A tall man sat on a barstool deep in the seedy side of Gotham City. A pair of scuffed cowboy boots rested on the stool and the elbows of a faded olive drab shirt occupied the bar, a dusty cavalry hat sat next to them. The man lifted a long neck bottle up to his lips. A little of the brew dribbled out of a hole on the right of his mouth. That hole was a small paint stroke on the gruesome canvas that was half of Jonah Hex's face. After a freak comic book style time travel conundrum, Hex had spent enough time in the present era to be accustomed to the large city. He opted not to give up his old Confederate uniform or dual Colt Navys, which always hung off his hip in a brown leather holster, much to the chagrin of local law enforcement and this feller in a black cape. Most the people in the bar didn't take mind to Hex, or his guns, or his face. The dumpy bar's grimy floors and dim lighting housed the type of men that didn't ask questions or stare too long at anything but the wall. After finishing his beer, Jonah pulled himself off the stool and placed his Stetson hat on his head. His boots clicked on the hard floor as he walked over to the coat rack and pulled a tattered Confederate's officer jacket off the hook. Jonah tossed a Confederate silver dollar on the bar for his waitress and walked towards the door without saying a word. Before Jonah could push the door open, a bad biker man with one too many beers stood up between Hex and the door. The hairy gorilla stuffed in the leather jacket looked down at Jonah's scarred face hiding under the cavalry hat. Hex raised his good eye up to meet the biker's gaze.
"You seem to be in mah way." came Jonah's hoarse & scratchy voice. The biker crossed his huge arms, making his muscles look bigger.
"What happened to yo face?" the booming voice asked. Hex let out a sly smile thinking of a smart answer to the familiar question.
"It was yer momma's idea." Hex witted back. The biker's face turned dark red as he growled in anger.
"I'm gonna even out dat mug for ya!"
"Hey! Ain't no need for rough stuff tonight!" The barmaid yelled from behind the bar. Hex backed up from the man only to knock into another biker, before Jonah realized it he had been surrounded by four beefy bikers. The lead biker threw the first punch, Jonah ducked it and came back up to catch the biker in the chin with an uppercut. A barstool came swinging in from the left and busted against Hex's ribs. Jonah turned towards the biker responsible and clocked him a strong right hook. Another biker tried to restrain Jonah's arms while his buddy wound up to lay a beating on the bounty hunter. Jonah quickly swung his boot back, the spur catching the biker's leg. The burly man yelped in pain, then Jonah threw the point of his boot into the biker in front of him. Grabbing his groin, the motorcycle thug hit a high note of pain. All the big, tough bikers lay moaning on the floor. The cowboy looked down at them with a disinterested glance then moved his stare to the girl behind the bar who was less than thrilled at the newly created mess.
"These boys'll clean that up." he gruffed out as he dug in his pocket and tossed another Confederate coin onto the bar.