It was brought to my attention that I put this story under the category of Comics instead of games. However when I went to change it I didn't see Arkham Knight in the gaming category! If anyone would like to help me figure out how to change it that would be much appreciated! Any way on to chapter 7!
Catwoman walked the streets of Gotham with her head down and at a very slow pace. Tonight did not go as planned. She found out why Bruce became Batman but it still hurts that he would still take on this challenge alone, even if it would get him killed. She confessed her love to him and even that wasn't enough. She didn't know how to feel, but she did know one thing for certain. That she loved him. It had started raining again and she was getting soaked, but she didn't care. She took off her cat hat and goggles and let the rain run down her hair, face, and body. Any leftover make up she hadn't cried off came off as well. She truly didn't know what her next move was with Bruce. She didn't know where he went, just that he went off to face Scarecrow. She was nervous that if something happened she couldn't make a last minute rescue this time. And the way he talked..seemed like tonight was his last night alive.
She walked for almost an hour through the rainy streets and wasn't bothered by any thugs as they weren't bright enough to recognize her without her hat and goggles. Eventually she made it back to her apartment on Bleake island. She looked at it and how run down it was. Imagine her, a girl moving out of this into Wayne Manor. But that didn't matter to her, she just wanted to be with Bruce.
As she walked inside, the emotionless masked figure watched as she entered her home, then turned around slowly into the darkness of the night, its destination? The GCPD.
At the GCPD Cash was listening to the 12 inmates in the maximum security cell bicker back and forth with each other. Sometimes there were nice conversations, other times..arguments.
"Simon Stagg. Funny you'd be here. You were on my list. Funny how things work out." Deathstroke said.
"Well. It's unfortunate you don't have any weapons on you." Stagg said cockily.
Deathstroke unfolded his arms and walked over to Stagg and picked him up and slammed him against the cage.
"I could kill you right now. I don't need weapons." Deathstroke said. Annoyance in his voice.
"Right right right. I'm sorry please don't hurt me!" Stagg pleaded.
"Ahahahahah! You 'ere that bloke? Beggin out of his arse!" Penguin said laughing. "Say Deathboy, how's about teaching me some of that?"
"Well." Deathstroke said dropping Stagg. "Small opponents can be deceptively strong and unsuspecting in combat. But..um..you should probably lose some weight first." Deathstroke said.
At this Two face laughed.
"I agree with half face over there. Probably should drop a few pounds Oswald!"
"Like hell you can talk! You're only alive on one bloody side!"
"You watch your mouth Oswald. Before it gets crazy in here." Two face said his voice deeper and with rasp.
"Say." Firefly interrupted. "How's about I even you up on the other side Mr. Attorney!"
"Heh heh heh, the flames of injustice have burned me enough thank you." Two face said in his normal voice.
Firefly looked over at Chief Underhill and instantly recognized him.
"You! If I remember correctly you owe me money for helping you keep your job!" Firefly struggled to yell through heavy breaths.
"I know. But I don't know if I can get it to you.." Chief Underhill said while avoiding eye contact.
Firefly stared at him through his headgear.
"You do know...that you will face massive consequences for this Chief! You will burn for this!" Firefly yelled.
"Please children do not shout! The only flames with any real consequence are the flames of hell where most of you will be if you don't give yourself over to God..You with the green on, you seem to be a lost soul, care to offer over your soul the almighty?" Deacon Blackfire asked Riddler.
"Psshhh oh please! I don't have time for your mythological fantasies, I rely on pure fact and planning thank you." Riddler shouted back.
"Alright alright that's enough." Cash said. "I'm got the papers with what you'll be charged for and how long you could potentially serve depending on the jury."
"I don't need any of that hook man. As I do not plan to stay long." Deathstroke said.
"Don't worry Deathstroke, I had a feeling you'd say that. We got a special cell just for you." Cash said smiling.
"Now. Edward Nashton a.k.a The Riddler, you're looking at kidnapping, aiding and abetting known felons, and attempted murder. Not looking good for you buddy. Maximum time 35 years." Cash said chuckling.
Riddler accepted it with no problem, his arms behind his back and his head held high while he listened.
"Next, Garfield Lynns a.k.a Firefly. Not as major as burning down an entire bridge..but your charges are three counts of arson and one count of aiding and abetting a known felon. With the fires being to abandoned stations you're only looking at about 10 years adding on the aiding and abetting charge."
Firefly just looked at Cash and shrugged. Ten years wouldn't be bad, he planned to break out anyway.
"Now. You're a new guy, but uhh Lazlo Valentin a.k.a Professor Pyg..boy heh heh do I feel bad for you. You've racked up quite a record for yourself. Around 15 recorded kidnappings, 6 counts of first-degree murder, and attempted murder, considering those 'people' we have locked up are technically alive. You're facing the death sentence.
The cell got quiet. The rest of the inmates looking at the insane man standing in the cell with him. Standing in that same stance. Hands in the air, looking up, and humming the same opera tune. He didn't even seem to have listened to a word Cash said. Everyone was quiet until Deacon Blackfire spoke.
"Hehahahahah may God have mercy on your soul boy." He said through chuckles.
Pyg stopped humming and snorted a few times. Then he took calm breaths and spoke softly.
"There is no God but Mother! She makes everything better, makes everything..perfect."
"You watch your mouth blasphemer! You will not defile God's name with talks of this 'mother' of yours. I don't know what hellish pit you crawled out of, but to disrespect God's name like that. I damn your 'mother' to hell." Deacon Blackfire hissed with anger.
Pyg put his hands down at his side and looked in Blackfire's direction with an insane twisted look. When he spoke you could hear the anger in his voice. He spoke with a loud whisper.
"How dare you disrespect Mother! You will take it back!" As Pyg finished this sentence, he rushed Blackfire and choked him. Cash yelled to break it up as he looked for the key to the cell in his pocket. The inmates watched as Pyg tried to kill Blackfire. Pyg pulled out a kitchen knife he smuggled in and attempted to slice Blackfire's throat until Officers ran in and pulled him off of Blackfire.
"You're going in the hole Valentin!" Cash yelled.
And with that, Officers took Pyg to the hole while Cash locked the door and began to read of the rest of the criminals charges. Outside of the GCPD the white masked figure made it's way towards the front door. It walked slow and didn't make a sound. A few thugs on the streets noticed it, but didn't bother it. Just dismissed it as 'another freak in Gotham.' It got to the front door and looked inside, decently guarded, but still guarded nonetheless. It walked over to the garage entrance and stared at it until it heard a squad car coming and moved to nearby bushes and hid in them.
"It's squad car 34. Deputy George Johnson." The driver said.
The garage door let out a loud beep and the doors opened and the squad car drove into the tunnel. The masked figure made its way into the entrance as the door closed rather slowly. It walked down the lot and found the way into the GCPD. Three officers sat outside to keep watch on anything that might try to come in. Two were out front talking and one was taking a nap on a chair kicked back against the door.
"Why do we have to stand here again?" The first officer said.
"Because man, what if someone tries to come in?" The second officer said.
"Come on, like anyone is coming in here? We've got guns and some of the itchiest trigger fingers in Gotham. No fool would be dumb enough to come in here." The first officer said.
"Well..you've got a point. But it's still our job." The second officer said.
"Yeah..true, do you at least want to hit the vending machine?"
"Sure man. Real quick."
The two officers went into the building to grab a bite to eat. And the other officer was still sleeping. The white masked figure stared for a second then moved towards the door in the distance. It reached the front door as the third officer was waking up.
"yawn, well, that was a great nap. What the he-"
His sentence was stopped by the masked creature grabbing his throat and squeezing. Squeezing so hard the officer had lost consciousness after about 45 seconds, but to be sure the creature snapped the officers neck then moved the body out of sight. The two other officers emerged a few minutes later with snacks and immediately noticed the disappearance of their partner.
"Where the hell did Ricky go?" The first officer said.
"I don't know man" The second officer said, "I'm gonna head up further to see if I can see if he left out the garage."
"Alright. Good luck."
The masked creature grabbed a pocket knife out of the dead officer's pants and crept behind the first officer still standing by the entrance to the GCPD and stabbed him in the back of the neck. The officer dropped down on his face, dying. The masked creature started tearing off his armor and stabbing him violently until the officer had 22 knife holes in him and the creature was a bloody mess. At this point the second officer was returning, walking backwards ironically to watch his back, not knowing that danger was on his back the whole time. When he turned around he witnessed the murder scene and the bloody man or whatever it was standing there and knew what happened to Ricky. He pulled out his gun and yelled at the figure standing there.
"Freeze!" The officer yelled.
The masked figure didn't move at first. Then out of nowhere took off running towards the officer with its arms wildly flailing behind it, the knife still in hand.
"Stop! NOW!" The second officer yelled.
Then shots fired.
The door to the GCPD opened and the second officer was dressed in his bloody GCPD uniform and armor. Blood on his face. He walked into the building and walked up the first set of stairs leading to the holding cells with his head down.
"Hey! Who are you? Why do you have on officer Joshua's uniform? And why is there blood on it? You've got explaining to do!"
The officer reached for the man and he lashed out and grabbed the officers throat and wrestled him to the ground where the masked man used a knife to slit the officer's throat. The blood shot out onto the white mask of the mysterious figure. He stood up and continued on his path. He noticed the dollotrons in their cell and stared at them, they returned the stares, but shook violently in a terrified manner. The masked figure turned around and continued walking. The man walked into the room where all that Batman had saved and its most dangerous criminals were. It scanned the room looking for a particular person and did not see him. Behind the desk was the man with the hook, officer Cash. Cash heard the metal detector that led into the maximum security cells go off, but couldn't see anyone.
"Anybody just walk in here?" Cash said reaching for his gun. He went around the table and saw nobody there and was about to walk back around his desk until he felt a tight pain around his throat. The masked man was choking cash with the sleeves of the stolen officers uniform. With much struggle Cash slowly lost consciousness and fell to the floor. The masked man pulled his body out of sight and happened to hear two officers' conversation.
"Yeah, that pyg guy is really weird. Going on about this 'mother' of his hahaha what a freak. Right down in the hole where he belongs." One officer said.
"Right. But do we really need to guard it? I mean he's not getting out." The second officer said.
"Who cares? Easy pay to do nothing!" The first officer said.
Knowing now where his target was the man crept his way into the room with the officers and hid under a desk, waiting for his opportunity to get into the room they were holding his target in.
"Hey, I'm gonna go take a leak." Said the first officer.
"Alright, make it quick." The second officer retorted.
The first officer left the room and the masked man made his move, he ran up to the officer knife in hand and jumped on his back.
"What the hell?!" The officer said moving around quickly trying to get this thing off of his back.
The masked man covered the officers mouth with his sleeve and stabbed the officer in the neck, the officer dropped to the floor where the man continued to stab him until he surely dead. He immediately started to pat the officer down in search of the keys to the door and found them in the officers left pocket. He picked up the keys, grabbed the officers flashlight and went over to the door and stood on tipped toes to reach the handle and unlocked and opened it. The door appeared to lead down into the basement, most likely where the holding cells for more violent inmates were. The masked man walked down the steps into the darkness. It turned the flashlight on as it got to the bottom of the steps, it was cold and very ominous, but the emotionless figure felt no emotion as it walked through the barely lit halls in search of it's target.
Insane inmates beat the walls and yelled at the masked man as he walked by, either to scare him or get him to set them free, neither were going to happen. Eventually he got to the very end of the hall where another door a waited him. Luckily for him the keys were on a hook by the doors handle. He took off the jacket of the officer he killed and stood tip toed and used it for extra reach to grab the keys. He didn't waste time trying out the keys until one finally went into the key hole and twisted to unlock the door.
When the door opened a cold air rushed out and hit him, still unfazed the masked man walked into the room and finally saw who he was looking for this whole time, a big man with slick hair, home made surgery attire and a deformed face, Lazlo Valentin. Lazlo turned around to see the masked figure standing there.
"Is that you?..Did you come to save daddy?" Pyg said quietly.
The white figure took of its mask to reveal a young boy about 10 years old with short black hair and he had a scar over his right eye and also appeared to have no vision in it. Pyg rushed over to the boy and picked him up and hugged him.
"You've come for daddy. Good boy. Now mother can punish all those naughty boys that put pyg down here in this horrid place! But more importantly we will punish the Bat! Come Janoz..my son, we have work to do."
Sorry for the insanely late up date but life got in the way and I haven't had time to work on this story, if you don't like what you read make sure you read every part of the story before you review, later chapters may contain answers.