WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language, violence,
and mild sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Agent Hicks, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
It's my Two-Face again!! Gotta love him!
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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The smoke hung thick in the air, clinging to the countless designer's names. And on Two-Face, it was Armani. But other than the well-tailored black and white suit, he was repulsed by everything else around him.
"At least you have good taste in clothing. Because your taste in location and company leaves something to be desired."
The short stout man who Two-Face was speaking to, was sitting on a chair that was much too big for him, with two black haired women on either arm.
"Why Harvey, I do believe that was something resembling a complement."
"Don't push your luck, Cobblepot."
"Well," the Penguin said standing. He knew the pleasantries never lasted long with Two-Face. They hated each other, but there really was honor amongst thieves. "Unless you require anything else, mon visage deux, I do believe my debt to you is paid in full."
The smirk on Two-Face's good side, made Penguin's stomach sink. "Not quite."
Penguin panicked, vaguely aware of his two bodyguards prepared to pull their guns, so well hidden beneath their dresses. But his eyes rolled back in his head with the realization, and he smiled. "Of course." Penguin snapped his fingers, and a tall blond wearing a tight, short black dress appeared with a silver tray. She lifted the lid with a bright smile, revealing two guns.
Two-Face was down to business. He took the guns, the silver one in his right hand, the black in his left. He placed each weapon in either side of his slacks. "Now your debt to me is paid in full." He turned, and the men on either side of him turned with him.
"Harvey," the Penguin called, his curiosity getting the best of him. Two- Face stopped and looked over his shoulder, refusing to turn completely around. "If you don't mind my asking," he continued. "Where are you off to now?"
Two-Faced turned his gaze away from the flightless bird and took three purposeful steps. He smiled an almost sardonic smile and threw his plans over his shoulder. "There's someone we have to visit."
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Agent Hicks, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
It's my Two-Face again!! Gotta love him!
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
The smoke hung thick in the air, clinging to the countless designer's names. And on Two-Face, it was Armani. But other than the well-tailored black and white suit, he was repulsed by everything else around him.
"At least you have good taste in clothing. Because your taste in location and company leaves something to be desired."
The short stout man who Two-Face was speaking to, was sitting on a chair that was much too big for him, with two black haired women on either arm.
"Why Harvey, I do believe that was something resembling a complement."
"Don't push your luck, Cobblepot."
"Well," the Penguin said standing. He knew the pleasantries never lasted long with Two-Face. They hated each other, but there really was honor amongst thieves. "Unless you require anything else, mon visage deux, I do believe my debt to you is paid in full."
The smirk on Two-Face's good side, made Penguin's stomach sink. "Not quite."
Penguin panicked, vaguely aware of his two bodyguards prepared to pull their guns, so well hidden beneath their dresses. But his eyes rolled back in his head with the realization, and he smiled. "Of course." Penguin snapped his fingers, and a tall blond wearing a tight, short black dress appeared with a silver tray. She lifted the lid with a bright smile, revealing two guns.
Two-Face was down to business. He took the guns, the silver one in his right hand, the black in his left. He placed each weapon in either side of his slacks. "Now your debt to me is paid in full." He turned, and the men on either side of him turned with him.
"Harvey," the Penguin called, his curiosity getting the best of him. Two- Face stopped and looked over his shoulder, refusing to turn completely around. "If you don't mind my asking," he continued. "Where are you off to now?"
Two-Faced turned his gaze away from the flightless bird and took three purposeful steps. He smiled an almost sardonic smile and threw his plans over his shoulder. "There's someone we have to visit."