Author's Notes
Hey all, I got another story coming your way! Imagine my surprise - no, scratch that. Shock would be a better word - imagine my shock when I found out, through the entirety of , there is only ONE Batman/MGS crossover. It's madness I tell you! Well, that's why I wrote this. Hope you enjoy, and please drop a review when you're finished!
So, the Patriots were gone eh? Just like that?
"After all the trouble they've caused me. After all my failed attempts to destroy them..."
The large frame of Lex Luthor stood proudly overlooking the spiraling "City of Metropolis" from his luxury offices' window. But along with the pride he felt looking out at the smoggy skyline, there came a tremendous surge of rage from deep in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly, he bars his teeth and without warning, thrusts his fist into the wall.
"Some old fart just bursts in and takes them down? Just like that?"
"Just like that sir,".
Shaking, Lex slowly removed his fist from the wall, barely registering that there was now a gaping hole in it let alone that his knuckles were split open. He was too angry to notice. He felt that at any second his head might explode.
Taking a deep breath and collecting himself, he turns to face Deborah Mimes, his new 'secretary.' Deborah was a plain looking girl, though not unappealing. As she pushes a lock of brunette hair behind her ear, Deborah looks down towards her other arm where she clutches a stack of papers. Peering at the documents through thick glasses, she began to read.
"He wasn't just some 'old fart' though sir," she began, "Codename Solid Snake, first name David, last unknown. He was the man-"
"The man responsible for thwarting the Outer Heaven Crisis, Zanzibarland Disturbance, Shadow Moses Incident, and Liquid Ocelot's Insurrection yes, yes, I know," the venom practically dripping from his lips.
Lex waves Deborah off, turning back around and folding his hands behind himself.
"Doesn't change the fact that he's degenerated into a useless sack of wrinkled flesh,".
Deborah remains quiet, awaiting orders. Luthor looks over his shoulder, back at her, eyes squinted. Truth be told, he liked Deborah. She didn't seem to have any ulterior motives-none that truth serum, mind probes, or extensive interrogation sessions could pick up anyway.
"Loyalty…" he thought. He didn't have a lick of it, but it was something he liked to have in his employees.
"Ugh… go get me some coffee or something," he said as he dismissed his "secretary". He crossed over the room to his large desk where he promptly sat down, hands folded with a somewhat tired sounding sigh. The woman nodded in response, and scurried off, leaving Luthor alone to contemplate his next move. He still hadn't noticed his bloodied hand…
"Hurgh..." Snake awoke with a grunt, his eyes lazily drooping open as more and more sunlight pierced through his lids. Begrudgingly, the tired soldier eased up off the bed, only for a stinging pain to surge through his back.
"Argh!" He stumbled forward, taking a minute to straighten himself out.
"Damn!" Snake thought to himself, "getting old sucks,".
Dragging his feet away from the couch where he resides and up the staircase, Snake made his way to the kitchen, where he finds Otacon sitting at the table, computer inches away from his face as always.
"Sleeping in again eh?" The Otaku asks with a smirk.
"There's just nothing to get up for anymore." Snake replies wearily.
"What're you talking about?" Otacon laughs. "There's plenty to wake up for!" Out of the corner of his eye, Hal catches Sunny making her way in, hefting half a dozen eggs in both arms. She smiles at the two, before quickly taking her place at the step stool where she begins her morning routine.
"For example," Otacon grins toward the girl, and the duo watch her as she progresses. Such a clumsy girl, she could be so cute sometimes, even Snake finds it hard not to laugh.
"Umm, h-here you go Uncle Hal." Sunny says, signature stutter as prominant as ever, as she offers Otacon a plate of eggs. He happily accepts them, and wastes no time in digging in.
"Why thank you very much Sunny." He smiles. Sunny returns it, before turning to Snake, offering him a plate as well.
"Uhh, I think I'll pass Sunny." The soldier says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his handy-dandy smokes. "This is all the breakfast I need." He lights one up and happily takes a drag, partly just to spite the girl, and partly because he just really needed a cigarette.
"Hmph," Sunny huffs in response, turning her head from Snake. "This is a n-no smoking f-flight!" She announces.
"Oh cut Sunny some slack Snake," Otacon pipes up. "I think she's really improved with her cooking." He gleefully takes another mouthful, chewing happily on the food.
"I mean, either way they have to be better then those military rations you live off of."
"Rations aren't so bad once you get used to em." Snake retorts, taking another drag from his cigarette in the process. Otacon just rolls his eyes.
"If you say so," He mutters. "And hey, what happened to quitting?" He just then realizes the cigarette laying idly in Snake's mouth.
"Heh, no matter how hard I try I can't stay away from these things for long." He holds the stick in between his fingers, admiring it for a moment, before popping it back in his mouth. Otacon just rolls his eyes again, he should have expected as much. Taking smokes away from Snake is like taking a favorite toy from a toddler. A very dangerous toddler who's been known to snap a man's neck in the blink of an eye… with his feet.
Ding!
"Huh?" Everyone looked to Otacon's computer, as the machine suddenly let out a dinging sound.
"You've got mail."
The automated voice said.
"That's weird." The scientist says as he fiddles with the keyboard. Snake and Sunny both watch him as he stares intently at the screen in front of him, noticing as his expression goes from surprise, to pure shock, to terror.
"Uhh, Sunny," He speaks. "Why don't you, err, go play."
"Huh?" Sunny looks up, her bright eyes shining with worry.
"Oh oh no! Hehe, d-don't worry Sunny, nothings wrong." Otacon quickly puts up a big grin for the girl. "This is, uh, just an old friend of Snake and me, and uh we have to talk business." The Otaku laughs awkwardly as Sunny stares at him bemused.
"Don't worry, I'll fill you in later." Otacon keeps up the smile as Sunny looks down, and then hesitantly makes her leave. As soon as she's out of sight Otacon drops the smile with a sigh of relief.
"What is it?" Snake asks.
"It's a video mail," Otacon replies. "From one Lex Luthor."
"Luthor!" Snake practically shouts. "What do you think he wants?"
"I'm more concerned with how he actually got this address." Otacon replies.
"Otacon... do you think he-"
"Now let's not jump to conclusions Snake," Otacon cuts in. "Let's just watch the video before we make any rash assumptions." Snake gets up from his chair and makes his way to the one next to Otacon, and once he's seated, the Otaku presses play.