TP Enterprises Gotham Branch
Chapter 3
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Two-Face wasn't happy, then again ever since that fateful day in the courtroom he rarely was. However, today he was especially unhappy. Someone had blown up one of his meth labs and he had a pretty good idea who was behind it. After all there's no way it was a coincidence that not long after the lab was destroyed the three men he sent to shake down a new dealer turned up dead in the river. Half of him wanted to go down to that club and give it the same treatment as the meth lab, but the other half reasoned that would draw too much attention and perhaps his men were too heavy handed.
Like every decision Two-Face made, he flipped his coin. Good side he sent someone less aggressive to try to negotiate with the new dealer, bad side he blows up the club.
Trevor had just woken up on the couch in his office after a night of celebrating his first success against his new business rivals. It was early in the morning so hardly anyone was there. He made himself some coffee for his hangover. Once he was done with it, he exited out the front door he was greeted by a bald man in a suit and glasses. "Hello sir, are you the owner of this establishment" he asked "yeah what of it" Trevor asked.
The man held his hand out "My name is John, Two-Face has sent me to negotiate with you, while he's angry with you for blowing up his meth lab he is aware his men can be rather heavy handed" John explained. Trevor decided to be forward with his terms "alright; I get to operate and not have to pay him and since he wants to be a gentleman, I won't make him eat that precious coin of his" he said bluntly. John was taken aback by Trevor's blatant display of disrespect, especially to one of Gotham's biggest players. "Uh Mr.…" john began "Philips, Trevor Philips" Trevor informed. "Mr. Philips; I'm afraid that's not possible, you are operating in Two-Face's territory."
"And I'm afraid I don't give a shit" Trevor replied. now John was getting annoyed "listen here; it doesn't matter who you think you are, Two-Face runs this part of the city and he won't tolerate some no name dealer fucking with his operations!" John made two mistakes, he lost his temper with a man that has an extremely short fuse and he stuck his finger in in said man's face while yelling at him. Trevor grabbed his hand and pulled his John's arm before bringing his elbow down on it. A sickening crunch was heard, and John screamed cradling his now broken arm after Trevor released it.
"How's that for a counter offer" Trevor growled. John fearfully backed away towards his car, another man inside who had driven him here. "Y-you're going to regret this, Two-Face is going to split you down the middle" John said before getting in his car and being driven to the nearest back alley doctor.
Trevor got a call on his cellphone, he checked the caller ID and saw it was from Sandra "What's up" he asked. "I got some intel on Two-face's operations, I'm sending you some pictures of his biggest earning dealers" she said then hung up.
Trevor then received three pictures. The first was a Hispanic man in his mid-thirties with shoulder length hair, a tattoo of a feathered serpent on his neck, an ear ring on his left ear with a gold skull, and a scar that was most likely from a knife on his right cheek. The next was an Asian man in his late twenties with a buzz cut, tattoos around his lips resembling Oni fangs, and his right eye was a milky white with a scar over it. Finally, was a white man in his mid-fifties with short greying blonde hair, no tattoos, and a necklace with a pendant that resembled a snarling mouth.
Sandra called Trevor back "alright who are these guys" Trevor asked. "The first one is George Corbo, but most people know him as Quetzalcoatl, got the nickname because his favorite thing to do to people that really annoy him is cut their hearts out, he usually operates near the docks. Next is Martin Kurosawa AKA Oni; his favorite method of killing is bashing peoples' brains in with a metal baseball bat that has metal studs hammered in, anywhere in Two-Face's turf there's kids looking to forget their troubles you'll find him. Finally, you've got Mikhail Kuznetsov known as Baba Yaga; fun fact: he had his original teeth replaced with metal ones, figured it would make him more intimidating, you can find him skulking around tourist destinations."
Trevor nodded "anything else you can tell me about these guys" he asked. "well that's all I know about the Aztec wannabe and the witch man but from what I've gathered demon boy is a real scumbag, his favorite targets are desperate teen girls. If they can't pay with money, then they pay with their bodies." This made Trevor think about Tracy, one-time Michael mentioned how he got her off a boat owned by a porn director and how that pathetic washed up celebrity Lazlo tried to get a blowjob from her in exchange for a chance to get on his reality sideshow.
"Where's the little creep live" Trevor growled.
It was ten PM and Trevor looked through a pair of binoculars into Martin's dingy apartment. The predator was watching something on his TV in a tank top and boxers, leaning on the coach next to him was his signature bat. A few minutes later Martin heard a loud knocking on his door, this wasn't unusual since a lot of his customers knew where he lived and would show up when they were desperate for a fix. He got up and began to open the door "that you Trisha, you got my- "he was interrupted when his door was kicked open knocking him to the floor. He looked up and saw Trevor dressed in a black hoodie with the hood up, black pants, black boots, and black gloves.
"Who the fuck are you" Martin demanded as he quickly got up. "someone who's interested in relieving your boss of his position" Trevor answered. Martin slowly backed and Trevor followed equally as slow "you think you can take down Two-Face, you're crazier than he is" He said. "Maybe I am maybe not, who knows but considering what you're target demographic is then I know this will be particularly enjoyable, for me at least not you so much" Trevor replied. Martin reached his bat and held it up threateningly "what those sluts, I don't force them to take my drugs and I don't force them to put out when they can't pay" he said.
"Ohhh you are making this so easy" Trevor growled. He lunged forward but then moved back when Martin swung his bat. "Come on, you come in talking all big but you're afraid of a bat" Martin taunted. Trevor noticed a beer can on the floor in front of him, he kicked it upwards and Martin instinctively flinched when it got near his face. Trevor lunged forward and grabbed a hold of the bat.
They grappled over the weapon with Trevor pushing martin back onto the coffee table, crushing it under their combined weight. Trevor reared his head back and slammed it into Martin's face, he headbutted him two more times and felt the dealer's grip weaken. He wrenched the bat from Martin's hands and stood over him. He could see martin's nose was broken, said dealer was holding his hands up in surrender "o-okay man I get the point; I-I'll stop selling, I'll leave town" he pleaded. "Oh, it's much too late for that Martin."
An hour later the GCPD had the apartment cordoned off. The officers standing guard saluted Commissioner Gordon as he entered, he saw two detectives examining a body. "Montoya, Bullock what've you got" he asked. Bullock responded, "a lot of junkies desperate for a new dealer, a lot of parents relieved that there's one less creep preying on their kids, and one dead scumbag" he said sarcastically "over all Jim I'd say it's a mixed bag." "Funny Bullock how about the crime scene" Jim said evenly. Montoya spoke up this time "it's nasty Commissioner, not the nastiest I've seen but still up there" she said.
Gordon was now standing over the body, he saw the head was caved in and a pool of blood was forming between the legs, the weapon that did the damage was laying nearby, carelessly tossed away. "Whoever did this clearly didn't like the guy, especially his hobby considering his crushed balls" Bullock said. "What do you think Jim; desperate junkie, vengeful parent, rival dealer, or a vigilante that doesn't have the same rules as Batman" Montoya asked. All of those sounded like good possibilities to Gordon "doubt it was Red Hood or Batwoman, they would've just shot the bastard" Bullock added. Gordon nodded at this, Red Hood and Batwoman could be brutal but not this brutal usually.
A few minutes later Gordon went out back for a smoke "we've got a new player Jim" a deep voice called out. He turned and saw Gotham's most famous vigilante: Batman. "you think the tattoo parlor and martin are connected" Gordon asked. Batman nodded "the parlor was a front for a meth lab and Martin was a drug dealer, both were connected with Two-Face" he explained. Gordon hummed at this "you sure it's someone new; could be Thorne, maybe Ivy trying to get another crack at him, or Joker deciding to make Dent the victim of his 'pranks'."
Batman shook his head "Thorne has been quiet lately, and Ivy and Joker may be at large, but they aren't in Gotham" he said. Gordon rubbed his chin "alright I'll see what I can find" he turned and saw Batman was already gone. Gordon sighed "I've never met someone so helpful yet frustrating."
AN: hey everyone sorry for the delay, inspiration is fickle and graces me when it feels like it. Anyway I hope you enjoyed, read, review, constructive criticism but a flame and I'll tell Trevor you were messing with Tracy.