Mob Boss Meeting
"The hell you say…you didn't set this up?"
"I thought it was you east side losers. You already rolled over the Black Mask and figured you were going to ask us in."
"Rolled over? The mask wiped out six of my crew in a month. Six! Some of my best people."
The hell with this! I'm gone. If you brain donors want to hang around-"
"Sit down, Freddie." A voice came from above. The dealers looked up to see a figure in the shadows on the upper-level. "It's my meeting."
"it's him!"
"Batman?"
"We didn't do nothing."
The figure then walked out of the shadows. He was wearing a red helmet and a biker outfit. In his hand was a gun. An AK-47. "Well, we all know that's a lie."
"Who the hell are you?" One of the dealers asked as everyone pulled out a pistol.
"Smoke him!" Another shouted. Before anyone could shoot, the man in the red helmet fired at them, sending rapid bullets hit the table and the people jumped down, covering their heads.
"I said, sit down!" The man shouted once he stopped shooting.
"You want to die? There's easier ways to kill yourself!" The dealer that the man called 'Freddie' shouted up at him.
"Yeah, like yelling at the guy who's carrying the AK-47." The man then held the gun up and leaned against the railing. "Listen up, you drug peddling scumbags. I will be running the drug trade from now on. You will go on business as usual and kick up forty percent to me. That's a much sweeter deal than what Black Mask sent to you. In return, you will have protection from both Black Mask and Batman. But you will stay away from kids and school yards. No dealing to children, got it? If you do…you're dead."
"Okay, crazy man. This is all really generous but why the hell should we listen to you?" Another dealer asked. The man tossed a duffle bag on the table and when the dealers looked inside their curious looks turned into horror at the sights.
"Those are the heads of all your lieutenants. That took me two hours. You wanna see what I can get done in a whole evening?" The man then held up the AK-47 at the dealers again. "Make no mistakes! I'm not asking you to kick in with me! I'm telling you."
Bullets were suddenly flying again and the dealers ducked to protect themselves. By the time the shooting stopped, the dealers look up to see the man in the red helmet was no longer there. Two of the men looked at each other.
"Forty percent works for me."
(Gotham Clock Tower)
"WHOOHOO!"
Batman watched as his sidekick, Robin, flew past him with his jet pack strapped on. They were on the rooftops of Gotham's clock tower. Sometimes Batman patrolled even when he wasn't really aware of any danger. Even though he kept his face emotionless he was smiling on the inside as he watched his adopted son.
"Batman, watch this!" Robin called, preparing to do a trick. Suddenly, out of nowhere a blur zoomed past Robin that would've knocked him out of the sky if he didn't have his jet pack on.
"Whoa, what was that?" He asked, looking in the direction the blur had vanished. Batman knew it was not something he had seen before. He couldn't help but feel that something was going to happen.