The Rise of Two-Face Part 2
Not far away, Bane threw a gasoline barrel at Shego. She jumped off the motorcycle, just as it hit the barrel. KA-BOOOMM! The motorcycle blew up in a blast wave of heat and destruction!
Quickly, Shego high-kicked Bane with her acrobatic agility. SLAM! Bane hit the street hard. He was so massive that a giant dent appeared in the ground underneath him.
Inside the building, Drakken tried to get free from the ropes. He struggled hard, and in his desperate attempts to get free Drakken knocked down the barrel with the bomb on top of it. They both ended up on the floor.
Drakken watched as gasoline poured out on the floor. Half of his face lay in the puddle. No doubt about it, this wasn't looking good for Kim Possible's arch-foe.
At that moment, Batman opened the door.
"Get me out of here!" Drakken screamed, never so glad to see a superhero in his life.
With only seconds to spare, Batman cut the ropes. Grabbing his prisoner, he got them outside – and then, just a few steps from the building, the bomb went off!
BOOOOOMMM!
Fire burst out through the walls. Batman was able to shield Drakken from the brunt of the explosion. But the fire still got on to his face and neck, igniting the gasoline he'd been drenched in.
Screaming in pain, Drakken slapped his hands onto his half-burning face, desperately trying to save himself and put out the fire. "AAAAAHHH!" he screamed in pain from the burns.
Not far away, Shego punched Bane in the face. KA-POW! Weakened, battered and bruised, Bane finally fell face down on the street. Too bad for her, Shego never noticed Batman's baterang coming until it had knocked her out cold.
When she woke up, Shego found herself handcuffed and a prisoner; just like Bane. She was eventually taken back to Arkham after helping Batman with Drakken. Getting him to the Upperton hospital, that is.
Batman put Drakken's coin on a table next to the bed, a parting gift from Shego. "She said she wanted you to have it."
After Batman left, Drakken came to. He looked around, seeing that he was restrained in a hospital room. Ignoring the handcuffs chaining him to the bed, Drakken picked up the coin off the table.
"Hmm." He turned it on the other side. There was a scratch mark, maybe from the fire. "Shego gave this to me as a gift, I'll wager she's going to kill me," Drakken laughed.
A nurse came into the room. "Time for your meds, Mr. Drakken."
The nurse's pills were supposed to help with the pain. Drakken had to admit, he could do with something like that right now.
"You'll have to take the rest later," the nurse said, averting her eyes.
"How's my face look?" Drakken demanded, as she took off the cloth bandages to apply some sort of lotion.
"It's, it's not that bad," the nurse said, trying not to make her patient mad.
"Woman, give me a mirror!"
The nurse handed him the mirror. Drakken instantly saw that half his face was black and red, with barely a piece of flesh over his teeth.
"You call this not bad?" he yelled at her. Just before he tossed the meds to the floor, and then threw the mirror at the door. "Get the hell out!"
She ran out the room, scared. Well, who wouldn't be?
Elsewhere, a woman knocked on a dirty and grimy door. Jim, the one surviving goon who had managed to escape from tonight's debacle, opened up the door. "Boss?"
"I've lost Bane," the supervillain known as Poison Ivy said in an icy tone of voice, as she strode into the lair.
"I'm sorry, boss," Jim said nervously. "Uh, I guess no one thought that that Shego chick would prove to be so loyal to Drakken..."
"And yet, she was," Poison Ivy said silkily, staring at her minion; who was still wearing the uniform of Zorpox.
Jim noticed her stare, and quickly yanked the costume off. "Well, at least no one knows it was you who arranged for all this to happen tonight, right? I mean, everyone's going to blame that guy Ron Stoppable, they'll think he's become Zorpox again. Hell, the word on the street is that a couple of the guys are going to try to 'convince' him to give them Kim Possible..."
"I don't care," Poison Ivy said, blissfully ignorant of what her actions this night would soon give birth to: the Joker. "All I care about is that I've lost my poor, dear, Bane." She drifted forward, and puckered her lips. "Give me a kiss."
"NOOOO!" Jim screamed, he knew that was an automatic death sentence. He pulled out a knife, and with the desperation of the doomed he tried to stab her with it; but he was no match for Poison Ivy, who grabbed the weapon and gutted Jim with the knife like a fish.
"Good night, sweet prince," Poison Ivy said, giving him a deadly kiss on the lips anyway.
Jimmy fell face down into a puddle of his own blood. Dead.
Poison Ivy left the lair, already making plans on what to do next concerning Drakken – who would soon enough start calling himself Two-Face.
The End