Gotham City Bank
Richard Daniel flips through the paper at his desk.
"Mob boss set free! City cries outrage!"
Carmine Falcone. Great. As soon as he can walk he will be walking back into my world. And with my hands dirty from his previous favors, I will be in no position to argue, Richard thought. Suddenly, the door flew open.
"Nice to see you Richard."
Falcone saunters through the office and plops himself down into an empty chair. He doesn't even blink as he burns a hole into the bank president.
"How did you manage that?" Richard says holding up the paper to Falcone's face, "I can't even imagine what you had to go through to be here."
"Let's just say that not all things have changed," declared Falcone. Falcone looks around and lowers his voice, "I need your help."
"With what! The police took most of your money, but I know you have it stashed somewhere else, no doubt," spat Richard, hoping the use of his big voice would intimidate Falcone.
But he doesn't even flinch. "Exactly, but my stashing place is becoming a nuisance to keep secret. I need to hide it here for the time being," said Falcone.
"Why would I help you? What is in it for me?" inquired Richard, gripping on his chair as if holding on for dear life.
"Protection."
"From who?"
"From me!" With that, Falcone pulled out a gun and aims it right at Richard. Richard gulps down the large pain in his throat.
Richard finds balance on his chair, "Fine, but understand that it will be only a matter of time before you and your money are found out. You can't hide from the past."
"I can and I will," stated Falcone as he strode towards the door.
Soon.......I will come......Soon.......it will be my time.........Soon
Gotham Airport
So many memories, so many, thought Selina Kyle. Why am I here? Why relive the past? I know why, she thought pulling her bags close. My mother's necklace.
It was shipped to me from an unknown source. The only person who could have had it was her killer.
Her killer, my mother's killer.
Rage clouded Selina's head. She became dizzy and had to steady herself. The only people who could understand her pain was her family. What was her family without her mother? For 4 years, her family had been the boarding school she insisted on going to.
To get away, she thought, tears brimming her eyes.
Then, it was everywhere for the past 7 years. She found out what it was like to be a criminal, when she had no one. Then she was taught how to be the best criminal, the criminal that is stealth and hides through the night. That life saved her. She learned how to be a survivor. That took her mind off of everything. But in an instance it was back. The necklace. My mother's necklace.
What would they say, her family? My brother? My father? My family was notorious in Gotham. She left on bad terms. Mother was gone; they needed glue to hold them together. Selina didn't want to be the woman behind the operation. Her mother had died doing that.
A mob hit. Maroni, Maroni was all her father had said after he found her. Her pained face still haunts me, she thought. That night was a blur for years, but slowly as she got older, the pieces started to fall into place like it just happened. The more she remembered, the more the horror movie that was that night played constantly in her head. She had to block the madness out. And she had for a while, until that package came. Now she wondered, as she stepped off of Gotham airlines, what was pulling me back after all these years and was it going to cost her everything?
