Gotham city: home to the largest and strangest criminal underworld in the country of America, by many standards. The brazen arrogance many displayed was an infuriating part of the GCPD daily life, but they always needed probable cause to arrest one, and there usually wasn’t one until the batman handed evidence, or the criminals on a silver platter.
The criminal that had been troubling them the most recently was not the joker, for he had been absent for several days into the heat wave. The penguin had always been open about what he had done, but without a smoking gun, no arrests, and he usually had enough money to pay bail. At this point in time, he was stationed at his ship, the Final Offer, and holding his annual boiler deck fights. The deal was simple: fight and potentially kill others for the amusement of others, get money and maybe a gun out of the deal, if you survive. The fights had a big draw, several determined criminals trying to prove their worth.
Little did they know that they were soon to receive a very powerful, unwanted guest.
The penguin gave his trademark cackle, watching with two eyes, one obscured by a broken bottle
“Well, looks like we got a winner for round one, get this ugly mess outta here!” he shouts, as the bleeding man is dragged away by the winner. The fight was unfair, of course, but the penguin’s gang rarely cared for such a trivial formality
“Now, this truly breaks me ‘eart, lads…but all of ya really can’t fight for shit… why can’t you get me a sodding fight! Worf watching at least!” he snarls, as another pair is set up, this one with another large sword and an axe. However, before the fight could begin, a haunting laugh echoed through the boiler deck, and a mechanical voice echo throughout the room
“worf watching at least” the voice called from above
“whut-oo said that?” the midget shouted, looking around at the criminal stupid enough to mock a Cobblepot in his own house
The figure was high in the rafters, watching calmly…he could see their heat…their fear…these ones were prey in numbers, to goad the bigger game into a battle. His veil dropped, and the hunter revealed himself. The prey didn’t seem too surprised, and the tiny one scoffed
“Well…looks like the batman decided to ruin our fun! Show ‘im why the boila deck fights belong to the penguin!” he bellows, as several of them surround the area he was, another two aiming assault rifles at him.
His piercing eyes…they revealed the weapons were no harm to him, at least… not a trained elite like himself… dropping down, the others were taken aback at his impressive size…and powerful, scaled flesh… but they would not be deterred.
A smile on its invisible face, the warrior revealed two curved blades on the left and right hands. The attackers headed towards him with a single-mindedness expected from cattle to the slaughter…and a slaughter it was
The attacks they made either failed to connect, or were taken with no effect. These criminals were used to facing the batman, and expected to walk out alive. This warrior tore hands from arms, heads from bodies, and sliced others to ribbons. When some had the brains to retreat, a large man, around 8 feet tall, looked at the 7’6” intruder, and readied himself to fight. Whoever this opponent was, he clearly wasn’t fighting fair. Scans made while dodging his attacks revealed elctro-shock gloves, a concealed pistol, and a shotgun, all ready to be used.
A foolish attempt at preservation…but the blood pumping through the hunter’s veins made it worth the danger. As the brute lumbered towards him, a net was decided, and the weapon pinned the ape to a wall, before mechanisms on the ends constricted and tightened the grip on him, the razor sharp, burning metal slicing through his flesh, cooking him alive. Starting to run, they would find no sanctuary… the little one was not a good prey. No weapons, no spine…he would live.
That is what would have happened, if the concealed pistol inside it had remained concealed. Not bothering a scan, the beast was aggravated by a loud FFFFFT! And a piece of metal pinging against his armor. Turning around, looking over the freakish man, he drew his wrist blades, and claimed two trophies. There were other heat signatures…should they fight, they would die
After an ‘anonymous tip-off’ sent a GCPD swat team to the Final Offer. Knowing the penguin, they arrived with weapons and armor, heading towards the boiler deck, as the multiple banners indicated there was a gladiatorial tourney going on there. Expecting to hear vulgar hoots and shouting, officer Stevenson kept the safety of his weapon off. Entering the boiler deck, the team was surprised to see…nothing
There was no light, and while there were sounds of others within the ship, nothing was overt. The floor was wet, and one other officer complained loudly, “damn! Smells like croc’s cell back at blackgate, right?” this insight was rewarded with a stern look, “shut up, Starnes…we just need to find the penguin, and arrest his ugly ass…soon as miles gets back with the generator”
As if on cue, the lights all kicked up…there were no words spoken, as all of the men were too horrified with what they had seen, Starnes had actually thrown up, seeing his partially digested lunch mixing with the blood and viscera already on the floor
“g…get commissioner Gordon on the line…we might have a bigger problem”