The Worst Henchman (DC Edition)

Speech:" Like this"

Thoughts:'No, like this.'

Chapter 1

"Hey, you two get that crate off of the truck; we're on a time limit."

"Yes, Boss come on, new guy, lets this over with quick."

"Alright" Following John, the guy showing me the ropes of my new job, we come up to the truck and proceed to haul the crate off.

We carry the admittedly heavy crate to the back of the warehouse in silence, only the sound of everyone working around us and our heavy breathing being heard. After carrying the box for a bit, John decides to break the silence.

"Are you sure your new to this job?"

I look over at him in confusion. "Yea, why do you ask?"

"Well, usually the new guy is always nervous and asking too many questions about what's in the crate."

"Oh well, you live in Gotham long enough you learn just to shut up and go along with it."

"Smart, keep thinking like that, and you'll go places." Finally, we get to the very back of the warehouse and set the crate on the floor in a huff.

John stretches his back, groaning in pain before saying, "Come on, new guy, it's our turn." Without waiting for my response, John walks to the door a few yards behind the crate.

"Ah, ok." With that, I hurry after him.

Closing the door behind me, I join John at a table to the left under a light.

"Now, if everything goes well tonight and there are no problems, you'll have the chance to join us."

Taking a look around doesn't show much, just a dimly lit alley between warehouses. The walls are dirty and rusty, and you can smell the sewage from here.

"Well, I hope everything goes well tonight too." After that little conversation, we fell into a comfortable silence, playing cards and watching the darkness for anything that looked out of place.

"So when I meet the boss, what do I call him?"

John looks up at me from his cigarette in surprise.

"That's a good question. Most new guys don't think to ask about that and end up calling the boss by the wrong name, and well…..they don't stay long."

"Oh."

"Yea, so the proper name would be to him Boss or Mr. Cobblepot."

Just as he finished, there was a crash inside the warehouse, making us both jump and whirl around. Before I could get out a sentence, the sound of gunfire rang through, and John jumps out of the chair and bolts toward the toward. I follow after not knowing what to do in this situation.

We burst in through the door to see the room in absolute chaos, and in the middle of that were two people. Two people who are kicking everyone's ass, two people who- "Wait, is that a fucking sword?"

A.N.:You winsome bullshit is some bullshit? Trying to write the next chapter of your first fanfic but Procrastination deci. Het me, then he decided to team of with Writers Block, and then they called Other Ideas to "come jump this fool." Now I can't think of the next chapter until I get this out sheepshead, so here's the first chapter of My other Fanfic ideas.