The car raced well over seventy miles per hour down old Gotham road. Old Gotham road was essentially the last straight-a-way left in Gotham, it lead straight to Junction and Mortimer which, if a left was taken, lead to Gotham tunnel, which in turn lead out of the city. This wasn't a sport car however and going seventy was pushing the limit of the car and as the engine groaned so did the driver.
"How much is it?!" The driver yelled as loud as he could over the heavy breathing of the car.
"I don't know yet…!" one of the back seat passengers yelled back. "…so far it's twenty five thousand!"
"Hot damn…!" The driver yelled; he couldn't contain his glee. Twenty five thousand dollars! Ice cold at that! This was the perfect plan and if he wasn't so focused on driving he would have patted himself on the back. "…we pulled it of Brosky!" He yelled into the back seat.
"Hell yeah we did…!" The second back seat passenger yelled. "…I gotta say Samson that was one hell of a plan!" he finished.
Samson Jardner gave a head motion with his head that reflected his own satisfaction with the plan. Samson wasn't a bad looking guy, he was popular in high school everyone thought that right after he'd be a model but life got in the way. He didn't become a model, he didn't have any money and being a starving entertainer wasn't what he wanted to do. Samson turned to petty theft and after the first time he stole something he got away with it he figured it was the occupation for him. Everything was fine in the first six months, Samson created somewhat of a craft at stealing. He was beginning to gain a reputation and the locals were starting to call him the "magician" because he was able to make their money, valuable and himself disappear. However when he got a year into it Batman appeared for the first time. Samson knew this guy wasn't a joke and he had to be even more careful when stealing. The problem was that the people were getting more vigilant and stealing from them got a lot harder but he noticed that where the people got more aware the companies began to look away so he started with bigger crimes. Robbing stores and banks seemed to be even more his forte than anything. Samson was quick and decisive and he always could tell what prey would bow to his demands. The larger thefts required some help so he recruited somewhat of a troupe of thieves to work with him. Originally there were for and they called themselves the IV Thieves but one of them didn't comply with the rules of teamwork and was dealt with accordingly. Now there were three of them.
The one counting the money was the newer of the recruits and his name was Dale. Samson wasn't very fond of Dale, for Samson, Dale, was too much of a coward. Dale fretted about everything and in turn it made Samson on edge but on the flip side of it Dale was smart and quick. When it came down to getting the job done Dale was able to create an entrance plan and an exit plan easily. He was useful but his voice went straight through Samson sometimes.
The other one sitting in the back seat excitedly waiting to get out of the city was 'Brosky'. He'd gotten his name as an abbreviation of his real name: Broddock Skylvian. Everyone took the name and shortened it and Samson never thought about calling him anything but Brosky. Samson liked Brosky a hell of a lot more than Dale. Brosky was ruthless; he'd snatch the chain off his own grandmother's neck if he knew he could pawn it for a case of beer. He was the muscle in the operations; Brosky was the one not afraid to shoot off a gun in the middle of an operation to quiet everyone down. Brosky was a hard looking guy but still attractive. He had fine, shining, black hair and a snide confident look always plastered on his face. At one time he was a lady killer but now he was just closer to a plain killer.
"How much more?!" Brosky shouted suddenly; Samson leaned closer to the window shield to look at the street.
"We're coming up on Junction and Mortimer now…" Samson answered. "…Those cops still on our asses?" Samson asked. Both Dale and Brosky looked back.
"I don't see them…" Dale answered nervously. "…where do you think they went?"
"I wasn't asking you…!" Samson snapped at Dale. "…you just concentrate on counting the rest of that fuckin' money" Samson finished; Dale silently complied and went back to counting.
"They're not there…" Brosky answered. "…the police force has been pretty lazy lately, now that there a bunch of niggers and spics now."
"Hell yeah; ten more minutes and were home free." Samson exclaimed.
"How we gonna split this cash bro?" Brosky asked Samson sucked his teeth; he was starting to get tired of talking.
"I can't know until Dale finishes counting the money!" Dale answered.
"I'm counting as fast as I can, it's just hard to concentrate when-" Dale started.
"Shut the fuck up Dale and count." Brosky said aloofly.
Dale went back to counting silently and the car ride suddenly got quiet. In a way Samson felt bad for Dale; he really did contribute a lot and sometimes they were a little unfair to him. It took him about half a minute to conjure up the courage to look into the rear-view mirror and say:
"Listen Dale, thanks for the escape route we couldn't have done this without you." Dale started smiling uncontrollably.
"Thanks Samson…" Dale said. "…I really appreciate that." Dale finished.
"Fuckin' queer…" Brosky said to Dale, Dale ignored him.
"Yeah just try and hurry up and count that-" Samson's words were suddenly cut off by the backseat window on Dale's side crashing and the wind blowing furiously into the car.
"What the hell was that?!" Brosky yelled over the wind, Samson diverted his eyes off the road occasionally to look into the back seat.
"Something crashed into the window, it's in the car." Samson answered.
"What…?!" Brosky yelled.
"I saw it; it must be on the floor." Samson yelled.
The two young men both scrambled to look on the floor for what had crashed into the car. Samson anxiously looked into the rearview mirror waiting for one of them to return back into sight. Dale did first, holding a black, plastic object in a very familiar shape. Dale's eyes instantly began to tear.
"It's one of Batman's weapons!" Dale screamed, Brosky came up a second later and saw the Batman device and when he looked at it a light started to blink.
"Holy shi-"
A small explosion followed and then thick purple smoke engulfed the car. The car swerved violently left then right and then left again finally crashing into the wall next to Gotham tunnel. There was a long pause of nothing and then the driver side back door opened and a young very afraid man jumped out holding a large briefcase of money. Not much later the passenger side back door opened and a more rough looking man came out. Both men were covered in purple smoke residue. Both men were obvious.
Brosky walked quickly over to Dale and held the gun to his chest.
"Give me the money…!" Brosky demanded.
"…What?!" Dale asked horrified to see the gun turned on him. Brosky put the gun directly on his chest.
"…Give me the goddamn money or I swear I will blast you right here." Brosky said, without another word Dale began to hand over the money. Just as he started a dark shadow passed above them.
"…Shit!" Brosky cursed and smacked Dale with the gun so hard that he hit the ground with an audible thud took the money and ran into the nearby warehouse.
Samson came to not too long after and managed to get the door open just in time to see Brosky running into the warehouse. Samson tried to call after Brosky but his voice was grabbed by the purple smoke that had filled his lungs. His entire body was purple; he cursed and stepped out of the car only to see a crying Dale.
"What the hell happened?!" Samson yelled; Dale looked surprised to see Samson and for a moment didn't say anything.
"Brosky took off with the money…" Dale explained. "…He threatened to shoot me and then pistol whipped me." Dale seemed to gain control of himself quickly and stand up.
"Damn…!" Samson spit. "…don't cry, see if you can get the car back and working." Samson lightly ordered, Dale nodded and then Samson gave him a palm on the cheek real lightly. "…you're doing fine." And then Samson turned away and into the warehouse.
The Orange tint, of "caution" lights, in the night always created somewhat of an eerie and threatening feeling. Samson tried not to focus on his fears right now, he trusted Brosky and now this had happened. For a second Samson thought that maybe Brosky took off with the money because he knew he was most likely to get away, they'd meet up later and everything would be fine again. The rushing boxes around him brought him back to reality, that wasn't going to happen, he'd have to get he money back himself and then escape from this place with Dale, if he could. It seemed possible just as long as nothing else surprising or dangerous happened in the next ten minutes.
Dale tried to slow his breathing, didn't hear any police sirens which meant that he was in the clear for now. This wasn't the life he really wanted for himself, he didn't have the nerve for it. Either he was going to have a heart attack or be shot before he could see any type of riches. Dale stood up and laid his hand on the top of the car and looked at the ground, the moment he did that a shadow passed over him and casted noting but darkness around him for a sheer second but somehow it put more fear in him than anything else that happened that night. Again he laid himself on the ground praying he was out of sight of whatever the shadow was.
Brosky cursed to himself, the money was a lot heavier than he thought, with that in his left hand and the gun in his right he ran through the warehouse with methodical direction. He knew his way around, this used to be the normal escape route he took for himself in his earlier years. Gotham police never remembered that the building lead directly to one of the sewer entrances and from there you could go anywhere in Gotham.
He never intended to betray those guys, granted, he wasn't' fond of them but he also never intended to do them harm. Dale however; just wined too much he had to fix this, first he'd get away and then send some money to have the other two guys bailed out.
"Brosky…!" Samson yelled loudly the voice echoed for several seconds and Brosky cringed. Samson was going to get the both of them caught if he didn't shut his trap!
Left turn, he was almost there he could smell Gotham river already, he just had to go a little farther and it would be-
Samson's body smacked hard against Broksy and the impact knocked the wind out of him. Both young men hit the ground hard. A short struggled ensued and Samson tried to pull the gun out of Brosky's hand but Brosky was too quick and strong. Brosky automatically held the gun out to Samson's body.
"Now listen we both can't get outta here Samson…" Brosky started to reason. "…My record is too big, they catch me and that's it, I'm through." Brosky explained.
"Brosky, give me back the money" Samson said calmly.
"You don't get it, if they catch you I'll bail you both out, but if they catch me I won't have bail. One of us has to take the fall for the other to get out of this." Brosky pleaded, the anger in his eyes was starting to engulf the pupils, and the finger on the trigger was starting its usual itch. Samson flicked out a knife.
"You're not leaving with that money." Samson explained as well. Brosky's anger hit climax.
"Fine, you asked for it!" Brosky pulled the gun back, like he always did before he shoved it forward with the shot, but this was different something smacked hard against his hand. The gun went flying and Samson's eyes bulged with fear. Brosky turned to the direction of the thing that hit him and saw standing there in a dark shadow, tall and fearsome was Batman.
Brosky's first reaction was to scream, which he did, then it was to swing, which he also did, but Batman was too fast his punch was caught and in a flash he was sent careening into a large wooden crate. Samson ran as fast as he could, but even as he did so he knew he wasn't going to get away. The worst thing was that there were no footsteps behind him, not a sound no struggling, no fighting just silence. Samson made a right and then two lefts then right into Batman.
The Bat thing stood there silent and watched Samson as he crawled backwards, not trying to escape out rather just out of fear.
"Please don't kill me." Samson whined The Batman just stood there and then moves one step closer.
"I don't kill…" The Bat man said. "…I have something much worse planned for you." Samson couldn't take anymore and before he fainted he saw the Batman smile.