A/N: Back up...Mommy's just had her vodka.
"Now then..." The man spoke in an effortless singsong tone, his voice seeming to linger along subdued laughter. "...is anyone else unaware of this man's location?" This came in that same playful tone as he held out the Joker's calling card to the remaining huddled survivors.
"Well?"
The man slowly sauntered along the line of survivors on their knees, curled on themselves in fear and terror. And his mortal enemy paced behind, the two moving and acting as one.
"What about you, hm?" The man murmured lightly, the sweet benignity of his soft effeminate lilt contrasting the more violent hand that gripped the hair of the next victim, pulling him back up to his knees. "Do you know where he is?" The man asked, holding the card to their face as his captor's expression shaped in horrified befuddlement as to how to answer, their eyes darting to the young woman who had just been executed right in front of their eyes. "Well?"
"I..." The feeble voice of the man's prey stuttered in apprehensive fear.
"Aa!" The man chided sharply, the makings of an absolutely diabolical smile spreading along his delicate lips. "Think carefully over your answer, now." He cautioned almost comically, the masked figure behind him looming ominously...waiting for a response. "Your life quite literally depends on it."
The hostage fell silent under his interrogator's exotic, depthless gaze, fearing the silent executioner behind him. And time itself seem held hostage in this moment at the others looked on. Waiting. The victim's mouth gaped open and shut, nostrils flared as the man's fingers gripped all the more tightly to his hair. The blood spattered angel's expression fell then, the softest of sighs passing through his nose towards his prey's silence before his face contorted entirely into an expression of rage as the back of the gun clutched in his hand became viciously wielded as a weapon.
The man brutally struck his victim to the ground with the butt of his gun, a startling string of gleeful laughter following the sharp gasp of agony as the man turned towards his masked accomplice.
"I must confess," The man trilled happily in his ecstatic jubilation. "after having viewed some of your tasteless American action films, I've always wanted to do that." A long drawn out sigh eased the man's levity as he gave the shake of his head.
"He doesn't know anything..." The man informed the lean figure behind him as horrified eyes widened in alarm.
"Wait!"
But this plea was silenced by the deafening sound as another gun shot rang out. Another body slumped to the floor. Another life gone. And this time, there were fewer reactive screams.
...the remaining few were loosing hope that they would survive this...
"...you're not going to get away with this..." A trembling voice rose to just above a whisper in the enveloping silence.
The man's slender form stiffened slightly in response to this inflammatory remark. And his masked companion gave the silent cant of his head. Moving themselves as one down the line, these ruthless wolves descended upon their new prey. Dropping his lithe frame to his haunches again, the man came eye level with this dissenter before roughly gripping the throat that had produced this taunt.
"What did you say..?" This came a threatening dare to speak again, the man's voice laced in genteel civility as he forced a smile.
"...I said..." These words choked along themselves as the man's fingers wrapped just a little tighter around his prey's throat.
"Hm?" The man purred playfully in a sickeningly sweet voice. "I can't seem to hear you."
"...you're not going to get away with this..." The dissenter croaked in a weak, breathless voice. "...when the Joker finds out what you did..." This came an ugly, gasped wheeze. "...he'll come for you..." The soft cluck of the tongue came slowly trailed by the amused pursing of lips.
"Now..." The man lulled in that seductive, velvet voice of his as he held his victim's petulant gaze. "I have no personal interest in this matter..." His delicate lips held an almost lascivious smile. "But knowing my accomplice...I guarantee that he is anticipating exactly that."
And the man's lashes fluttered along the awaited moment as he reveled in the knowledge of what was to come. The soft click of the cocked hammer, and his smile widened as he embraced the ear-shattering sound from behind him. And he felt his victim pushed back and slip from his fingers by the sheer force of the impact from the single bullet. The death blow. And the warm sensation of fresh blood splattered along the sensitive, pale flesh of his face and neck caused an almost obscene giggle to crawl it's way up his throat.
"What's so funny..?" This came cold from behind him as his lashes fluttered open to take in their latest victim.
"Oh, nothing especially..." The man chuckled as he glanced over his shoulder from where he crouched. "It's just that by the end of this I fear you may owe me a new suit."
"So fucking bill me." His masked companion retorted in unamusement through that same frigged tone that could have frozen the very fires of Hell.
"Very well then." He purred with that same wicked smile before his attention was drawn by the manifestation of stifled sobs from one of the remaining women on her knees.
"Even if we tell you where he is..." Tears trailed down her flushed cheeks from lifeless, empty eyes. "...you're not going to let us live..." She choked along another helpless sob as her teary gaze drifted up to the face of this exotic, pale, blood stained angel. "...are you..?" The man's ethereal features became placid for a moment before falling empathetically somber at her words as he gave a small, passive hum.
"I'm afraid not, my dear." He conceded with the light shake of his head before another gunshot rent the air with its sound and her body crumpled to the floor beneath her.
The man gave another, almost doleful sigh before coming to stand once more. Turning towards his companion, the blood spattered angel strode over, an unreadable expression shaping his exotic, Asiatic features.
"I must apologize." He murmured lowly to the masked man. "It seems that, though we have found his hideaway, the one you're searching for is not here..." This came whispered discreetly as the man moved his body enticingly close to his nemesis. "And I doubt with what we have done that these people will be very useful or willing to give him up knowing their own fate." And the faintest nod of agreement was the only response he received.
Placing a consoling hand along his enemy's shoulder before quietly stepping past him towards the door, the man heard three final resounding shots ring out as his masked companion finished the remaining victims, mercilessly bringing their lives to an end.
"What a shame..." The man murmured through the ensuing silence that befell these now lifeless walls. "To have come all this way for not." The man's counterpart wordlessly stalked passed him and out the door, and he gave himself over to a small sigh and the shake of his head.
There would be no living with him now...
The almost childish silent treatment continued as the masked phantom reentered the establishment bearing a gas can in either hand in favor of his firearms. The man's depthless orbs stealthily trailed his arch enemy's every move, his nostrils flaring towards the overwhelmingly offensive odor of gasoline. The smell. The sounds. The sharp splash of the liquid along the corpse littered floor below. The tapping of his companion's business shoes.
Then his nose twitched and crinkled towards another scent entirely.
Languidly sauntering past his busied partner in the almost erotically lascivious movements of his slender body, the man smiled. But this smile was so sinful. So fowl and seductively wicked that it would have brought the devil himself to a blush. Gravitating towards the tattered, bullet ridden bar in the back of the establishment, the man slipped himself behind the counter as a shrill scream pierced the silence and gained the attention of his masked adversary.
Slowly making his exit from behind the bar, the incessant shrieking coming unrelenting behind him, the man drug his claimed prize by her hair along the floor...kicking and screaming. And this spectacle caused his partner to halt his actions as he gave the silent, dubious cant of his head as to how the man had actually discovered her.
"Please..." The man scoffed at his partner's soundless show of disparagement. "Though I may not fancy women..." He spoke through the simper of a smile as the woman continued to scream and struggle on her back against the grip he held on her long raven tresses. "...I know a whore when I smell one."
The woman's screams turned towards desperate pleading sobs, her vibrant cerulean gaze wide and wild as the masked predator stalked towards her and her captor. Dainty, pale features came flushed under her duress as tears trailed themselves down her soft cheeks. Her thin, yet curvaceous body came almost indecently sprawled in display on the floor before this approaching wolf. Yet she struggled to right herself in the confines of her captor's hold and the tight, revealing clothing covering her supple flesh. Fierce desperation coursed through her body as this silent phantom stopped mere inches from her to loom and tower over her. As her blue eyes lifted to hold her ground against this masked individual, feeling the eyes behind the veil leer at her with a level of hostility, the woman felt herself cower and shrink against her captor when this ominous figure moved to lift his mask.
The face revealed to her from behind the mask of tragedy was absolutely beautiful. Truly striking in its captivating appeal. Though seeming to hold just a few more years and far less innocence than the man who continued to grip her hair to hold her still and keep her from fleeing, this man's face was as tragically divine as the mask he had just removed. His raven black hair was casually mussed, tantalizingly begging the woman to run her trembling fingers through it. In startling contrast to the dark, inky hair were his eyes. Light, pale blue. A color that was entirely unsettling and almost disturbing to behold for any length of time. But...they were none the less deeply attractive in their unique quality as he gazed down upon her in cold regard.
"Something wrong?" The man questioned in that soft, effeminate lilt as his counterpart continued to simply stare at the woman in silence. "What seems to be ailing you?"
And the woman felt herself confounded by this question from her captor. Because the one who gazed upon her, though by no means warm in his demeanor, didn't appear to be troubled by much of anything. His face calm and collected with the stoic expression he held. But it seemed that her captor knew something that she didn't...
But before she was given further time to wonder over this question thin lips were parted in a frigid, one word response.
"...her..."
"Hm?" The man gave the cant of his head as dark onyx orbs delved into those of frigid ice.
"This fucking bitch..." His blue eyed companion murmured pointedly in a low, drawn out hiss of venomous disgust. "...reminds me of her." And the man's cherub features shaped themselves in an expression of understanding as he himself gave the faintest nod.
"Mm..." The man gave a passive hum as he roughly manipulated the woman's head by her hair in such a way as to tilt her head back and up so he could take a better look at her. "I suppose this woman does somewhat resemble her." He conceded as those dark, penetrating orbs lingered along her terror stricken face before they returned to his partner once more. "Well. This is...problematic." The man gave the light purse of his delicate lips.
"You think?" This came bit back harshly from thin lips held in a taut line.
"What are you talking about?" The woman's voice manifested in a weak, shaky tenor on the verge of fresh tears as she gained the man's attention away from his accomplice.
"It seems that you bear a likeness to my associate's mother..." The man murmured, an almost strangely passive expression shaping his blood stained face as he gazed down at her through those dark orbs.
And the woman's own features shifted along waves of varying emotions.
Confusion.
Trepidation.
Fear.
Yet something lingering just behind her enchanting cerulean gaze caused the man to openly laugh. The sound of it light and heady as he fell into obscene giggles.
"Oh my, would you look at that!" He exclaimed to his blue eyed partner through his growing amusement. "The poor thing actually believes that this will somehow play in her favor!" The man continued to laugh as he turned his face towards the woman once more. "Believe me, dear." This came playfully coy through the diabolical smirk of a smile. "...your resemblance to this man's mother will do you no good. Nor will it improve your situation." The smile lingering on his lips turned maliciously wicked as his dark onyx gaze thrilled towards the mounting horror etched along her face. "...in fact..." His voice dropped just a it deeper for dramatic effect. "...I'm afraid it will only make things far worse for you." And the woman's terrified gaze fell along the pale eyed predator as he himself began to smile.
