends”.

As soon as she was in the room, she was kicked in the butt and pushed on the floor. Two-Face could see her from a television monitor, there was a microphone for her to speak. The door to this room closed. This was outfitted with the type of material that would make anyone crazy. Bouncing around and screaming their heads off, screaming for help or yelling profanities to free them. One time Dent remembered he had caught someone’s tongue off and they screamed for hours. Railing on him without making any sense. “ Start talking slut” said Two-face. While she may think that he was talking to her, in reality he wasn’t. The opening in the four crates opened and ten black dangerous leeches were released. Like Sharks, Leeches love blood. And she had some as she was electrocuted. This was going to be intoxicating, Dent told his men to grab a beer.