Batman Beyond: Two-Face II

Chapter 6: Threat of the Two Headed Coin

By ShadowHawk & Demoness Space Pirate

Author's Notes: to the Readers who read this fanfic, just to let you know this fic takes places after my friend Demoness Space Pirate's fanfics Same Ol' Game, Just New Players & Gray Shadows of the Past.

Disclaimer: We don't own the characters used

In the days that followed the torn reports of the deeds of Two-Face the second were still flooding the news. At the Gemini Club even some of Two- Face's underlings wanted an explanation. Deirdre looked towards her twin as she turned off the news as the anchorman began the usual dribble of events and gossip.

A really confused Delia looked up to Two-Face and asked. "Boss, why do you always flip the coin before we pull each job?"

Two-Face removed the sliver coin from his pocket and looked down onto it in his palm. "The coin's two faces symbolize my two sides Good or Evil on them depends on our next move. Watch!" Presently and once again the coin spun high in the air and fell into Two-Face's open palm. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the bad side face has decided. So we will rob that double-feature movie house as planed." A happy cheer let loose among the twin cohorts.

The Imax Theatre...

Inside the audience thrilled to the latest movie an enhanced version of the 2002 movie Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. An intense battle scene ensued grasping the entire audience with its suspenseful music when suddenly the films wavered and faded, until finally it went blank.

A collective groan of protest rolled out from the audience.

"Gosh and just at the interesting part too." Said a man holding a large tub of popcorn.

"The reel must be broken. They usually have it up and running again in a few minutes." Said another as he sipped on his large soda.

The audience waited, and as they usually do the restless viewers clapped their hands to speed the projectionist.

"I wish he'd hurry up!" The man with the popcorn shouted tossing a few uncooked kernels at the heads of people before him.

"Why is it taking so long?"

Abruptly something flashed on the screen but not the entertainment the people had paid to see. "What the hell?"

"Everybody, stay in your seats! This is a hold up!" said a voice as a terrible face magnified onscreen, a face more frightening than the most horrible movie make-up villain to date.

"Oh-h-h... I think I'm going to faint." Cried a woman as she turned her face away from the hideous large face on the large screen.

"I am Two-Face. I am sure you've all heard about me, so you'd all better cooperate. or else!" Shouted the voice of the Two-Face on the giant screen. "My men will pass among you. Please make your contributions quickly, I call your attention to the machine-guns on stage." One of the twins cocked his gun showing he was anticipating the thrill of shooting someone.

The large Two-Face on screen went on. "We ask that you give up your valuables without protest, please."

The people quickly dug into their pockets and bags quickly removing anything they thought their robbers would think of as valuable.

"If anybody refuses to comply with me, my men will shoot without mercy. Anyone calling the police will be severely punished before being shot." He said while a pair of the twin cronies walked through the aisle collecting the cash.

In the projectile room...

Delia look at her sister Deirdre and smiled wickedly, "The boss should get a job in Hollywood. Ain't he an actor?"

Deirdre agreed with her sister "Yeah, smart too, imagine him taking out the regular film and substituting one with him speaking. Haw!"

She laughed as she turned off the machine. And while the screen image of Two-Face faded away the actor himself made a dramatic personal appearance.

"2 Two-Faces!" The Dee-Dee's said together finding the dual versatility of the heist.

Two-Face walked casually onto the stage before the large screen flipping his coin up and down. One half of his outfit looked nothing more than a black business suit with a white dress shirt and a deep red necktie. The left side seemed like a chaotic rainbow of colors and animal prints. Instead of the suit being black it was a light scarlet with black zebra prints, the silky dress shirt beneath yellow with small leopard spots, and the tie yellow with black cheetah spots.

"Why are you doing this?" Demanded a voice from the back of the theatre.

"Fate! Luck! Pure and simple." Two-Face said removing two guns, one black and the other silver. "Now do as you're told you pasty faced twit or test us and see if luck is on your side?" Everyone within the audience was silent as they obeyed each word their captors said.

A dark car sped quickly away from the direction of the Imax Theatre quickly followed by a silver car.

"James stop right here." Two-Face commanded to the twin driver.

"What is it boss?" The Dee-Dee's asked together.

"Jokerz." Two-Face sneered curling his upper lip as he watched the lowly gang of face painted miscreants mercilessly batter a helpless victim.

"Hey Boss, in the mood to have some fun with the Jokerz?" Deirdre asked.

"Yeah Boss lets do it." Delia said slowly massaging Two-Face's shoulder.

Two-Face removed his coin. "Good head, We leave 'em alone, bad head we hit 'em hard." He flipped his coin and caught it again. He peeked at his hand. "Hit 'em hard!"

The twins dressed in black and white quickly jumped out of the car.

"How about pickin' on someone..." "Your own size?" They asked charging their weapons.

A Joker wearing a Halloween mask looked towards the two. "Dee-Dee?" He asked.

"The one..." "And the only." They said together. "Our boss wants to talk with you." They said as Two-Face walked up behind them.

"You two are traitors!" Shouted a very muscular Joker releasing his bruised victim.

"Our Boss pays us big bucks!" Delia cried out in anger as she balled her hands into fist.

Deirdre placed her hand on her twin's shoulder, "Compared to our last boss." She added meaning the late Joker.

"Oh I remember it as if it was just two days ago." Delia said.

Deirdre sighed as she draped her arm over her twin. "Yeah..."

Flashback...

Nana Harleen Francis Quinzel formerly known as Harley Quinn had made her granddaughters do house chores for weeks since that Joker-Francisco they pulled. She was still mad at them and was going to teach them a lesson they would never forget of their teenaged lives. Suddenly the doors blew open and they all turned around to see a bizarre looking man, the right side was clean and handsome while on the left was ugly and scarred, he was holding two of his father's old hand handguns in both hands.

Old Harl was scared, she thought she would have a heart attack after looking at the left side of his face, it had been sometime since she was exposed to such a repulsive face. "Wh-wha...What do you want from us? Who are you?" Old Harl stammered gripped tightly to her cane ready to put it to use.

"What I want, you ask, is for your granddaughters Delia and Deirdre Dennis to work for me. And to answer your question of who I am, you can call me Two-Face." He added a sinister smile to boot his statement.

Back to the Present...

"And it's been blissful joy ever since then." Delia stated charging her brass knuckles.

Two-Face smirked as the twins prepared themselves to fight. Six to three, two each, such a lovely even number.

"Girls hurry up." He said to them cracking his knuckles. "There's no telling how long it will take the police to get here."

Deirdre gave her laser whip a hard flick almost searing the costume of one of the Jokerz. "Heads or tails Dee-Dee?" She asked slowly walking dominatingly towards the common gang.

Delia smiled as she curled her fingers tightly around her electric knuckles. "Sorry Dee-Dee I'd rather play bloody knuckles." The Dee-Dees looked to one another and with a nod in agreement attacked.

Two-Face watched the delectable scene of the gang of bothersome Jokerz getting their asses handed to them by the single pair of twins.

"M-Mr. Two-Face?" A voice asked from beside Two-Face who was burying his clutched fist into the grease painted face of a Joker.

Two-Face released his victim turning his scarred face away from the pleasant work of pure violence towards a rather small man dressed in a dark suit. "What do you want with us?" Two-Face asked.

The man who was nervous before suddenly found the confidence. 'He didn't kill me straight off so I might as well.' "Two-Face, Robert Anton, I have a business proposal for you." He said leaning against the dirty brick wall of the nearby building.

Two-Face's face lifted into a crude grin. "You want to talk business eh? Come to this address at 2:22 PM tomorrow." He said placing a small card into the man's hand. In the distance a police sire wailed.

Two-Face curled his scarred lips into a twisted smirk. "Dee-Dee let's go!" He shouted to the twins as he made his way back to the car.

Delia, who was punching into the gut of a Joker while Deirdre held him in a headlock, looked up. "But Boss I've only hit this one twenty-one times!"

"Then finish him and hurry up, double-time it!" Two-Face shouted taking a seat.

"Yes Boss!" The Dee-Dees said together.

Delia smiled darkly as she charged her brass knuckles. "Tell me how you want him finished Boss!"

Two-Face smiled at how edger those two were to please him. "Simple girls, ball up the fist, reach way back and assert yourself."

"Make a wish!" She stated as she reached back and quickly grounded her fist bearing the knuckle into the Joker's underbelly.

The Joker's mouth fell open as he let out a pain-filled scream due to the voltage induced onto his body. The joker's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he slowly fell onto his knees.

Deirdre smirked as she reared up her leg and kicked the Jokerz strongly in the back pitching him towards the rest of the beaten gang. "Pathetic." She laughed removing her whip. With a single swing of her laser whip she cut the bottom rung of a metal fire escape trapping the grease painted delinquents beneath it.

Without a second look the twins jumped back into the car before it sped away leaving the bystanders shocked as to what had just happened.

At 2:22 PM Robert Anton looked with wide eyes as Delia escorted him through Two-Face's hideout. It was a place where the innocence and goodness of heaven met the sinister darkness of the sinful hell. The black and white tiles that once covered the floors like a large chessboard had been ripped up and replaced with black marble on the left side of the club while white marble was placed on the right. The walls were painted with a large mural, beautiful heavenly angels flying among the clouds on the right and lustfully beautiful demons causing menace on the lava cracked ground on the left.

Delia stopped at a pair of gold and black doors. "This way Mr. Anton." She said walking through.

Inside the room nine pairs of twins silently entertained themselves with small games. Robert watched as the light dressed Delia strutted across the room towards a large desk then took a seat atop it, stretching out her long fair leg and thigh. Behind the desk sat the dominating looking Two-Face in a throne made up of twisted metal and gold. His arm was wrapped around a woman who doubled as the first who had brought him into the office. She wore what looked like a black bra like strapless top and tight dark shorts. Her long smooth legs were dressed in a black pair of thigh high boots. The dark twin Deirdre with long blonde hair trailing over the side of her face down below her waist, sat on the dark arm of the throne, she looked jaded onto Robert as her fingers ran through the green half of Two-Face's hair.

"Welcome to our humble abode Mr. Anton." Two-Face said.

Robert smiled as he began his practiced speech, "Ah Two-Face let me say that it is a honor in itself that you woul-"

"You said you had a business proposal for me." Two-Face interrupted bringing Robert's speech to a halt.

"Right. My company is selling the most hi tech weapons; most of our sells take place on the black market. We've been unable to smuggle our shipments out as of lately thanks to police and Batman. And-"

"And you want our help." Two-Face finished for him. Robert nodded. Two-Face slowly stood everyone within the hideout looked onto the scarred man.

"I must say you have a lot of balls to ask this of me. I must say I am impressed, that' the main reason why I didn't kill you on the street." He said placing his hand on Delia's knee, his hand slowly drifted down to her thigh and squeezed before he walked away.

"How much are you offering me to help you and your company?" He asked walking towards Deirdre.

Robert watched with intrigue as Two-Face took hold of the other twin's face and gave her a deep kiss. "D-do-double the percentage of what we usually pay." He said. He elevated his brow when he saw Two-Face tear himself forcefully away from the young woman. "Forty percent." He finished.

"No, I demand half!" Two-Face said getting back to the job at hand.

Robert frowned as all reason other than his profit escaped his mind.

"Forty percent is more than what most smugglers get! Half is without a doubt-" Two-Face placed his gun under Robert's chin. "A reasonable price." He finished.

Two-Face grinned as he replaced his gun and took hold of Robert's shoulder. "Sorry to say Mr. Anton, that we work for no one." Two-Face said watching as Robert's face paled to a deathlike color.

"However you do pose a very interesting proposition and you are one of the few who knows the location of our hideout, therefore, heads, we accept, and tails, we blow your damn head off!" Two-Face said flipping his coin.

Everyone stood onto their feet awaiting the life threatening results. Good side up. "Luck's on your side today Mr. Anton." Two-Face laughed as he pocketed his coin.

Meanwhile later.

Batman scouted the streets of Gotham looking high and low for any signs of his two-sided adversary.

"Terry get down to the museum, someone's trying to brake in." Bruce's hard aged voice called out over the radio embedded in his mask.

"What about Two-Face?" Batman asked placing his fore and middle fingers to his ear.

"Worry about him later, deal with what you can now." Bruce commanded through the com-link. With a dissatisfied grunt Batman made his way towards the museum.

In the still dark of night a solitary figure crouched over the open wires of the Gotham City Art Museum security system. The white and black hands worked carefully to rig the system just so that what was need to happen would without interruptions.

With a final snip of her wire cutters the white and black dressed woman grinned as she slipped inside undetected.

For Melanie Walker it had been an eternity since she dressed herself in the split colored garb of Ten of the Royal Flush Gang. There were times she would return home after a long day at work and stare longingly at the bodysuit of her days of old when she lived in the lap of luxury. She would have to fight with herself to maintain the straight lifestyle she had adapted herself to. But in those days she was just a member of the gang, not a person, not a daughter, just Ten. With that thought in mind she would close the door to her closet hiding the suit in the dark to be forgotten if only for the moment.

Down on one bent knee Ten drove her playing card through the gallery looking from one display case unto the other searching for the exact item she was looking for. Leaning back on her heels she slowed the card to a stop before an Ancient Greece display. She leapt off as it came within arms reach.

The golden double-faced mask of Janus, the Roman god. She had read about it in the papers and knew it would be the prefect lure that she needed. As she reached out her hand towards the glass case the sound of an object cutting through the air cause her to quickly withdraw seconds before the blur of a dark object sped by her once outstretched hand.

Mel's eyes followed the batarang as it circled the air until a dark hand casually caught it. "I thought you had given this up." Batman said disappointment tinting his voice.

Mel sighed heavily as she slowly looked into Batman's white eyes they were burning with question on her. "This was the only way I could think of getting in contact with you."

"What do you want to contact me about?" Batman asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"I want in on the Two-Face case." Mel said letting the words pass on a breath of air.

Batman's brow furrowed, "Why do you want in on the case? Trying to make a better name for yourself?"

Mel shook her head from side to side. "No." She stated. "To save Jeffery." The words were spoken softly like a simple breath of air; it was almost impossible for Batman to her

"Jeffery?" Batman asked raising his brow in question.

"Yes, my lover." Mel finished wrapping her arms around herself.

Batman once curious face turned into one of surprise as he began to realize that Mel was the girlfriend Grace had spoke to him about, the same girlfriend who made the missing persons report. He tried to fight back the small tinge of hurt as he realized the Mel had moved on from her teenage love affair with his alter ego Terry McGinnis.

Though he was long since over the criminal it still stung to know. "I know Jeffery's still in there," She began strolling towards the large window. "I just know my Jeff's still alive somewhere in that rampaging monster."

Batman heaved a skeptic sigh as he looked onto her back; she hadn't changed much since he last saw her. "What makes you think that?" He asked.

Mel's eyes softened as she looked out onto the night. Soon it would be dawn; the golden rays of sunlight would illuminate the dark sky of night and take the place of the fading stars. Her mind drifted back to the night before when she had last saw her Jeffery.

Flashback...

Straddled on his waist, her head was thrown back in a breathless pant and her breasts bobbed in time with her movements. A scarred hand ran over her moist waist to her flat belly as the other hand fair and perfect traveled across her heavy breast. No uncaring monster could touch her with such caring tenderness. If her Jeffery was truly dead then that night had to be another wonderful dream that she would cry over later.

Back to the Present...

"He's there." She said softly turning away from the night.

Batman frowned as he looked about the room filled with artistic masks, Mel knew what she was doing going after the golden double mask of Janus, but the risk was still high. "Come on, lets talk about this someplace else." He said turning to walk away, with his back to her he listened for her footfalls behind him, he was a bit reluctant to trust in woman after their last encounter with her dressed as Ten.

Mel followed him to the dark and shady recesses of Gotham Central Park, the lamp lights fought away the dark of night and nocturnal delinquents. She watched as Batman retreated to his dark Batmobile debating on accepting her help or throwing her offer to the wind.

Batman glanced over his shoulder to the waiting Ten as he discussed the change of events to Bruce Wayne. "So what do you say Bruce, do we bring her on the case?" Batman asked.

In the dark grotto of the cave Bruce sat looking onto the large screen of the highly advanced computer. "I don't trust her." He stated bluntly.

Terry heaved a deep breath of agreement. "After that last time neither do I. But she might be able to help if Jeffery Dent is still alive in Two- Face."

Bruce's aged and wrinkled face dropped into a frown as he laced his bony fingers over his cane. He sighed as he brought his square chin to a rest atop his folded hands. "I dedicated my whole life to helping strangers I never met and faces I haven't seen. But the one I knew I couldn't help though I struggled in vain. The only one who could reach Harvey was Grace... maybe she can reach Jeffery."

Batman turned and looked onto the anxious face of Ten. "Fine then." He said.

To be Continued...