Chapter 5: The Kingpin - Black Mask

Get Paid - Emphatic

Sionis Industries

Within a tall and well-built company, Sionis Industries helps in creating and founding a number of parties to special masl for said parties, being up front for one of Gotham's most rising crime lords. And this one just so happens to be the rising Kingpin or Godfather of Crime.

We see the man himself, who was a tall man wearing a dress suit, having the top is a white jacket with a golden desgin, a grey/black undershirt with a red tie, black gloves, black pants with dress shoes, and a white cape with black fur around his shoulders that is connected to the said cape. The last piece of his attire, which is tied to his namesake, an actual black mask that took the shape of a human skull with some golden desgin on the sides of the said skull and red eyes that can burn the person's very soul.

This was Roman Sionis, the Black Mask and soon aimed to rule all of Gotham's underworld from big-time arms dealing to drugs.

Black Mask has reached new heights and taken over a great large amount of the criminal underworld, forming an empire. Currently, he was on the phone with someone, talking about bussiness, and completely unaware of the bad news that would his desk very soon.

"Of course, my men shall be able to leave Africa very soon and towards the place you assigned them in South America. No, no. I promise Miss Minerva, that my men would get the job, or otherwise, I going to take their eyes and balls off personally. Hmm, yeah, no I won't do that. Not a bad fan of cats to be honest. Well, understand, I would have that item you requested. Good day, Miss Minerva," Black Mask said, hanging up the phone and soon saw his personal assistant that handles all of his operations during the day, the figurehead for the company and helps make sure the criminal empire is run smoothly.

The said assistant was a young Asian woman with black hair in a ponytail, brown eyes with a pair of glasses over them, a golden necklace around her neck, and light lipstick. She wore a grey bussiness woman suit with a white undershirt, grey skirt, and black heels. She always carries a tablet clipboard that has all information and data of the next kingpin's work.

This was Ms. Li, the assistant of Black Mask.

"I said I wasn't to be bothered, Li," Black Mask reminded his assistant as he got up from his desk and looked at the large glass windows to see some parts of the city before his eyes, a city that would be his for the taking.

"I know sir. However, a problem...has come on your desk," Li informed.

"Problem? If you mean harbor operation being burst. Send the usual, cops pay for, threaten their families or love ones to the dogs. And take their eyes out if the message doesn't come out," Black Mask said, not knowing the full information of his operations at the docks being shut down all of a sudden.

"No, sir. It's not the cops. It's rather someone else...," Li said as she brought out a newspaper and showed the front page to her boss who glared deeply at the photo of his new bat.

"Wanna tell me what the hell is this?" Black Mask asked or rather demanded, sounding a bit angry.

"Batman: Old or New, we are not sure, sir," Li explained.

"I don't care if this Batman has returned from the grave or some kid of his. I want him dead, take care of it," Black Mask ordered, in a simple and more calm tone than his other death orders.

Li nodded her head, putting it down on the tablet, and said, "We also have removed Dr. Crane after the safe house was discovered."

"Better to have that walking pile of sticks in sight of version than trusting idiots to watch him. Have my schedule clear tonight, I'm going to pay the good doctor a visit," Black Mask said, fixing his tie and cracking his neck a bit, knowing he would get a good workout and fun on torturing the fallen master of fear in very creative torture methods.

Time Skip - Lower Area of Sionis Industries

Down below the company and a secret basement which was basically a torture chamber where Black Mask's enemies suffered in number or creative tortures. We then see, what looks like the weak version of the Master of Fear himself, Scarecrow all chained him and his life went through a liter hell.

Scarecrow was captured during the initial chaos when all the rogues were emboldened by Batman's disappearance. Black Mask had captured the bag of sticks and wanted to have all of his fear-based technology for himself.

Scarecrow denied it but was brutally interrogated for all of the locations of his lab research. He know he was going to die and wasn't afraid of death but rather being nothing and becoming this weakened state that he once was. One day his work and fear would be inspired someone to rise.

"Have you heard that a new Batman had been sighted?" One of the guards asked.

This got Scarecrow's attention and titled his head a bit, keeping the appearance of being asleep.

"Nah, man. Really? I thought it was Batman that came back?" The other guard replied.

"No, no, no man. It's a new guy. Some of my friends were during some heist before being captured by this new Batman and Batgirl, hanging upside down within the building of the bank," The guard explained.

"Damn, I feel sorry for those poor bastards. Better in here, right?" He joked.

"Haha, yeah. It's better to watch over Scarecrow here than do some work. I like to keep my bones together," The guard said, not wanting to leave the safety of the building to face this new Batman, knowing some bad stories of broken bones and bloodied faces.

"You can say that again," His friend agreed.

This caused Scracrow to wonder a few things and had an idea in mind to push Black Mask to the edge, and one day end his suffering. Either freedom of escape or death, it doesn't matter. He wasn't afraid of death but scared yes and soon the new kingpin would be too.