Solitary.
Solitary confinement. Most hated it at Arkham. No light, no freedom, just a dark room suspended in mid air along with many other dark rooms suspended around it.
Danny Hartley, also known as Vendetta. Don't let the name fool you, it wasn't just for show, if anyone had the biggest vendetta in Arkham it would be Danny.
Because of his vindictive nature and aggression towards the other patients, he was permanently kept in solitary. It was too dangerous to let him out, with anyone. Not just for the patient's safety, but for his safety as well.
There were many locked up in Arkham who had a desired score to settle with Danny. One being Nightmare, but that was simply because he was going out with Jester.
Jester and Sorrow.
Danny gripped his knees and glared at the wall he was always facing since the day he was put in here.
Those two names made his blood boil at the mere mention of them.
It wasn't fair they got to still be alive, especially after what they did to him.
Sorrow… whenever she saw him would ignore him or avoid him. Jester on the other hand.. she saved his life the first time he was here, she never spoke to him, just stopped the others from killing him.
He didn't understand why but quite frankly he didn't care.
"Vendetta?"
He paused. Someone had spoke. Someone had called his name.
Quietly he walked over to the bars, his metal parts squeaking and grating against each other. It hurt his ears but.. well there was nothing he could do about that.
He was mostly machine now more then human. A cyborg in other words was what he was.
He glared through the only window there was, metal bars were there blocking his view slightly but he simply saw nothing other then another cell.
"And you are?"
"A concerned citizen."
He saw a figure in the other cell, but it was only a silhouette. Whoever it was though, they were huge and quite frankly he was glad they couldn't get to him considering.
"Why are you talking to me?"
"Because I like your work," the voice admitted. "You're a little messy. Not as clean or refined. Nor are you patient."
"What are you saying?" Danny growled as he griped the bars.
"I'm saying you have a lot to learn about getting revenge against the twins."
"They hardly call themselves twins!" Vendetta yelled as he slammed his hands against the wall of his cell. "They hate each other! But they worked together the last time to beat me! Why?!"
"Because they both wanted the same thing," the voice explained. "They wanted you dealt with and by the looks of your current state they won. Tell me, does the metal hurt?"
"Of course it hurts! The back street job I got from that would be mechanic and robotics ex-wayne industries employee gave me, it was the worst idea I've ever had!"
"I think focusing your rage solely on the Turner twins was your first bad idea."
"What?"
The figure moved again before he could only just see the smile on the face of the man that he was talking to again.
"Why simply pin your rage on only those two? You should point your rage at the rest in this society. The rest of Arkham's inhabitance. Like I did, before the Bat locked me up in here."
"Batman got you too?"
"Batman gets everyone in here, kid. That's the one thing you'll learn. They get angry. The rogues… these animals and then they take it out on the innocent! Does anybody do anything about it? No, they let a vigilante take them and knock them out when the only way to solve this problem is to kill them!"
"Why would I be interested in killing any one else?"
"Because the twins are merely the aftermath, the product after year of criminal activity and insanity. Think about it, some of these monsters actually have ospring! In fact the very twins you hate are not Turners at all… they're Sionis."
"Black Mask," Danny breathed before a rage took him over and slammed around in his cell. "He's their father?!"
"Yes," the voice spoke before he heard the man move slightly again. "But there is so much more, so much that's worse. Jester has two children of her own, created by Strange by cross her DNA with two other criminals, one being her boyfriend, another being someone different. This cycle of violence it has to end. Don't you agree?"
"It has to stop! I'll do it, I'll kill all of them!"
"Someone's already beaten you to killing Black Mask. But you can stop the cycle now. If you did it right and with actual time and if you did it clean, control your anger then… then you'd be useful."
"Who are you?!" Vendetta growled as he slammed his hands against the door. "Who are you?!"
"Calm down," the voice growled. "I am going to have to work on that temper of yours. It'll get you into trouble and mess up our scheme."
"What do you mean?"
"A team up," the voice said simply. "We both want the same thing. Justice."
"You mean, we both want the rogues dead?"
"Yes."
Vendetta paused and leaned against the wall of his dark cell considering this as he tapped his chin in thought, the metal cold against his skin. "Say I'm interested… why would I?"
"I told you. We want the same thing. We want them dead. Those monsters upstairs."
"And I have a feeling you… want to get even with other people."
"Of course," the man hissed. "But first… are you in?"
Vendetta was silent and then he finally turned and slipped his metal hand through the bars towards the other.
"Danny Hartley."
"Ah, I knew your father, he was a good man," the voice spoke before he slipped his own very big and large hand through and it was the first time Danny had seen his face as he gripped his metal hand. "Lyle Bolton, Lock Up."
THE END.
Note: Another request done! :D This one was for a guest review who wanted to see more of my character Vendetta. I thought that Vendetta and Lock Up went pretty well together since their me MO is basically the same in a way.
Anyway I hope you liked this and give me some more requests guys the more you give the more I shall write. :)
Up next we have another request, this one of a re-meet between Croc and Crane... awkward moment indeed! :)
