ANY HEALTH PERKS?
DISCLAIMER: Vinnie and Brenda belong to me. Nothing else.
AN: Decided to just do three today because there are quiet a few more to go. Enjoy! Read & Review please.
Vinnie slammed the front door to his small kitchenette apartment. Riddler was a goldarned fool in a Versace suit. He kicked off his mud-covered boots at the door and plodded towards the kitchen in search of a bag of frozen something to act as an icepack for the nasty bruise forming on his forehead. After finding a bag of breaded okra, he poured himself a generous shot glass of whiskey and sat down at the single-chaired table.
He grumbled petulantly to himself. He'd known Riddler was a frigging headcase. It was Gotham after all. Who wasn't nuts? But he'd thought the fool would at least not be like crazy, crazy. He only spoke in riddles. All the time. Who had that kind of commitment? He had to get out before he broke the terd's neck like a twig. So, he'd sniffed around for another criminal kingpin's number: Two-Face.
He drew out his phone—screen still cracked—and typed out his message. 'Hey Mr. Two-Face, I'm looking for a new crew. Are you hiring random henchmen right now? You can call Riddler as a reference.' He sent the message.
He'd finished off his glass of whiskey and had just turned off his pot of puttanesca pasta when his phone dinged. He took off his apron, hanging it aside, and walked to the table to retrieve the device.
He read the message: 'I can never get a straight answer from that guy. But I do need some muscle. You're hired.'
He smiled in relief, wincing at the ache in his jaw he'd acquired from one of Robin's vicious roundhouse kicks last week. 'Wait a sec. You have dental?'
The response came just after he'd fixed his bowl of pasta. 'No. You want dental, you're going to have to join the Joker's crew.'
His eyes widened a fraction at the answer. Really? 'Joker's henchmen have dental?' Maybe that's why the clown never had a shortage of employees. Heck dental charges were frigging highway robberies in disguise.
He stuffed a forkful of noodles into his mouth, savoring the sauce and flavorings. He washed it down with wine. He glanced down when his phone dinged. He picked it up, reading the message.
'Of course! Have you seen that guy's smile? That junk is beautiful.'
He put the phone down, mind racing. His gaze idly shifted over the quaint furniture decorating his apartment. Was he willing to become part of Joker's crew just for dental perks? He thought for a moment before deciding to run it by Brenda later.
FIN
Yes! He finally made that love connection with Brenda. Honestly I would join the Joker just for dental insurance.