Dexter takes on Gotham
December 24th 2015 22:30. The streets of Gotham are empty. All except for a truck delivering weapons. The truck drove to its destination. It pulled up into an alley way. The drivers got out and walked to the back of the truck. One of them opened the truck revealing the weapons. "They all there?" Asked a voice. The men turned around and saw a man emerge from the shadows. The man stood there waiting for a response. "Well?" He asked.
"Yes Mr Two-face." Said one of them.
Two-face stared at him. "Good." He said. He walked towards the truck. One of the men passed him a sub machine gun. "Not bad." Said Dent. "Let's see the bat stop me now." Said Dent. He looked up at the goon in the truck. He aimed the gun and blasted the goon away. The goon fell to the ground.
"What the hell Face?!" Said the other goon. Dent aimed the gun at him.
"Better make sure you answer my questions right away if you don't want to end up like your friend over there." Threatened Dent. Suddenly a noise came from behind Dent in the alley way. Dent turned around but saw nothing. He turned back to the goon. "Take these to the hideout." He ordered. The goon agreed. He closed the truck door and got in the front. He drove off. Two-face turned to the noise. He walked down the alley way. He heard a door open and close. "Not so stealthy bat." Said Dent. He walked towards the door. He opened the door and walked in. He aimed the gun. He walked around. "Come on Bats!" He yelled. "Don't bother hiding." Suddenly a figure emerged from the shadows. It wasn't Batman. The man snuck up on Dent holding a needle. Once he approached him he got up and jabbed Dent in the neck with the needle. "Son of a bitch." Said Dent. Before he could say anything else the man covered his mouth with his hand. Dent tried to fight back but the man had him over powered. Dent passed out.
"Night." Said the man. An hour later Two-face woke up. He was tied to a table with cling wrap. He had been stripped. He couldn't move. The room around him was covered in plastic as well. He had stuffing in his mouth so he was unable to talk. He looked around as much as he could. He saw photos of people on the plastic.
"Look familiar?" Said a voice. Dent looked behind him and saw the man who grabbed him. He was wearing black pants and a brown long sleeve shirt and wearing gloves. "All of your victims." Said the man. "All 457 of them." He walked around the table. "It's more than I'm used to but I managed to get it." He grabbed a knife off his table. He held a scalpel in his other hand. He reached over and cut Dents non burnt cheek. He scooped a bit of blood onto the scalpel on put it on a glass slide. He put another slide on top to contain the blood. He put the slide down as Dent watched. Dent gave a muffled scream. "Did you say something?" Asked the man. He walked over and removed the stuffing from his mouth. Dents mouth was dry.
"Screw you!" Yelled Dent. The man put his hand over his mouth.
"Shh." He whispered. "Scream again and I'll remove your tongue. Dent starred at him. The man removed his hand. Dent remained quiet. "Good." He said. He walked around. "Go on." He said. "Ask."
Dent starred at him until. "Who the hell are you?!" He said. The man smiled.
"That's none of your business." He said. "Let's just say I'm the guy who's going to rid this city of your kind." The man held the knife in his hand. "My Christmas gift for this city. He walked over to Dent head.
"What are you doing?" Asked Dent. "I'm going to gut yo..." Dent was cut off by the the man putting the stuffing in his mouth. Dent kept screaming muffling. The man walked to the side of the table. He held the knife in both hands. He lifted it above his head. "Merry Christmas Gotham." Dent was screaming. The man stabbed Dent in the chest with the knife. Dean yelled. The screams started dying. Dents eyes went lifeless. He was dead. The man removed the knife out of his chest. He walked to his table and grabbed a meat cleaver. "Better to get to work." He said to himself. The man started hacking at his body. A few hours later the man walked out of the building carrying trash bags. He stuffed the bags in the trunk of his car. He got in the car and drove off. He drove to Gotham pier. He got the bags out of his car making sure not to get caught. He walked on the pier to a boat with the words "Slice of Life" on it. He placed the bags in the boat and started it. He took the boat out into the ocean. After a while he stopped. He turned the boat off. He got up and walked to the edge of the boat. He turned and picked up the bags. One by one he chucked them in the ocean. He picked up the last bag. The bag split and Harvey's head fell out. "Shit." Said the man. He walked to the front of the boat and grabbed another trash bag. He walked to Dents head and picked it up. "Time to go somewhere you'll never hurt anyone again." He put the head in the bag. He tied the bag up and tossed it in the ocean. He looked down at where Dents head landed. He saw blood on the ground. "Damn." He said.
