TP Enterprises Gotham Branch
Chapter 1
I own nothing
It was just another night in Gotham City, on the outskirts a small plane landed on a private airfield. Out of the plane stepped a disheveled balding man wearing a simple white t shirt, grey pants, and boots. He looked at the distant skyline while he made a call on his cell phone. After a few rings the person he was calling answered "Trevor did you make it alright" a nervous voice asked. "Of course I made it you jumpy idiot, I'm looking at Gotham right now Ron" Trevor growled.
"Are you sure this is a good idea Trevor, Gotham runs on different rules than San Andreas; I mean between Batman, Joker- " Before Ron could continue Trevor cut him off "Just a bunch of costumed assholes thinking they're something special Ron, see the difference between them and me is I'm a serious business man and they're a bunch of idiots who beat the shit out of each other thinking it's Halloween year round" he ranted. "You're absolutely right Trevor; they don't have the drive you do, they just waste time playing dress up" Ron said to appease his volatile boss. "Damn right I am, now where's this contact you got for me Ron" Trevor said, getting in a black pick up truck that was left at the field for him.
The slums of Gotham were home to some of the most depraved scum of the Earth, a borderline lawless place where anything goes and just about anything can be bought; from military grade weapons to people. Despite Batman/ Bruce Wayne's best efforts the slums never seemed to change. Within this land of filth and desperation stood a strip club called The Cinnamon Cheetah. This was one of the more successful strip clubs in the slums which attracted more well-off patrons. The owner was looking over profits and pictures of potential new dancers when he was startled by the sound of the door to his office being kicked in.
In the doorway stood Trevor "hello good sir, I'm new to Gotham and I figured what better place to learn about this fine city than your fine establishment" Trevor said. The owner was less than impressed by this "who the fuck are you, you better give me a good reason not to have my bouncers kick the shit out of you and toss you in the dumpster out back" he demanded angrily. Trevor sucked some air through his teeth "yeah about that your bouncers are currently grieving one of their buddies; see I asked to see you but he told me you weren't to be bothered, I insisted that meeting you was of the utmost importance, he refused again and then he decided to put his hands on me" Trevor narrated. "Now I value my personal space quite a bit, so I admit I got a little angry. One thing led to another and now his skull is open, and his brains are on the floor" Trevor explained. The owner's eyes widened in shock before he ran out to see his club empty except for his employees (who Trevor ordered to stay) and one of his bouncers indeed dead with his brains leaking onto the floor.
The owner returned to his office to find Trevor now sitting on his chair at his desk "you crazy bastard, you want the cops all over this place" he demanded. Trevor threw up his hands "hey he touched me without permission, hell if anything I should sue you for sexual harassment" he said. The owner walked to the desk and slammed his fist on it "DO YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING JOKE!?" faster than he could react Trevor lunged and grabbed him by the throat "no my friend this is far from a fucking joke, see here's how things are gonna go; I'm your boss now and this establishment is now the headquarters for the Trevor Philips Enterprises Gotham Branch" Trevor growled. "You don't scare me; I've been face to face with the Joker himself, you got nothing on him" the owner choked out. "Well here's the difference between me and him: he's not here, I am" Trevor said, pulling out a gun and putting it to the former owner's temple.
A minute later Trevor and the defeated looking former owner (who Trevor learned his name was Ricky) entered the main room. Trevor had the bouncers and strippers line up "alright people listen up, this establishment is under new management" Trevor said "from this day forth you are all part of the Trevor Philips Enterprises family. Now I know change can be hard, scary even, but you are witnessing the dawning of a new era, first this club then Gotham" Trevor said. "Now first order of business" he pointed to the dead bouncer "get this guy out of here before he starts to stink."
Back in the office Trevor poured himself a glass of whiskey when someone entered "well you're making a great first impression" a dry woman's voice said. She was average height, shoulder length blonde hair, dull blue eyes, pale skin and c cup breasts. She had blood red nail polish and lipstick, a black widow tattooed on her navel, a low-cut shirt that ended halfway between her breasts and navel, dark blue jeans, an open black leather jacket, and combat boots. "Sandra glad you could make it for my welcoming party" Trevor said, taking out another glass and pouring some whiskey in. Sandra walked up to the desk and took the glass.
After downing it's contents she spoke "when my loser brother called and said his boss wanted to expand his operation to Gotham I figured that it was another idiot who thought that Gotham would be an easy place to set up; only to get chewed up and spat out, but you just might have what it takes" she said. She offered her glass which Trevor filled before she sat in the chair across from him "to a successful business venture" she said before they clinked their glasses together.
AN: Hey loyal readers. so I was playing GTA 5 and I thought Trevor would fit in perfectly in Gotham. anyway read and review. constructive criticism is fine but leave a flame and I'll point Trevor your way