Disclaimer: I do not own anything featured in this story. The characters belong to their respective owners or distributors. The story belongs to Paul Dini, Alan Burnett, Michael Reaves, and Martin Pasko.
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Goth-Toon City's impressive skyline was alight like Las Vegas, all the major entertainment and business epicenters were at work plying their trade. At the center of this was the casino Mecca, the Bijou Casino, run by Anthony D'Amico. To those in the know, however, Anthony D'Amico was the notorious mobster, Fat Tony, one of the kings of the Goth-Toon underworld. A large man with a nasty temper and history of carrying out the contracts he put on those stupid enough to cross him, he was able to operate with impunity in a city to afraid to touch him. Well, within the law anyway.
He opened the suitcase on the long table that was surrounded by his most loyal henchmen, Legs, Louie, Frankie the Squealer, and Johnny Tightlips. Inside of the suitcase was a hundreds of dollars in counterfeit 100 dollar bills. Louie seized one of the hundred dollar bills and examined it.
"Gee, Tony," he said, "I can barely tell the difference."
Fat Tony smiled arrogantly. "You'd need one of them neuron microscopes. It's letter perfect, right down to the beginnings Yosemite Sam's mustache."
He shut the case; his henchmen knew it was time to get down to business.
"I want the first half of this distributed through the casino by the end of the week," Fat Tony commanded. "I want the other half running through by the end of the month. By then…"
Before he could finish his order, the skylight exploded, showering the mobsters in glass. They all sprang back as a figure, clad in black, blue, and gray spandex costume, matching cape and cowl, and menacing white eyes, landed in the end of the table. The figure looked up. It was Batduck, the Dark Duck of Goth-Toon City, the scourge of the underworld.
Johnny was the first to react, throwing a left hook at Batduck. The crime-fighting mallard ducked out of the way and leveled the mobster with a quick right cross and uppercut. Louie and Legs drew their guns, only to have Batduck spring into action, launching his duck-a-rangs across the room knocking the guns out of their hands.
The two enforcers didn't have the time to react as Batduck soared through the air, using them as a lauchpad to Fat Tony. The pair ate the carpet as Frankie pulled out his gun, opening fire on Batduck, who quickly ducked under the table.
Frankie unloaded the gun into the table, missing his serpentine target completely. Batduck heard that the gun was empty and pulled the heavy table up, leaping into the air, and using it as a surfboard, crushing Frankie underneath it.
Batduck looked up for his primary target; Fat Tony stared at the crime-fighter, a snarl on his face. He stepped in before turning on his heels and dashing out of the room. Batduck straightened his posture, turning around and leaping on the table again, making sure Frankie was out cold.
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Fat Tony raced through the bridge that connected the casino to the parking garage. Not even Batduck was fast enough to catch up with him now.
"Anthony D'Amico!" a deep, almost demonic voice called out.
Fat Tony wheeled around, gun drawn.
"Batduck!" he shouted.
The parking garage was soon filled with smoke. The overweight mobster tried to wave the smoke away from his eyes, but it was no use, the smoke was overwhelming him. Tony dashed out of the smoke, the shadow cast upon his large gut.
Tony looked up to see the new figure stepping out of the shadows. He opened fire, unloading the magazine into the figure. The figure did not fall.
"Anthony D'Amico," the demonic voice said again, "your angel of death awaits."
Instead of the Batduck, a new, more ominous character entered the scene. This one was terrifying figure wearing a black and gray costume complete with a billed mask resembling the Grim Reaper's face if the harbinger of death was a duck. From a distance, this new entrant could be confused for the Dark Duck.
"You ain't the Duck!" Fat Tony snarled, swinging the gun over his head.
The Angel of Death reacted faster, slicing the gun in half. Fat Tony stumbled backward.
"Who are you?" he cried. "What'd you want?"
"I want you, Tubby," the so-called Angel of Death rose his arm, a sharp metal claw aimed at the heavyset mobster's head.
The figure was about to strike when the screeching sound of car engine threw caused him to turn around. By the time the wannabe killer turned his attention back to Fat Tony, the mobster was racing toward his car.
Fat Tony got to his car, throwing the briefcase into the passenger seat. He looked up to see his assailant moving toward him slowly, a fog of smoke following him. Was this a sign this thing was from the other side? Honestly, Fat Tony didn't give a damn what it was, he just wanted to get away from it.
The mobster started the car, pressing his foot as hard as he could on the gas pedal, the harbinger still moving a snail's pace. Just as Fat Tony was about to hit pay dirt when the thing leapt into the air, landing on the hood and swinging his claw at Fat Tony, shattering the windshield.
The fat mobster turned the wheel as the hook came at him again, throwing the harbinger to the ground. Fat Tony spotted that he had leveled the creature before he u-turned and barreled down on his attacker.
"This time I've got you now, you son of a-" he never finished his statement as the creature vanished into the fog.
The fog blinded the gangster as he moved through the smoke. By the time he cleared the smoke, he realized he was in trouble.
"Oh sh-" he rasped.
Fat Tony D'Amico's car crashed through the concrete wall guard and crashed through the window of the Bijou. He opened his eyes.
"Ha, they said the Springfield Special was a firetrap," the injured gangster gloated.
Everyone had told him not to buy this car, simply because it was manufactured in Springfield. All the other cars had burst into flames after so much as a head-on collision. But, not his car. His car was strong. His car was dependable. His car…
'KA-BOOM!' Fat Tony's car exploded, killing the mobster outright.
Batduck had heard the explosion, racing into the parking garage. He crossed over to the shattered wall guard, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the burning car. He did not seem to notice that the explosion had altered the casino patrons, all of whom looked up to the parking garage.
"Look," one man called out, "it's Batduck."
The crowd began to murmur over what this might mean for their city and it's supposed protector. Batduck turned away from the scene, spotting the shattered gas that, no doubt, came from the now-deceased Fat Tony's car.
He picked up a piece of glass and saw something that seemed out of place for the shard. He placed it in his utility belt, whipping his head up instinctively, spotting the possible assassin at the stairwell of the parking garage. Batduck took off after the killer, who disappeared from sight.
The Dark Duck had a feeling that this wasn't the end of what he had stumbled on. He looked back at the destroyed section of the parking garage, the police sirens turned up full-blast. No, this wasn't the end. It could very well be the beginning.
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A/N: And chapter one of my favorite Batman movies is complete. For those of you who don't know the story of Batduck. I hope you guys enjoy reading this because I had a lot of fun writing it. I'd love to hear what you guys think of it.