Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from either Black Lagoon or Batman, I'm only borrowing them for awhile. I am mostly ignoring canon for both series, so I can use the characters I want. If you wanna complain, go ahead.
A big thanks goes out to Espanolbot off Scans Daily, who's Casstoons strips inspired a certain scene.
Batman and Black Lagoon
The two children watched their new master thoughtfully. He had bought them from the Italian mob, arranging them to be removed from what was becoming a difficult situation. He wasn't pretty, but that didn't bother either child. They had learned very young that 'pretty' didn't matter, all it was was something to mask the evil within.
The scarred man took a coin out from his pocket, the Gotham warehouse quiet as he prepared to flip it. He did so, the silver coin flashing as it rose, then he caught it and slapped it down on his black suit's sleeve.
"Is it time, big sister?" Hansel asked, watching as Two Face checked the coin.
"He has his rituals, just like we do little brother," Gretel answered, "be patient."
"Scar face up," Two Face noted calmly. He put the coin in his pocket, his expression oddly serene as he asked, "You two ready?"
"Of course," Gretel smiled as she hefted her massive military rifle.
Hansel checked the wicked ax he carried as he asked, "What's the target, sir?"
"The crime families of Gotham," Two Face said as he adjusted his suit, split down the middle between black and gray, "and we'll start with my old friends the Falcone's."
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Bruce Wayne was working late, looking out over Gotham from Wayne Tower. He projected the image of a foppish millionaire, but in reality he carefully watched over his fortune and the company he inherited, using them for the greater good of Gotham.
The ringing of his private line made Bruce raise his eyebrow slightly. There were very few people with that number, and they wouldn't be calling this late unless it was a emergency. He picked it up as he said, "Hello?"
"Hello Mr. Wayne," the voice said in perfect Russian, "it's been a long time."
"Balalaika," Bruce growled out softly. "How did you get this number?"
"We both know I have connections, Bruce," Balalaika answered smoothly. "I have information you need, I think, in repayment for the debt I owe you."
Bruce closed his eyes, remembering the training journey he had set out on in his late teens. Tibet, the mid-east, and other places, including the lawless city of Roanapur. He had found himself caught up in a brutal gang war, and had fought to survive beside a beautiful ex-Russian military officer.
"You don't owe me for that," Bruce said quietly.
"Possibly," Balalaika answered, her voice warm, "or maybe I'm doing this for the fond memories we share." Briskly she continued, "I have received word that two very dangerous killers have come to your city. They are twins, children, and are called Hansel and Gretel."
"Twins," Bruce repeated, instantly knowing who had brought them to the city. 'Oh, Harvey,' he mentally sighed, thinking of his old friend sadly.
"They were spirited out of Roanapur before certain... factions could get a hold of them," Balalaika added, "I fear at least some of those factions will chase them to your city."
"I see," Bruce answered, "thank you."
"I look forward to seeing you again," Balalaika said just as she hung up on him.
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The gangs in Gotham never really recovered from the arrival of men like the Joker, Penguin, and of course Two Face himself. But even in decline the gangs were a power, handling drug dealing, prostitution and crime that the costumes just didn't touch.
Dominic Falcone was a handsome man, by most standards. He dressed well, he had a nice face, and his hair was always nicely styled. You had to get closer to see the utter inhumanity in his eyes, and few lived to learn about his people smuggling ring.
"Get the truck unloaded," Dominic ordered his men as they unloaded the bundles of drugs from the shipping truck. 'FetEx,' he thought to himself wryly, 'when you absolutely, positively have to get it there on time.'
It took only a few minutes to shatter his contentment. A worker from the front end of the old factory they were shipping out of ran towards him, yelling, "Boss, there's someone busting in at the main entrance!"
"You, you," Dominic pointed at two of his more reliable guys as he ordered, "get your guns out and let's go take a look."
The three men, lead by the other, scurried through the darkened factory. As they reached the entrance Dominic was comforted to see his men standing guard as usual, though one was leaned casually up against the wall.
"Hey, man, what the hell," one of the shooters grabbed the guy by the shoulder, then yelped as his head rolled right off.
"Aaah!" the first guy screamed like a girl even as Dominic realized the other guard was dead too, leaning sightlessly against the wall.
"Who did this?" Dominic demanded, waving his gun around nervously.
A cheerful, childlike voice said, "We did, mister!"
Dominic turned to see a child hefting a bloody ax, which he used with shocking speed on one of his gunmen. The blade parted flesh with stupid erase, splattering him with blood as his man went down screaming. The boy finished him with a chop, splattering his fine clothes.
"What the hell?" Dominic scampered backwards even as a tall man emerged from the gloom, along with a little girl hefting a gun bigger than she was. He recognized the man and his mouth went dry as he whispered, "Dent?"
"Dominic, been awhile," Two Face grinned as Gretel charged into the factory, gun blazing as she cut men down like a scythe. Hansel followed, killing any wounded still living and slaughtering his share of goons.
"We can make a deal!" Dominic squealed.
"Not in this lifetime," Two Face said as he shot the man dead.
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Rokuro Okajima, more commonly known as Rock, really wondered what sort of fucked up city this was. He and the Lagoon Company were here to assist a team from Hotel Moscow, though honestly he didn't know what they were doing here. They had docked the freighter the Moscow team was using as cover and transport, Revy and declared she was going out to check out the town and less than FIVE MINUTES LATER she was in a fight.
"What the hell?" Dutch blinked, the bald black man towering over them all as Revy leaped and dodged between boats, firing away with both pistols.
The woman in black was keeping up with her, shockingly enough, and even crazier wasn't getting hit. "That would be my line," Benny blinked, the blonde haired man looking on in awe.
The woman in black leaped right over Revy, yet the gunslinger reacted fast and avoided the follow up kick. With a growl she blazed away with her pistols, even as the other woman again bounded away with incredible agility.
"Wow," Rock said weakly. He really wanted to come up with something more elegant, but to be honest he couldn't come up with anything. These two are poetry in motion, even if the poem in question is about death and violence.
"Holy fuck," Dutch noted mildly.
"Uhm," Rock looked up at Dutch as he asked, "Do you think we should maybe go out there and try to break this up?"
Benny looked amused as he pointed out, "You remember what happened when you tried it with Revy and Roberta?"
"Good point," Rock admitted.
Revy dodged another attack, thought this time some kind of bat-blade throwing weapon was sticking in her arm. "Would you fucking DIE!" she roared, blasting away.
The black clad woman she was fighting actually grinned. "Tch, language!" she chided.
'Yup,' Rock decided, 'this city is insane.'
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"Gordon, you called?" Batman said gruffly, landing on the rooftop above the Gotham Police Department. The black cape figure was very striking, his shadowy presence striking fear in the heart of many a evil doer.
"Batman," James Gordon nodded beside the huge spotlight, his pipe lit and curling smoke into the dark night. "You've heard about the attack as the old Smythe Factory?"
"A dozen gangsters killed, including Dominic Falcone, one of the last relatives of the old Falcone crime family," Batman said flatly. "Deaths by heavy weapons and blades, mostly."
James put his hands in his pockets, "I expected you'd be on top of it. But we still don't know who is behind it."
"I think we both know who it is," Batman said after a moment, "Harvey."
"You think he's still focused on vengeance on the Falcone family?" James asked a bit sadly. He had been a friend to Harvey Dent too, before he had been scared and became Two Face.
"I have... a confidential source that says Harvey brought in help from outside the city, twins called Hansel and Gretel," Batman said flatly. "I'll follow up on it, see if I can find any traces of the three of them."
"I'll run it by Interpol," James agreed. He hesitated, "Whoever these twins are, they destroyed gangsters in what my forensics teams think was only minutes. Watch yourself."
"You too," Batman said, before seeming to disappear into the night.
With a sigh James headed down the stairs, the older man concerned about the odd reports coming in this evening. There were reports of armed men and women, along with semi-military figures who were passing around a lot of money. His gut told him this was all connected, and if he was right it was going to be nasty.
Three figures were standing in front of officer Montoya's desk, and Renee looked rather annoyed. "All right," she asked them, "can you explain what you're doing here?"
The tall Asian woman with bouncy breasts and dressed in a slinky dress smiled winningly. "We tourists," she said cheerfully.
"Yes," the man with sunglasses agreed, "we're seeing the city."
Renee rubbed her temples. "That's a very nice Sig Mauser you're carrying for a tourist," she looked at the man, "and some very sharp knives, miss," she looked at the Asian lady, then hesitated as she looked at the Gothic Lolita garbed woman, "and what's up with the CHAINSAW you were carrying?"
Sawyer hesitated, looking at Rotton and Shenhua, then looked back at Renee. Using her vocoder she replied, "I like... carving."
"Ugh," Renee sighed.
To be continued...