Gotham City Police Department
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TESTAMENT AS ACCORDING TO—
Francis Miller
Monday 6th August, 2012
At sundown was when we planned to infiltrate City Hall Bank. It was the rare times when the banks had a sloppy security team. Our window of opportunity was small. A few minutes in and out.
Took a drill and a decrypter, cracked the safe and made off with six point five million bucks and made off as fast as we could.
We never wanted to be crooks, but when you live in the Narrows, when you got you rich folk, you powerful one percenters out there, pushing us down like that, of course there'll be shit rising up from the stinker. I know my older brother. Me, I'm a do what you have to kinda guy, even if it aint right. As long as I can provide for my family, that's enough to wipe my hands clean of blood with…Fuck…Lynn's gonna kill me.
But Bob…he's always been a wimp. He's older by three years but he's still a freaking kid, living in a fantasy world of rainbows and heroes. He's always been the do-gooder. Hates lying, hates stealing…dude, I even had to stop that guy from leaving a not in that vault that said "Sorry, we'll pay you back", he's a fucking idiot.
Me, people like me, we're the aftermath of what you guys throw away.
Anyway…I got the access code for the seventh vault…don't ask me why or how…I've already forgotten. Anyway, we got the cash; I believe there was over six million that we took from you guys. The plan was to bust our way outside from the front, boss gave me some C-4 and would be waiten for us there…when he was a no show, we decided on topside. But like…where were we gonna go? I said why don't we jump it, you know, like bad asses and just jump to the other rooves.
That was when he showed up. Appeared out of nowhere and just stared at us. I heard what they say about him on the streets. What De Santos says about him…They're all right. He was a fucking beast. Last week me and Dantes were in a gang war…not participating, mind you. We were in the apartment on Fleets, there were like dozens on the streets, all armed and firing.
Then the Bat showed up and he was wasten on both sides—White Supremacist gang and Raymond's crew. He was disappearen, shadow to shadow, throwing them across the road…fuck, it was a bloody massacre.
So we were careful, well, I was. Bob was flinchy, he shot at him first. I didn't think he had it in him. He shot the Batman a couple of times.
Look….it was only cash. Stuff I doubt those rich guys would miss if we took a couple. No excuse of course but still. It wasn't something to beat us up over.
The Batman's bad. From my reckoning we were lucky to come out of it alive. I still can't believe we lived through that, and what was my big brother doing, standing there like a little kid, defenceless. He took our guns, when we took out our knives, damn…He down right fucked us up. Couldn't get the damn blade to eve touch him, he was like fucking smoke.
Anyway, he managed to knock me out cold. Woke up tied to Bob on the side of the streets and here we are. God my brother's a fucking moron…I don't think I could trust that guy again…But I guess I know why…
Det. : Okay, Mr Miller, what about your boss? Tell us who hired you, why and where he could find him and you and your bro get off scotch free.
Sorry, man, but I don't ask questions. He leaves me a folder with plans and maps, even four grand for incentive. Apart from that…everything's need to know.
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TESTAMENT AS ACCORDING TO—
Robert A. Kane
Monday 6th August, 2012
I never wanted to be a criminal. I never wished to be like him, like dad. Perhaps it's that, or maybe it's just all of my bad decisions and mistakes that sorta stacked up. The Narrows, they're bad, I know it don't excuse anything, but when we start thinking no one cares about us, doesn't take long before we believe they won't care what we do.
I've never stolen a thing in my life and I really didn't intend to. But my younger brother, I thought he was right, I believe every single thing he tells me, always have. He said that it would help me, he said that it would help mom, it would help Jane…my daughter.
We went in, the security systems were offline—don't know why and Frank didn't care. We went in, quietly, he had the combination…not sure how, we got in and took as much cash as we could get our hands on. And to be honest, I sorta lost myself…I mean we saw all that cash and… I don't know, it just…took me. I hadn't seen so much cash before.
We got everything we needed and bolted out of there. At first we tried the front door…I mean why not, right. But it was Frank who told me had planted four bombs on the doors. They exploded of course and he dragged me out. I was still truthfully scared.
We heard sirens coming so we decided to go up the fire escape. We got up but obviously, we were stuck. That was when I said we should try jumping across rooftops.
That was when the Batman showed up. He dropped down from the skies, his eyes were white, glowing. He was covered in the shadows. Yeah…I was afraid.
We both took out our guns. It was reflex, I shot first but I have to admit my aim wasn't good. I missed him, or he dodged I can't remember. Anyway…he threw some sort of knife or something, knocked the guns right out of our hands.
Once we were unarmed, Frank pulled out a knife…I was so stupid, I did the same. By that point we were just winging it. I just needed to follow my little brother—fucked up right. He was waiting for me to make the first strike, but I froze so he did. Frank tried to take on the Batman but the guy was faster than him, dodged every one of Frank's hits like it was nothing.
Then he punched Frank in the jaw, sending him to the floor. After I got my gun back I just stood there, probably looking dumb. I didn't know what to do. Frank kept yelling at me, telling me to just hit him. He told me to get him. I held the gun up, aimed it at the Batman and he did nothing but stand there. He didn't even look like he was going to do anything. But I saw it in his eyes. He wasn't going to do anything…I think he wanted me to.
It was like he was giving me a choice then and there, telling me that I could either pull the trigger and go down in history as a murderer…or I could not. I lowered the gun again. Frank was furious, called me a fucking traitor, a wimp, a fucking pussy for doing it to him. It was painful and I know he'll never forgive me for it.
Frank's never really seen things my way. But I know Frank. Everything he does is for his own family—his wife Lynn, daughter Anna, everything, even for our folks. Me… I want my baby to grow up with morals, with good morals. Dad taught us that confessing your problems with those you love, it makes things easier because you're not alone, and you're not fight against people who want to find out.
So now…I have a confession to make though.
Det. : What is it?
Me and my bro, what we did was bad, I know that. Even so, we wouldn't have agreed to do so were it not for the circumstances we were both in. That in my opinion was what made us attractive to guys like Carmine Falcone. He came to Frank about a month ago, asked him to pull this heist.
Det. : Why?
…He wants the Russians off his turf. It was meant to be a ruse. The robbery, the explosion…we were meant to be a successful distraction. They said it was all good, that I wouldn't get in trouble…that he had people inside the…
Det. : (Sigh) That's unfortunate, Mr Kane, very unfortunate. (Locks door, covers camera, turns off the microphone)
BANG!...BANG!…
