yay~

I wrote the second chapter!

This one, I wasn't too sure about, but in the end, I decided it was as good as it would get.

Awmigawd, I don't know if I wrote Batman right. :c

I haven't been so nervous since I wrote that oneshot for the Joker.

Please let me know how I did. Kay, thanks~

Oh! And also, let me know if I messed up on the Spanish language. ./.;

I opted for French, not Spanish, so I wasn't 100% sure if I got it right, or not.

c:

Reviews are nice.

Dawn of the Dummy

It was disgusting how many people turned out for it. Dog fighting. Mugsy frowned in disgust, pulling on a pair of gloves.

"I'd rather shoot each one of them," he muttered. Rhino looked at his comrade, and smiled.

"Stealing their money is just as rewarding, Mugsy." He clasped his hand against the skinny one's back, causing Mugsy's legs to buckle. "Sorry," Rhino said, sheepishly.

"C'mon. Let's get this over with." Mugsy said, pulling on the black ski mask. As the two snuck around the abandoned warehouse, the sound of whimpering, snarling and cheering began to fill the air. It would help with covering the sound of Rhino knocking out the two men sitting up front, counting the money. Mugsy would then pile all the dough into a duffel bag, and the two would flee. Quick in-and-out operation that should be done before the first fight was over.

Mugsy smiled, seeing the two men sitting at the table. Next to them were two Jericho 941s. At this, he frowned and turned to Rhino.

"They're heavy, Rhino." Rhino looked over Mugsy's shoulder and scoffed.

"I can take them."

"You sure?"

"Watch me."

And so, Mugsy did. Rhino knocked over a trashcan, and the two men looked up.

"¿Qué fue eso?"

"No lo sé." The two spoke hurriedly.

"Ir a buscar, pendejo." The second man huffed, and began to leave.

"Pendejo! Su arma!" As he walked back to get his weapon, the first man smacked him on the head and began to berate him more, before going back to counting the money.

"Yo no sé por qué me puse con él." the man muttered, looking down at his gun. "Un día," he never finished his sentence. Rhino brought a loose piece of fencing. The man groaned and fell to the ground. Rhino rolled his shoulders, and grinned.

Inside, the first man had finished counting the money, and was placing it all inside a small box. "¿Dónde?" he muttered to himself, grabbing his piece. He stepped outside. "Oi! Pendejo!" He called, reading his gun. " .. Miguel?" He peered around, his hand shook violently. Rhino grinned and grabbed a fallen trash lid. The noise caused the man to turn. "Que," Rhino tossed the lid like a Frisbee, slamming it into the man's chest. He heaved, and staggered backwards. Rhino charged at him like a quarterback, slamming the man into the wall. Dust was shaken from their hiding spots, and sprinkled down on the two. The Spanish man groaned, before blacking out. Rhino straightened, kicking the fallen man's gun away from his reach and walked towards the table. Mugsy sighed, amazed at how smoothly it was all going and hurried over to Rhino.

"You're a natural disaster." He joked, patting Rhino on the back. Rhino grinned, and opened the toolbox. Mugsy pulled the duffel bag off his shoulder, and began to toss in the money. In total, $15,965 was counted for. Rhino gave a low whistle as Mugsy zipped up the bag. "This is the beginning. The boss said this was practice, to make sure we don't muck up." He smiled and Rhino laughed.

The two hurried out the warehouse, just as the first fight was finishing.

[oo]

"Good, good. Youse mugs didn't muss up the jog. I'm impersed."

"Um, I-I think you mean 'impressed', mister Scarface, sir,"

"Shaddap you dummy!" Scarface snapped, causing Arnold to flinch. Scarface turned his attention back to his group. "You all knocked over small fry gamgling estaglishments. You all t'ought 'Oh, Scarface is sooo dumg for making us work hard for small dough', gut now lookit! All dat dough grought us nearly $600 grang!" The members all looked at each other, feeling proud. "Gut dat's nut'in! Follow my orders, goys, an' Got'am will ge kissin' our feet! We'll have the whole city unda our t'umgs!" Scarface turned towards Arnold. "Now, dummy, give the goys dere share!"

"R-right, mister Scarface, sir." Arnold sat Scarface down, propping him against the wall, and began to divide and count up the money.

It was after this first night no one questioned who the boss was. It was Scarface, no doubt about it.

[oo]

Newly appointed Commissioner Jim Gordon sighed, rubbing his temples. Five gambling establishments had been robbed blind; one was a small dog fighting pit. While the patrons of that establishment had been stupid enough to call and complain while a fight was going on resulted in over twenty arrested, the facts still remained. A new gang might have moved into Gotham City.

"It was just starting to get quiet with the Joker sent to Arkham." He muttered, reaching for his coffee. A low breeze caught his attention. Looking out the corner of his eye, he noticed his window open. He frowned. I closed that, didn't I? He wondered.

"Commissioner." A low, gruff voice spoke from his right. He jumped, nearly spilling his coffee. He turned, seeing Gotham's dark knight hiding in a shadow.

"You're going to give me a heart attack, friend." Gordon joked, sipping his coffee. "I assumed you know?"

"Five placed robbed, over five-hundred-thousand dollars stolen." Batman muttered. "Sounds like trouble."

"We think a new gang has moved in, but we're not sure. We haven't heard of anyone trying to find new recruits." Gordon sat down his coffee, and flipped open the newspaper. "Unless,"

"Unless?" Batman arched an eyebrow.

"Well, as I'm sure you're aware; three days ago the head of a mafia family was killed in a hit-and-run,"

"Lawrence Wesker." Batman nodded, "you think he had a second?"

"Hard to say, but if they managed to find a new boss, we could be looking at more robberies, drug trafficking and possibly more deaths." Gordon folded up the newspaper and tossed it in the trash. "It's never a dull day in Gotham."

"The nights are never quiet, either." Batman replied. Gordon gave a hollow laugh, draining the coffee from his mug.

"You would know," he turned, only to find Batman gone. Gordon smiled, and closed his eyes.