Early that morning, the police station was as busy as a lobby room in Call of Duty on a Saturday morning. "Anything regarding last night's incident?" Commissioner Gordon asked one of his deputies as officers roamed back and forth, trying to make sense of what had happened at the restaurant and the identity of the girl who attacked their men.
"Nothing sir, it seemed like an armed robbery but apart from the unusually strong meta, there's something else that doesn't make any sense." He replied.
"Well, go on ahead and tell me. I don't have all day." Commissioner Gordon said to him, taking off his glasses as he massaged his temples, the compiled stress and frustration from the late hours of the night all through this morning evident on his face.
"There's nothing in any of them, almost like they fell from the sky or something."
"You're telling me they don't exist? Like there's no data or a pint-sized info that would help us identify any of them?" He asked with a stern look, not too surprised by that because he had been in that line of work long enough to know that certain circumstances like that was possible.
"Yes sir." The deputy replied.
"How about from the security cameras, anything on what went on in there?"
"No sir, am afraid they were all disabled right before the attack."
"I see, typical move for smart robbers." Commissioner Gordon remarked with a sigh as he reclined into his chair, turning around and looking right out the clear window. "Okay, I want all footage from every dash-cam present at the scene last night to be reviewed thoroughly. Check for anything unusual that you might have missed."
"Yes sir." He replied with a salute before leaving the commissioner's office. "Seems I would have to see the Bat tonight, he might know something." Reaching for his drawer he muttered to himself as he pulled out a cigar and lit it, drawing a few puffs before exhaling. Almost like exhaling some of his frustration right out with the fumes.
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[Tom Hendricks POV]
As she slowly regained consciousness, a mild music played in the dimly lit room, her vision blurry and with aches all over her body like she was hit by a truck or something with that much force. He hands were suspended and tied up to some cables which were hooked onto lock clips at the ceiling.
The ground was a wooden floor so there was no way she could transmit electricity from her body to help her escape, especially since Tom had worn a meta-dampener bracelet around her ankle.
'Where… Where am I?' The girl asked, taking a look around only to hear Tom humming to the mild music playing in the background as he calmly cleaned some knives and other tools with a piece of cloth.
"Oh, you're awake. That's good, I was almost done with this." Tom said to her as he noticed her eyes slowly closing back as her consciousness sluggishly faded away. He walked over to her and slapped her so hard across the face that her eyes hurriedly swung open. "Wake up bitch." He said as he pulled on her hair.
"Good, you're up again." Tom said with a deranged looking smile on his face. She spat at him but her spit didn't reach him but just hit an airfield before dropping to the floor.
He punched her in the guts, taking her few inches off the ground as her eyes widened, liquid spilled from her mouth and she began to gasp for some air. "You're one feisty bitch, I like feisty bitches. They are fun to toy with, and I enjoy breaking every piece of them, piece by piece."
Walking down to a chair at a corner in the room, he took a seat right next to a table occupied with fine food and red wine before he continued. "Their minds, body, and soul. Every piece would be a delight to break apart. I really do hope you're as stubborn as you let on, maybe you could quell my boredom for a while."
"You bastard, where am I?" She asked as she was still trying to catch her breath from having her spleen punched by someone like him.
"You know, that's a good question. Are we really anywhere?" Tom asked as he seemed to muse a little on the question before grabbing a fork and a dinning knife, but only got a confused yet annoyed look in response. "I mean we exist in a third dimensional plane, but what about other beings who exist in a fourth and fifth dimensional plane. Or maybe those in lower planes like the first and second dimension, they all exist all at once and In one place just different vibrational frequency from the other."
Tom elaborated a bit, turned over to look at her for a second only to see an unexplainable expression on her face.
"It kind of scares me to even ask what the fuck goes on in that retarded mind of yours." She replied while Tom just went on cutting a piece of stake and chewed on it for a bit before pouring himself some finely aged red wine.
"Just go on ahead and kill me, I won't give you any kind of information anyway."
"Oh, where are my manners. You must be starving and here I am having an high quality stake with so much juiciness right in front of you. For that I do apologize." He said as he picked up a piece of stake with his fork and walked towards her.
"Here, have this." He offered her the piece of stake but just got a death stare in return even as she tried so hard to resist her mouth from watering but eventually gave in to the temptation as Tom seduced her nose and mind with the delicious aroma of the meat, dangling it right in front of her face.
She opened her mouth in wait of Tom to place it in, he pulled it back just as it was about reaching her mouth. "Well, more for me then." He said as he ate the piece of stake himself, then casually drove the fork into her right shoulder, right next to her socket joint.
"You bastard, you fucking stabbed me." She yelled with agonizing pain as Tom twitched the fork which he had dug into her meat. "Yes I did." He replied as he pulled it out and drove it right back in, earning a grunt from her as she grit on her teeth, trying her best not to scream as she would rather bite on her teeth than give Tom the satisfaction of hearing her screams.
"You think this is enough to break me?" She looked at him dead in the eyes as it was evident on her face that she was trying her most possible best to hold back the pain, striving to sound and act tough.
"No, not at all." Tom replied before pulling out his fork and returned to his seat. "I called an acquaintance of mine to keep you company while am gone, the real fun… Or should I say game since it's going to be more of questions and answer with a huge chunk of torture, begins whenever I feel bored and seek entertainment from a beauty such as yourself." He taunted as he took a napkin to clean off her blood from the fork.
"I bet you're quite a screamer yourself, your melody would be quite soothing to my eardrums." He added before proceeding to finish up with his meal.
"At first I doubted it but not I've gotten my answers about you." She said to him, as her hands seemed to be getting numb from prolonged suspension in the air. "And what would that be?" Tom inquired.
"I thought maybe you had a few screws loose, but now I see you've completely lost it all." She replied, staring right at Tom as she seemed to think she had him all figured out.
"That's quite an observation, I always thought I saw the world different. Like seeing the world for what it truly is, almost as if seeing life through a kaleidoscope." Tom reply wasn't even close to the ideal response she had expected.
Suddenly, Tom sensed the reverberating sound of an ascending elevator, along with the opening and closing of the elevator's doors. Then took note of the vibrations made from every step taken by the incoming fellow along the hallway. "He's here, I guess I would just leave you two to it. I have more important things to do." He said while getting off his seat and gulping down the last wine in his glass.
"What's so important that you're leaving? I might grow bored when you leave."
"You know, the usual. Planning my next move for my deceit of the people of this country and the world, I run something of an empire so you know I am quite a busy man." Immediately he throw her that comment in an extremely casual and nonchalant manner, the doorknob twisted and the door was swung open.
"You sure took your sweet time getting here." Tom said as Slade Wilson walked into the room. "Well I was out on a business trip and came as soon as I was summoned by Ghost." He replied before looking over at the tied up girl in the middle of the room.
"Well, you are here now. You got the full gist, so I am leaving her to you for the night."
"I don't enjoy torturing little girls but the boss pays good, so I have to make good on my part." He replied as he dropped his briefcase on the table. "Whatever man, am off." Tom said before walking to the door which swung open with just a thought. "Later cutie, see ya when I see ya." He put his arm in his pocket then exited the room.
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[Jason Todd's POV]
Standing in a dimly lit space, I was surrounded by dead bodies as blood splattered all over the walls and also the ground. While most had deep knife wounds, others lost their frail lives to some bullets of mine. Panting a bit as I tried catching my breath due to the intense killing spray I had just engaged on, all to get to the man who was either behind the next door or had probably made a run for it in the midst of the chaos.
As I approached the door, I retracted one of my pistols and reached for the doorknob. While my hand drew closer to the doorknob, I made a sudden pause, noticing strange shadows lingering at the bottom area of the door. With a immediate change in plans, I forcefully kicked down the door with my heavy boots and sent two men stumbling down the stairs to the basement.
As I entered, a gun from the side was placed at my head and just as his trigger finger was about squeezing the trigger at point blank range, I quickly reached for the gun and moved both the gun and my head in opposite directions, the bullet shot into the wall, completely missing it's mark which was my brain.
I aggressively drove my knee into his solar plexus, then held on to his head and aggressively bashed it into the wall behind him as blood splattered all over. While the others who fell, quickly regained their footing.
Moving speedily I pulled out my second pistol and jumped on the rails of the stairs as an hefty man with a gun in his hand rushed out of another door in the below. I fired two consecutive headshots at both men who fell down the stairs earlier, then I shot the hefty man on his knee cap while gliding down on the rails as their bodies dropped to the floor one after the other.
Ignoring his painful grunts, I made contact with the ground and immediately shifted my weight into a roll and stopped right where he had dropped to his other knee while the other was bleeding profusely. I pulled out my knife and drove it directly beneath his jaw and all the way up to his tiny brain.
"That should do it." I muttered to myself as I walked into the office of where the culprit was probably operating from, while completely staying out of sight and keeping a low profile.
"Sweet, sweet, karma." I said as the person who was seated at the other side of a desk was none other than Gotham City former district attorney, Harvey Dent.
Dressed in a white and purple striped suit, each equally divided on both halves as he sat reclined into a comfortable office chair with a glass of whiskey in hand and a cigar in his mouth.
"Are you some kind of super soldier or what? That would explain how an intruder made his way down here without having his own blood spilling out of his guts, or dead." Two face said, as he gestured for me to take a seat while grabbing the bottle of whiskey on the table to pour me a drink.
"No thanks, you can keep your fucking drink." I responded, my only thoughts that moment was, which was the most agonizing way of killing the bastard.
"Your lose son, this whiskey has a fine blend to it." He replied before reaching for his upper suit pocket and pulled out a coin which he placed on the table.
"So what business do you have with me that made you so persistent on interrupting my evening?"
"You've recently began interfering with territories and the businesses of crime lords who happen to pledge elegance to Ghost, and those who have their business under his protection." I said as I drew closer to his desk, slowly changing my tone into one of noticeable bloodlust.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put a bullet right through your fucking skull right now." I said to him, not letting my grudge against the man influence the flow of the job, revenge could come afterwards.
"I won't deny or confirm these claims but what does it matter to you anyway? Are you one of his lackeys? He sure do have quite the collection of frighteningly strong lackeys."
"You do know what happens to people who tries to undermine him right? If you don't, just ask Black Mask's people." I put down my gun, knowing he wasn't a major treat because I could absolutely take him without breaking a single sweat.
"Oh Black Mask, such a tragic fate I must say." He replied as he reached for the coin on the table and flipped it up into the air. The moment I took a look at it up in the air, he pulled out a gun and fired shots at me.
Quickly I ducked to the ground, taking a dive just to the front side of his desk as I leaned against it. "How dare that stranger come into my city and act like he owns the place. I need to put him in his place so he knows this city isn't up for the grabs and it is my city." He emphasized.
He climbed on top the desk and fired shots down below, only to come to an empty space. I immediately tackled him to the ground from behind and disarmed him in the process as I got him on his knees, holding him at gun point.
"I don't believe in karma but this evening has me wondering, what if there is something such as karma after all?"
"What do you mean by that?" He asked with both hands raised up in the air. I took off my helmet and looked him dead in the eye as I spoke. "Look at me, does my face remind you of anyone?" I asked him.
"This isn't just about my issues with Ghost is it?" He asked with a raised brow and with a calm tone, not sounding like a person who was one squeeze of a trigger away from passing on to the underworld.
"Maybe this would help jug your memory." I said to him as I pulled the trigger, putting a bullet right into his collar bone. He grunted in pain as he held on to his bleeding shoulder.
"You son of a bitch." He mumbled in pain. "Now we are getting somewhere. I shot both of his thighs and had him leaking blood from all over. "What is it you have against me anyway? What did I ever do to you?"
"Remember the name Willis Todd? He was an affiliate of yours who you murdered in cold blood."
"Oh I see, you're his son." He said as a creepy smile slowly made its way across the other half of his face.
"Now look who's finally getting it. Any last words?" I asked as I walked behind him and placed my knife at his throat, giving him the chance to spit out whatever garbage he might have in mind. A gunshot would be showing mercy, I needed him to suffer before giving up his last breath.
"I…" My knife slit his throat before he could make a sentence to utter his last words. It was a shallow cut that wasn't deep enough to kill him in an instant, but deep enough to have him choking on his own blood.
He dropped to the ground as he clenched on to his throat, laying in a puddle of his own blood. Slitting his throat had given me a euphoric feeling as my knife cut through his windpipe and while I watched him grab on to his throat and jerking as he chocked all the way to the afterlife.
"Like I care what your last words might be." I grizzled, cleaning my knife on his lifeless body before heading out of there.
Here I go again, wiping out another organization who dared to interfere with Ghost, here in Gotham criminal underworld. I don't think there would be a need to tell Tom about this, all he needs to know is that whoever was causing a stir in his business on the underground, was now taken care of and would be serving as food to the maggots of the earth really soon. I'm sure he would feel right at home since one part of his face was looking hideously rotten anyway.
Walking out the back door, I made a turn around to the near by district where I had my bike parked and safely hidden. "I could really use a hot bubble bath tonight to help me wash off the stress and tension from the evening." I exasperated as I hopped on my bike, kick starting it and driving off into the night with turned off headlights.