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thenewoutsiders2014-10-11 05:49 pm
newoutsiders) wrote in thenewoutsiders2014-10-11 05:49 pm
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Enter: Red Hood
Perfect. Absolutely perfect. If there's one thing you can always count on, it's Batman ruining everything. Even when he's who-knows-where, the vacuum he doesn't even realize he's leaving rushes to fill up with garbage.
Two weeks ago, that kid of his kicked Two-Face out of Gotham Harbor. Great. Very nice for the harbor. A parade for Robin. But did he really think that would make things better for the city? Did he think Two-Face was just going to shrug his asymmetric shoulders and go, "Oh well, I guess I'll just take a smaller piece of the pie"?
No. He's going to expand elsewhere. Obviously. And that "elsewhere" is exactly where you don't want him.
After the last big gang war which left Black Mask in charge of everything, you showed up and redistributed. You've spent a long time pushing those dividers. Making crime controlled. Manageable. Keeping it away from the poor, hapless folks who don't go looking for it. And you've been more successful at it than Batman ever was, even with his whole "Matches Malone" shtick.
But now, Two-Face is questioning those borders he was never even meant to see. He's started expanding to racketeering small businesses. Arming otherwise harmless street gangs. And, if the rumors are true, Two-Face's outfit has begun breaking your number one rule: pushing drugs in schools.
It's time to send him a message. That's why you've called this meeting with your lieutenants. They're all waiting for your next move.
One of your men slinks into your conference room, and whispers a message to you. There's been an explosion down at the docks. One of your men, Rusty, has been undercover as a dockworker there. Batgirl was on scene- he didn't say which one. So many bats to keep track of these days. Rusty fired at her, but she got away. He did say that a tanker full of some weird, orange chemical arrived there and was driven away off the books, but then the explosion happened, and the guy who waved it out is laid up in the hospital.
Two weeks ago, that kid of his kicked Two-Face out of Gotham Harbor. Great. Very nice for the harbor. A parade for Robin. But did he really think that would make things better for the city? Did he think Two-Face was just going to shrug his asymmetric shoulders and go, "Oh well, I guess I'll just take a smaller piece of the pie"?
No. He's going to expand elsewhere. Obviously. And that "elsewhere" is exactly where you don't want him.
After the last big gang war which left Black Mask in charge of everything, you showed up and redistributed. You've spent a long time pushing those dividers. Making crime controlled. Manageable. Keeping it away from the poor, hapless folks who don't go looking for it. And you've been more successful at it than Batman ever was, even with his whole "Matches Malone" shtick.
But now, Two-Face is questioning those borders he was never even meant to see. He's started expanding to racketeering small businesses. Arming otherwise harmless street gangs. And, if the rumors are true, Two-Face's outfit has begun breaking your number one rule: pushing drugs in schools.
It's time to send him a message. That's why you've called this meeting with your lieutenants. They're all waiting for your next move.
One of your men slinks into your conference room, and whispers a message to you. There's been an explosion down at the docks. One of your men, Rusty, has been undercover as a dockworker there. Batgirl was on scene- he didn't say which one. So many bats to keep track of these days. Rusty fired at her, but she got away. He did say that a tanker full of some weird, orange chemical arrived there and was driven away off the books, but then the explosion happened, and the guy who waved it out is laid up in the hospital.
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"Get lost, loser," he says.
"Yeah, don't call us, we'll call you," another chimes in. "Can you believe this guy? Asking us for a fuckin' handout?"
"Hey, it's a tough economy out there," the third guy says.
First guy: "I'll drink to that."
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It's getting late now. You should get ready for your date with Darin and Lydia.
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He heads back to his apartment, pulls out his suit. Black fabric, red lining, not too shabby in general. He takes a few to undo his disguise from earlier, ditching the fake piercings and dyeing the streaks back to the natural black before applying his mask.
He knows the weapons policy, and more importantly, knows the game well enough to know not to push it. He doesn't pack any weapons, just his phone, a lighter and a pack of smokes - he'll be there a while.
It feels damn weird, to go completely weaponless. He's usually always got a holster or something. Christ, he keeps a knife in the shower and under his pillow just in case. Now? He'd even taken out the flashbomb fake tooth to make sure. He's got nothing.
And the new getup just adds to the surreality. Mixing the suit with the hood and mask, especially given - the history. He'd chosen the name pretty intentionally, his own little reclamation. But he'd redesigned it just as intentionally, too.
Still, it's his own. And it's just for a night. He doesn't like the whole monkey suit deal, but he'd put up with enough bullshit events as Bruce Wayne's adoptive son to learn to live with it.
The ringing of his phone interrupts his reverie.