"Dolphins? We are mounting an attack on an island fortress on the
back of dolphins?" This was the third time Wolverine had asked this series
of questions. And he got the same response out of Batman. Nothing.
Aquaman and his fishy friends had come through.sort of. Turns out there
were some dolphins in the area, and upon hearing that there was a man who
could communicate with fish, came into the bay to investigate. Aquaman was
more than happy to converse with them, and ask them a little favor. That
was how the Dark Knight Detective and the former assassin, foul mouthed
Wolverine were living every 8 year old girl's dream to ride on the backs of
dolphins.
Slowly but surely the dolphins brought the Dark Duo to their destination. Upon getting on the rock crest, the two looked back at their guides, but they had already gone. The two heroes ran quickly to the wall and looked up. "This is a bit steep for me," Wolverine said as he prepared his claws for a long climb. "But I'll have to be OK."
"We don't have time for that," growled the Batman. "I have a faster way, although I am not looking forward to it."
"What is it Bats?"
"Don't call me Bats. Grab a hold of me."
"Uh.what are you going to do? I really don't know if I want to do that."
"Just grab a hold. The quicker you do this, the faster its done."
"Fine."
Batman reached down and grabbed his grappling gun, while Wolverine timidly grabbed a hold of him. The Dark Knight shot the gun and as the hook caught hold, the pair began to ascend. The two reached the top of the wall in no time. Upon climbing over the wall, they were surprised and surprised by a pair of sentries. Batman delivered a nerve-blocking punch to his sentry's shoulder, and then a chop to the neck, knocking him out. When Gotham's Defender turned, he saw the Canadian over an unconscious guard prepared to delivered the killing blow. "Wait" growled the Batman. As the Wolverine paused, Batman said "No killing, unless absolutely necessary."
"Fine," snarled the Wolverine. "On one condition."
"What?"
"Don't tell anyone how we got over the wall."
"Done."
The Dark Duo made their way down the wall, approaching the office of the Warden. They took out sentries as they passed, and grew increasingly respectful of the other's fighting style. They recognized moves in each other, and filed away those foreign to them for future study and practice. They moved silently, and after both of them having worked with Spiderman recently, they enjoyed the silence. They reached the Warden's office. They were unable to determine who the Warden was before hand, and had determined a plan of action previous to reaching the office. Batman went up on top of the roof, then nodded to Wolverine. Wolverine nodded, counted to three and hit the door. Who he found sitting on the other side of the door truly astonished him.
"TASKMASTER!?!?! What the hell are you doing here?"
"Ah, Wolverine. I expected you. Earlier actually. What took so long? As for what I am doing here, I am a mercenary. They paid me. In cash and certain fringe benefits. But between you and me, I would have done it for free.
"Its no secret that I am one of the greatest hand-to-hand combatants in the world. I can mimic any skill I see, and I should have been able to use that to profit. But you damned heroes always stopped me. I could never win. That's why I started my school and went into the mercenary business. Good pay, and no losing. I leave that to the students.
"But now, with the backing and the people working on this, we CAN'T lose. We won. Just a few more loose ends. Such as you. Now my other payment. I get to keep the weapons of you heroes. Did you know that? Captain America's shield, Hawkeye's arrows, even Thor's hammer. Haven't figured out how to use that yet, but I will. So, how do you want to lose? By which one of your comrades weapons?"
Wolverine smiled and said, "Normally Taskmaster, I would take you up in that offer. But I am on a schedule. You are going down quick. My friend is going to take you out."
"Who, the Spider? I would know if he was here. You came here by yourself. Really, Wolverine, the bluffing is really sad." Taskmaster picked up Captain America's shield and smiled. "Did you know I saw Captain America fight with this? I am as good as he is with it, but you know that. I hear that this shield is made up of tougher metal than your adamantium skeleton. Let's find out." Taskmaster reeled back to let loose, but was startled by the crash of class behind him. Taskmaster paused and that cost him. A dark blur kicked Taskmaster in the back sending him stumbling into Wolverine's non-clawed fist. Taskmaster crumbled at the Canadian's feet, and Wolverine picked up the shield and put it on his pack. He looked at the Bat with a snarl.
"Took you long enough."
"Had to see what he could do. You were fine."
"So now what?"
Batman stepped to the computer station and typed in a few commands, paused and typed a few more. All around the prison, yells and screams began to resound through the walls. Wolverine grinned and Batman walked to the cabinet, grabbing a hammer, a bow and arrows, a bo staff, and a visor. He slung the bow and quiver to his back, put the hammer in his belt, threw the visor to Wolverine, and tested the weight of the bo. "Now, we return your weapons to your friends."
He strolled out, and Wolverine walked and looked in the cabinet. He saw the lone item that the Batman had not picked up and grinned. A deck of playing cards. Wolverine picked them up and said, "I know someone who might need these. But that Cajun owes me.
Slowly but surely the dolphins brought the Dark Duo to their destination. Upon getting on the rock crest, the two looked back at their guides, but they had already gone. The two heroes ran quickly to the wall and looked up. "This is a bit steep for me," Wolverine said as he prepared his claws for a long climb. "But I'll have to be OK."
"We don't have time for that," growled the Batman. "I have a faster way, although I am not looking forward to it."
"What is it Bats?"
"Don't call me Bats. Grab a hold of me."
"Uh.what are you going to do? I really don't know if I want to do that."
"Just grab a hold. The quicker you do this, the faster its done."
"Fine."
Batman reached down and grabbed his grappling gun, while Wolverine timidly grabbed a hold of him. The Dark Knight shot the gun and as the hook caught hold, the pair began to ascend. The two reached the top of the wall in no time. Upon climbing over the wall, they were surprised and surprised by a pair of sentries. Batman delivered a nerve-blocking punch to his sentry's shoulder, and then a chop to the neck, knocking him out. When Gotham's Defender turned, he saw the Canadian over an unconscious guard prepared to delivered the killing blow. "Wait" growled the Batman. As the Wolverine paused, Batman said "No killing, unless absolutely necessary."
"Fine," snarled the Wolverine. "On one condition."
"What?"
"Don't tell anyone how we got over the wall."
"Done."
The Dark Duo made their way down the wall, approaching the office of the Warden. They took out sentries as they passed, and grew increasingly respectful of the other's fighting style. They recognized moves in each other, and filed away those foreign to them for future study and practice. They moved silently, and after both of them having worked with Spiderman recently, they enjoyed the silence. They reached the Warden's office. They were unable to determine who the Warden was before hand, and had determined a plan of action previous to reaching the office. Batman went up on top of the roof, then nodded to Wolverine. Wolverine nodded, counted to three and hit the door. Who he found sitting on the other side of the door truly astonished him.
"TASKMASTER!?!?! What the hell are you doing here?"
"Ah, Wolverine. I expected you. Earlier actually. What took so long? As for what I am doing here, I am a mercenary. They paid me. In cash and certain fringe benefits. But between you and me, I would have done it for free.
"Its no secret that I am one of the greatest hand-to-hand combatants in the world. I can mimic any skill I see, and I should have been able to use that to profit. But you damned heroes always stopped me. I could never win. That's why I started my school and went into the mercenary business. Good pay, and no losing. I leave that to the students.
"But now, with the backing and the people working on this, we CAN'T lose. We won. Just a few more loose ends. Such as you. Now my other payment. I get to keep the weapons of you heroes. Did you know that? Captain America's shield, Hawkeye's arrows, even Thor's hammer. Haven't figured out how to use that yet, but I will. So, how do you want to lose? By which one of your comrades weapons?"
Wolverine smiled and said, "Normally Taskmaster, I would take you up in that offer. But I am on a schedule. You are going down quick. My friend is going to take you out."
"Who, the Spider? I would know if he was here. You came here by yourself. Really, Wolverine, the bluffing is really sad." Taskmaster picked up Captain America's shield and smiled. "Did you know I saw Captain America fight with this? I am as good as he is with it, but you know that. I hear that this shield is made up of tougher metal than your adamantium skeleton. Let's find out." Taskmaster reeled back to let loose, but was startled by the crash of class behind him. Taskmaster paused and that cost him. A dark blur kicked Taskmaster in the back sending him stumbling into Wolverine's non-clawed fist. Taskmaster crumbled at the Canadian's feet, and Wolverine picked up the shield and put it on his pack. He looked at the Bat with a snarl.
"Took you long enough."
"Had to see what he could do. You were fine."
"So now what?"
Batman stepped to the computer station and typed in a few commands, paused and typed a few more. All around the prison, yells and screams began to resound through the walls. Wolverine grinned and Batman walked to the cabinet, grabbing a hammer, a bow and arrows, a bo staff, and a visor. He slung the bow and quiver to his back, put the hammer in his belt, threw the visor to Wolverine, and tested the weight of the bo. "Now, we return your weapons to your friends."
He strolled out, and Wolverine walked and looked in the cabinet. He saw the lone item that the Batman had not picked up and grinned. A deck of playing cards. Wolverine picked them up and said, "I know someone who might need these. But that Cajun owes me.