-Smack!- Bruce slaps the notorious Mafia boss again, for the third time. Finally the man begins regaining his senses.
Bruce has removed his newer and heavier duty mask and replaced it on his face with his fathers old Zorro mask. He stands before the crime lord with his gauntleted hands on his hips.
"Do you know who I am?"
"What in the he-" -Smack!- He is cut off mid sentence with a closed fist.
"Do you know who I am?"
Silence, and then, "Yeah.. I guess I do."
"Do you know why I'm here?"
More silence, and then, "Yeah... I guess I do."
"Do you have anything last words?"
Lex Moron's life flashes before his eyes and the last of the memories to enter his mind is the most vivid: It was twenty years ago, on a Halloween night. He is a younger man, and much more reckless, though already an established criminal climbing the ladder of Gotham's massive underworld. He is making his name as an up and coming boss. Wow... that was a long time ago.
His crew had just knocked over a jewelry store, it was the beginning of what would be a long line of jewel heists and the start to a serious infatuation with diamonds. The job had been super smooth though on the way out of the place things had turned for the worst when some asshole cop had showed up out of now where and blasted him in the shoulder. He and his boys of course had iced the bastard real quick, but he couldn't go to the hospital without risk of being connected with the downed officer and the robbery.
That is when one of the boys in the crew had reminded him about that big fancy costume party that only Gotham's wealthiest citizen would be attending, at first he didn't understand how that was supposed to help his current situation, and then the man had pointed out that Gotham City's finest doctors would in attendance. Thomas Wayne would be there. They had made for the party at once and stormed the place.
At first they did not stand out from the other guests, it was a costume party after all, and they had been able to approach Wayne and shove a gun into his gut without anyone noticing. Or so they had thought. They and then forced the world class surgeon out onto a private balcony and made him to preform the surgery on Lex's shoulder to remove the bullet. He had done a superb job and just as Thomas was finishing up with the carefully done stitching, A police helicopter came roaring up seemingly out of nowhere and threw its flood light down onto the balcony.
Lex Moxon ended up serving 10 years, but was never charged with homicide, as one of his lackeys took the rap for killing the police officer. Either way, he had never forgiven the Doctor, whom he swore up and down had taken extra time on the surgery so that he'd be caught. Eventually word came to him that Martha had been the one to call the law that night.
To make a long story short, he ordered the only person he could trust on the outside at the time, A street hood named Joe, to take care of the doomed couple. He gave specific orders to make it appear like a robbery and to leave their kid as a witness so that nothing could come back on him. He would be rewarded with money, power, women, and anything else he wanted. And what he wanted the most was to be a made man. So a made man is what he had become.
Lex sighs to himself. Thinking how messed up life could turn out in the end.
"Yeah... I guess I do," says the tied up mob boss "I shoulda told Joe to pop you too!"
"Yeah Lex... you should have."