Russell Madison drives up to his newest hotel in Ketamine on his 1955 red, Starfire Oldsmobil
Under the pale moonlight, where a valet awaits for the billionaire gets out.
"You know, it is kind of strange driving yourself around. I'll stick with the cab next time. Don't want them to become an endangered species." Stepping out of his own luxurious vehicle, the billionaire, stops, to wave everyone behind the ropes before entering the hotel. Back of his mind though, Russell couldn't help on how this is different than being his alter ego.
"Of course not, Mr. Madison. But if I may say so, thank you for hosting the event tonight."
With the tuxedo wearing valet opening the door for the well to do business man, Russell exits his vehicle wearing a black penguin suit as well, with bright green bow tie that matches the hotel owner eyes color, and glasses that matches his tux. "It is my pleasure." With a fake smile, Russell tucks his short, dark brown hair back with his fingers, and walks through the double doors of his newest hotel.
"Russell? I mean, Mr. Madison; my apology, I came here as quickly as I could." Running towards the other side of the door, an uncoordinated photographer with an old fashioned Canon camera that looks like it could be handed down to him by his father, stumbles into the puzzled addressed man, "Sorry again. I mean hello, my name is El, El, El,,"
Stepping forward is another man wearing a red suit, tie, a salmon color undershirt, and jet black dress shoes that matches his eyes and slick back, black hair, "His name is Elmer, Elmer Kelly,"
"Well, it is no wonder he got tongue tied; he must of swallowed some glue." Grinning to himself, the well trimmed, bearded billionaire reached out his hand, "It looks like you two know me; Elmer more than you apparently."
Reaching out his pale, ghost like hand, the gentleman shook Russell's.
The freezing cold, hand exits the mysterious man through the billionaire's body. "My name is Cypress Galaxy, and I am a journalist for, Ketamine Eye. Elmer is my photographer," With chills running down his spine, Russell shuts his green eyes briefly to sense any souls looming in. An ability he has been more curse than bless; according to him that, but knows without it; he would be able to keep his city and loves one safe.
Tucking in Russell's suit is his mystic weapon, a bo staff which lives multiple souls whom he can trust, and allows him to watch out for any foreseeable danger, "This guy is cold as ice."
"Guys, don't make me break into a song," Mumbling under his breath, this soul hearer is able to talk to the dead, and place the mischievous souls back into their rightful place, "This is not the time."
"Excuse me?" Able to hear, Galaxy raises an eyebrow, "Were you addressing me or someone else?" Shifting his eyes back to the journalist, Russell adjusted his bow tie as if nothing were just to happen.
"Actually I was," Grinning wider than before, the nervous in the inside host, ignores the chattering souls to ask him one simple question, "Tell me, Galaxy. By any chance your parents were hipsters, and if so; do you they what the fox says? I am still trying to figure that one out."
"Well," clearing his throat, Cypress kept his cool, "while you do that I want to ask you something more Peyote related. Since that is your hometown, right?" Nodding obviously, the wicked journalist coiled out a smile just as wicked, "It is about, Whisper. You two are close, no?"
"Close? Define, close." Changing his own demeanor as well, Russell eyes closely, "If you are defining my sexual orientation based on being close then no. I am already have a transgender boyfriend whom I love dearly. Besides, me being a, 'fan boy' is over. That is unless a new hot boyband comes along; then that's a whole different story." Pucking up his rose shape lips, the daffy billionaire throws a curveball back at Cypress, "Why? Did you you hear anything? You are a journalist after all."
Flabbergasted, the cold demeanor of the journalist turns his back, "I will get back to you on that, Mr. Madison, Elmer and I have work to do. But of course I will let you know if there one." Barking at his fellow employee, the wise crack billionaire was able to bite his time.
"So I see you are still at it." Turning his head around quickly, Russell notices a darker, but smoother voice coming through the entrance, "Tell me though, what does the fox say?" Taking a sip of the alcohol drink which is being served by an entire female employees whom are all wearing tuxedoes.
Surprised, the hotel chain owner of, Madison Citadel hugs his old childhood friend from Gotham City, "Bruce! Bruce Wayne, you actually made it. So, I guess bachelors can have a night off after all."
Overhearing the name, Cypress walks back gingerly to overhear the conversation between the two men, "Cypress, I really don't like this. Don't you think there is a fine line between journalist and snooping?" Worried, Elmer hands starts to shake and sweat whose odor is matching closely to that of his anxiety.
"Quiet you," tugging the nervous photographer back by his collar and points at those two, "don't you think Russell is quite the oddball?"
"Why? Because he managed to be best friends with Gotham's richest man?" Placing his hand over his face, the stern journalist, groans quietly to himself.
"Just take a picture of them hugging each other, damn it." Snapping the picture, Elmer takes multiple shots of the two reacquainted with one another once again, "The press will love this." Gloating, Cypress holds his hands high, "Gotham's Sexiest Bachelor Secret Double Life."
"But we can't say that he is," Fumbling the words, Elmer starts to once again stutter, "g,g,g,g,gay!" Quickly covering Kelly's mouth, the man in red suit looked back the best friends who are still talking. "Russell already said he is gay."
"I must say Russell, this one almost looks better than in Peyote." Pointing out the golden Crome design, of the Greek architecture and artwork inspired design, Bruce walks further inside the building with Russell following closely behind. "But there is one thing that is missing."
Trying to keep up, the two employees were halted by two large security guards who are standing in front of them, "And you guys are?" The large one on the right inquiring while the other one holds his hand; waiting for a press pass to be shown.
The two guards look like an eclipse both size and color wise. With a firm, tough, rugged stature, "We are with, Ketamine Eye. My name is Cypress Galaxy and this is my photographer, Elmer Kelly."
Both guards look at each other, then back at the two men, "Are you new or something?"
"Yeah, because we have never of your names or newspaper before."
"Oh, really?" Looking deep into the eyes of both men, Cypress eyes change into that of a cat like that's on a prowl; dark, large, and wide. As he begins to hypnotize both guards into a deep trance, "Tell me now, have you heard of us now?"
The guards awaken from their trance as if nothing happened, "Oh, of course, Mr. Galaxy! How could we have forgotten about you. It must of been we were drinking too much."
"Yes, that what it was," Rolling his dark, malevolent eyes, Cypress continues with his plan, "Great, now these brain dead, fools are reminding me of Kelly."
Mumbling under his breath, the photographer looks up at the journalist, "Wh, Wh, Wh, when are you going to re-re-re-release more of it." Quickly snatching his lips, Cypress eyes glow pitch black
""If you don't shut up, I'll pour it on...you." Grinning at the thought, the two men went to the bathroom while Madison and Wayne looks over to them with a strange and inquiring minds of the two.
"I think I will wait here," looking around, Russell's green eyes glow to a bright green. "Forgot, these guys had no souls, but I want to know why."
Already deep in thought, Wayne among the others started to take their seats, "Hey Mr. Madison," placing a large hand on the billionaire's slightly build shoulder, one of the brainwashed security guard greets his boss, "I think you should take a seat too; the event is going to start soon."
"Funny, his aura is a lot different from before," With his still shut, Russell smiles at himself, "Before I do so, answer me this. Does it still piss you off when I question this, what does the fox say?" Able to sense that of the same aura that Cypress has, Russell knew it was the same man as before, "What, no answer; or is it your Googling it?"
Opening his eyes, Russell sees the largely build guard, "Mr. Madison? Is there a problem?"
Blinking, the hero known as Whisper is dumbfounded by what has just happened, "No. I am going to take a seat. But check out the men's restroom, and report to me if you see anything." Holding his head as he were to have a hangover, Russell is almost certain there's suspicious activity going on. But without able to sense any souls inside Cypress' body; it is a dead end for the hero's time being.
"Well?" Coming out of the hotel's hallway to behind closed doors, Bruce Wayne is brushed off by his childhood best friend as he stood firm, and is ready to present the first award of the evening, "What? No witty comeback? No, song reference?"
"Everyone's afraid of their own life. If you could be anything you want. I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?" Staring at the people whom he sees in front of, Russell coldly looks at his friend through the thin lens frame glasses with a lower voice.
"Is this about being what you call normal?" Knowing that he himself is powerless superhero, Bruce raises his eyebrows, and looks in a calm demeanor, "You do know that..."
"Yes, I know, and I am spoiled."
"Hah! You just realized this." Smirking to himself, Bruce and Russell looks at the people dressed as equally important as themselves, "But no, that isn't what I was going to say." Walking away, Gotham's billionaire walks away to give the award, "Just know this, just because you don't have superpowers does not make you useless, or a great superhero. Even I, a mortal have a weakness."
"Yeah. Going broke." Taking off his glasses, Russell clicks his tongue while leaning them by using his tuxedo, "Easy for him to say. He never had any. I was born with them. Plus he doesn't have a comic book series or anyone writing his own diary of himself."
"Oh, and Russell; I know you're mocking me so stop it. You're not the only one dealing with struggles inside and out." Adjusting his bow tie, Wayne walks his way to crowd with a voluptuous tan skin woman, light blue evening gown, Native American influence style earrings, and moccasins who has an envelope in hand to award the winner who gives Madison a playful wink.
"Midnight Jo?" Mumbling under his breath, Russell puts his glasses back to have a double take, but senses the howling, wild, and free spirited soul inside of her, "Damn, it is her." Winking at Russell again, the Native American puts her arms around his best friend to give out the award. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be giving hell to somebody else?"
Putting her index finger on her cheek, Midnight Jo lowers it down to make look like a tear is coming down.
"They always say, A leading actor is only good as his co-star."
"Well of course, Bruce. Or even superheroes are only as good as their sidekicks since they are the ones whom train them."
"Then let them fly off, and leave the nest. Just like this actor; who comes from three generations of show business. From his grandmother's silent days as a child star to become a star his own rights." Smiling at Gotham's billionaire, the Shaman Native American woman slowly opens the envelope to reveal the name, "and this year award goes to,"
With a deranged pale face, purple eyes, red and pink hair, a one piece latex suit, gloves, and boots. The mad man, with a crown on his head takes the trophy away, "Oh? Was this for me? Why thank you so kindly, but my name is, Kosmo Prince. That is Kosmo with a K. Since you know, C is for cunts; like you!" Laughing maniacally, Kosmo Prince runs off like a penguin. "Tootles, noodles!"
"What the hell?" Reaching out for his mystical, wooden, bo staff from inside his suit jacket which can extend its length, Russell looks around his surroundings; hearing the screams and footsteps of the people bolting out of the hotel. "Does every town need a Joker?"
"Don't just stand there Russell! Change now!" Barking at his best friend, the billionaires run off to the back room as Midnight Jo goes up in smoke like the mysterious woman she is.
"Souls of the underworld, hear my call, and aid me so together we can fight as one!" With a twirl, the handsome billionaire, changes his appearance to a meek, long brown hair, heavily wearing mascara around his green eyes, wearing socks with sandals, long black trench coat, fingerless gloves, red bandana around his neck, and white tshirt, "Together we are, Whisper!"
Already suited up now as Batman, the Dark Knight takes a single look, "Took you long enough. Now enough showboating; we have to stop one of your messes."
"Ours? We do not even know the guy!"
"Wait, so you don't even know him?" Shaking his head, the two knew it was best to make little conversation, and to go after them.
"Hur,hur,hurry fellas! So I can brag to the world that I took out two of the greatest heroes! Ba, ba, ba, Batman and Wh, Wh, Wh, Whisper!" Laughing in a demented tone, Kosmo Prince is dashing away with the trophy in hand. Jumping on top of the rooftop in a single bounce, the freak stops abruptly when he sees a black shadow in a shape of a cat, "Wh, wh, wh, wh, are you?" Without saying a word, the mysterious shadow takes out a whip, and snatches the stolen trophy from Kosmo Prince, "Hey! Gi, gi,gi,gi, give that back! I stole that first!"
Without saying a word, the incognito silhouette makes a dash, but is quickly halted by The Dark Knight and Soul Sleeper, "Hold it right there." Giving the orders, Batman walks pass the stammering freak to get a close up of shadow. Able to recognize the figure out right away, the World's Great Detective grabs a hold of it, "Selena thanks. Whisper and I will take it from you."
"Wait! You know that faceless monster!?" Dumbfounded, Batman is still facing backside from the silhouette as Whisper notices something is off too. "And they say I am, I am, I am kr-kr-krazy!"
"Batman wait! I am sensing that its soulless." Turning his back, The Dark Knight looks at Whisper who has the ability to sense anything with a soul inside.
Ignoring his close friends plea, Batman once again calls out for Selina, but this time by her other name; Catwoman. "What's wrong with you, Cat? Don't you remember me? It's me, Bruce." Blinded by a love the billionaire has for Gotham's famous cat burglar, Wayne tries to snap Selina what he believes is in a trance.
"Damn it, Batman!" Shouting it in a British accent due to rage, he charges at his partner, and spears down both down, "I am trying to tell you, you it's soulless."
The silhouette manages to wiggle out of the hold with the trophy still in hand.
