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Rupert Thorne sr. stands at the front of an old parking garage puffing on his cigar.
He looks around him at the odd array of men and women: A man with bright green
hair and a smile that seems like it's permanently fixed on his face; a woman with
plants growing out of her; and a man with a face split down the middle.
"Gentlemen... and lady." he says, chuckling at his choice of words. He stands with a
clown, a modern Janus, a scarecrow and a plant and refers to them in this way?
"You know me as Gotham's last remaining mob lord. I am here to tell you that this is
changing. I am disbanding my organization and going into hiding. I am carving up
my...err...profits into three groups.
1. Mine: For me and my son.
2. You: To use to destroy Batman
3. To begin a certain project to enable my influence to reinstate organized crime into
Gotham in forty years time.
My son: Rupert Thorne the 2nd will implement my plan. Already, my agents are
being placed in the CIA, FBI, GCTU and Gotham PD.
By 2043 every one of these should be under my son's control."
"We never had this conversation. I died tonight from a gangland shooting. This is my
official story. Your money is in these briefcases. Goodbye."
Rupert exited the building.
CHARACTERS PROPERTY OF DC COMICS
Rupert Thorne sr. stands at the front of an old parking garage puffing on his cigar.
He looks around him at the odd array of men and women: A man with bright green
hair and a smile that seems like it's permanently fixed on his face; a woman with
plants growing out of her; and a man with a face split down the middle.
"Gentlemen... and lady." he says, chuckling at his choice of words. He stands with a
clown, a modern Janus, a scarecrow and a plant and refers to them in this way?
"You know me as Gotham's last remaining mob lord. I am here to tell you that this is
changing. I am disbanding my organization and going into hiding. I am carving up
my...err...profits into three groups.
1. Mine: For me and my son.
2. You: To use to destroy Batman
3. To begin a certain project to enable my influence to reinstate organized crime into
Gotham in forty years time.
My son: Rupert Thorne the 2nd will implement my plan. Already, my agents are
being placed in the CIA, FBI, GCTU and Gotham PD.
By 2043 every one of these should be under my son's control."
"We never had this conversation. I died tonight from a gangland shooting. This is my
official story. Your money is in these briefcases. Goodbye."
Rupert exited the building.