Batman/Triage X Issue 1

DC Comics and Shoji Sato present
===Batman/Triage X Issue 1#
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===Dark Operation Part 1
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By MrPacheco101
Disclamer: All characters belong to their respected copyright owners,
==Chapter 1.1==
“Help me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
A young woman is seen running wildly in the cold streets of Gotham, her long brunet hair is in a wild mess; a man is seen not far behind running wildly also. Swaying from side to side, his arms dangling, and his widen brown eyes has something different something…wild.
“Hey baby where ya
goin!? I thought we were havin a party !?” He said with an insane look, his long pink tongue dangles from his mouth.
The woman looks back and screams in terror. “God help me!” She yells as she turns direction, heading towards the dark alleyway. The young woman knocks over a trash can- the rats and possums scurried out of their trashy home- causing her trip a little before regaining her footing. Running, the woman wonders when will this scary person ever give up in this seemingly endless dark passage.
“Stop running you stupid, little cunt and come give daddy a rub ‘n tug! Ahahahahaha!” The main said maniacally as he begins to sputter out vulgar statements.
The woman wanted to look back, but her mind kept telling her to look straight ahead. “Must keep running…must last as much as I can.” She thought, running across the muddy puddles. The woman then came to an abrupt stop. There stood a tall, red brick wall. “Trapped.” She said under her breath. The woman heard footsteps slowly coming from behind; she turns around and sees the man slowly walking towards her. His body covered by the shadows.
“There’s no where to run baby doll.” The main said calmly, his silver glasses gleaming in the pale moonlight.
The woman slowly starts to walk backwards until she felt the touch of the cold, redbrick wall. “Please (sob) you don’t have to do this.” She pleaded, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. The man stares at her blankly for a minute, then a sinister smile appeared on his face. “ I’m sorry sweetheart but there’s no pleading mercy in this world. I’m sad to say this but your pretty pink cunt belongs to me!” He said licking his lips in a lustful manner while walking towards her. The woman slowly reaches behind for something, grabbing a small canister in her left pocket. “Come to me!” He said reaching his hand out. “Take this!” The woman pulls out a small black canister of pepper spray and sprays it all over the man’s eyes. “Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh” He screamed out as he puts his hands over his eyes. The man withered in pain for several crucial minutes, knocking garbage bags out until suddenly…. He starts to giggle. “mph….. HeheheheheheheheheheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!” then it changed to a maniacal laugh, causing the woman to shudder in fear. He removed his hands revealing his eyes to be blood shot red.
“That didn’t hurt. That didn’t hurt at all. Not one FUCKING bit!” The man creamed, victorious.
The woman tries to make a break for it, but the man grabs her and slams her against the wall. He grabs both of her arms and holds them very tight. “You’re not going any where! Now let daddy give you a kiss .” The man presses his lips hard against the womens’, slipping his long pink tongue into her gaping mouth. “Hurk” Gagged the woman as she sucks up the man’s nasty breath. The man rips open the woman’s yellow shirt, revealing her voluptuous breast. “ Nooooooooo!!!!!!” The woman screams as the sadistic pervert gropes her large breasts. “Scream all you want bitch cuz ain’t no one gonna hear ya! You’re all mine kehehehehehe.” The man said gleefully as he slowly begins to unzip his pants. The woman’s eyes were soon overwhelmed with fear.
A large shadow soon engulfs the two.
“Let her go.” A deep male voice demanded. “Says who?” The man said, turning his head around. Batman: The Dark Knight is seen towering over the strung-up man. His strong, broad shoulders covered by a long, black cape and his piercing white eyes seems to stare into the man’s inner soul.
“Well if it isn’t the Bat.” The man said.
“ Let her go and there won’t be any problems.” Batman said bluntly.
The man throws the woman to the side. “Tsk. Sorry Bat-Brain but I’m not afraid of anymore!” He then pulls out a Glock out of his pants and fires two shots. Batman swiftly dodges them both and throws a batarang, knocking the Glock out of the man’s hand. The Dark Knight then charges forward at the man and knees him hard in the stomach, catching him off guard. The man holds right to his stomach, as if he was in a great amount of pain… then, the man started to laugh again.
“Hahahahahahaha. That didn’t hurt one bit Batman. I am invincible!” He yelled out in pride. The man pulls out a long switchblade. “Die!” He swiftly charges at his enemy, catching him off guard and cutting his arm. “Gah.” Batman winces in pain and steps away from him. The man attacks the Dark Knight again, but he dodges the attack with ease. The man constantly starts to attack Batman, leading him to dodge the man’s attack time after time. “Quit acting like a pussy and fight!” The man demanded as he swings his blade. Batman grabs the knife-wielding arm mid0way “Huh” He then twists it counter clockwise causing the man to wince in pain, dropping the blade. Batman elbows him right in the back and uppercuts him in the chin, knocking down to the ground. He lay there motionless for a few moments before popping up again. “ You hit like a fucking f-g! I swear my ma-“ Before the man could finish, Batman slams his foot into his face-crushing his face in- knocking him out unconscious. The man lay there with a severely broken nose and a couple of missing teeth.
The Dark Knight looks at the young woman who was huddling in the fetal position. Batman rips the man’s jacket off of him and walks towards the distraught young woman, wrapping it around her body to keep warm. She turns her head and spots Batman standing before her. “You had a rough night. Go get some rest.” He said. The young woman nods her head. She gets up and walks away.
20 minutes later the police arrive on the scene to arrest the man.
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Commissioner James Gordon is staring into a rectangular window at Gotham City Police Station. On the other side Detective Harvey Bullock is seen interrogating the man from earlier. Pointing his finger and slamming his fist on the table, but the man simply stared at him- his nose wrapped in a temporary bandage-not moving a single muscle. The door next to the window opens. Commissioner Gordon turns his head to the side and sees Bullock coming out.
“Anything?” The Commissioner asked.
Bullock shakes his head from side to side in disappointment. “Nothing.” He said
Gordon rubs his forehead in frustration. “This is the 13th case this month. We need to get this “Rage” stuff off the street before this whole town goes nuts.” He said frustrated. “I know Commissioner we’re trying out best. “ Harvey said, reassuring Gordon. “Sources tell me that his’ dealer knows who gets the supplies. We’re trying to coerce him into telling us the location, but no luck.” Bullock and Gordon both stare at the other side where the man is seen lighting up a cigarette.
“It’s going to be long night.” Gordon said, flexing his shoulders.
Yeah. I’m gonna go get some coffee. You want any?” Asked the portly detective asked.
“No thanks I had enough caffeine for the day.” Replied James.
“Eh. Suite yourself.” Bullock said as he left the perimeter.
Gordon takes a deep breath before warming up all of his muscles.
“Anything yet?” A deep voice said.
Surprised, Gordon jumps out of his skin before turning around to see who was behind him. Revealing his presence, Batman slowly comes out of the shadows. “Geeze. Don’t you ever give anyone a heads up before you drop by?” The elderly man asked while fixing up his glasses. “It’s a habit. Found anything yet?” Batman asked while staring at the window. “Police identified him as Mitchelle Mayo.” Gordon said.
“Mitchelle Mayo? The Condiment King?” Batman asked.
The Commissioner nodded his head in agreement. “Sad to say. He was once a low-profile criminal and now… he’s a high-strung junkie. How low can you go?” Gordon said with little sympathy. Batman merely stares at the window. “Sources say that his dealer knows who personally supplies the drug in Gotham. We’re trying to get the information out of him, but with no progress.” Gordon added.
“Let me in there.” Batman said calmly.
“You sure about that?” Commissioner Gordon asked.
“Positive. I’ll get the info you need, just wait right here.” He said as he opens the door to the other side.
Mitchelle takes another puff of his cigarette; he’s been in here for several hours. His nerves are now unhinged, making him very nervous. The door suddenly closes, breaking the moment of silence the junkie had. Batman then walks in front of him. His piercing white eyes glare into the junkies’ bloodshot ones. “Where’s he at?” Batman asked bluntly. Mitchelle remained silent.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way I’m getting the information I need.” He said calmly.
Mitchelle finishes his cigarette and looks at the Dark Knight. “Read my lips.” He said. Mitchelle gets up from his seat puts his face closer to his nemesis. “Fuck you.” Mitchelle calmly takes his seat. A small smirk appears on Batman’s face.
“If you say so.” He said before knocking the entire table upside down. Batman grabs Mitchelle by the collar and slams to the wall. “Answer the question.” He demanded. The low-class criminal smirked. “Like I said before I’m not telling you anything.” Mitchelle said, spitting in Batman’s face. Batman gives him a vicious glare before throwing him and slamming him against another wall. “Last chance.” The detective said calmly. “Heh. You know I use to be afraid of you, but ever since I become addicted to this stuff. I finally realize how ridiculous you are.” Mitchelle said while, spitting out blood. Batman grabs his wrist and twists it, causing him to flinch.
“If you don’t tell me now Mitchelle. I’m going to break every little finger, nice and slow.” He said coldly.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Replied Mitchelle.
“We’ll see.” Batman said. He grabs Mitchelle’s pinky finger and slowly twist it around, causing a huge surge in it’s nerve and some cracking noises. The low class criminal tries to endure the pain as the Dark Knight twits his pink more and more.
Finally he couldn’t take it.
“OKAY! I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Just let go of me please!” He begged. A slight grin appears on the Dark Knight’s face as he let’s go of his nemesis’s fingers. The door opens with Batman coming out. “Did you get that?” He asked the Commissioner. James nodded his head in agreement. “Good. Send your men in 20 minutes.” Batman said as he walks away. “Why?” asked James. Batman turns around and says.
“I have some business to take care of.”
==Chapter 1.2==
A huge party is going down in the ghetto streets of Gotham. All the minority hoodlum, wannabe gangsters, low-life street punks, and common street-hussies are gathering around the home of Gotham 5th Ward leading drug supplier Jonathan “John” Cantaloni. All the minor drug dealers chill in the main hall drinking beer, trying the latest drugs, and fucking all the tightest sluts at the party.
“Here try some of this shit. Got this all the way from Colombia.” John passes a small bag of pure- white cocaine to the man sitting in front of him.
The man opens up the bag and pours a little on the glass table; he then cuts it up into several small lines with a razor and snorts it up. He closes his eyes and put’s his head back as the white-powder entered his system. “God damn!” The man said as he relaxes his body. “That’s some good shit.”
John grinned in satisfaction of his client’s approval and snorts the other white line; his entire face squints and his body shakes slightly as the white line hits the spot. The dealer then calms. “What did I say Ricky. I always get the best.” He said with a smirk. “Indeed you do John.” Ricky said, his eyes bloodshot red. A scantly clad woman with long blonde hair walks up to John and sits right next to him. “Hey honey, looking for a good time.” She said coolly, tracing her fingers seductively over his chest. Hinting the signal, john caresses the woman silky, mocha colored cheeks. “You bet.” He said with a smirk. The woman licks her lips in anticipation; she puts a piece of paper inside John’s left pocket and whispers something in his ear. She gives him a kiss on the cheek and walks away. Ricky looks in sheer aw over the speciation.
“It’s all in the game Ricky.” John said with pride, catching his friend’s attention. Ricky chuckled at his friends’ comment.
“So I heard you’re the main guy that’s been selling the Rage stuff.” Ricky commented.
“Indeed I do.” Admitted John. “It’s cheap, fine quality, and it keeps selling out like hot peanuts. But heed my advice Ricky, don’t do that shit.” He said, pointing his finger.
“Why?” The dark skinned man asked.
“Have you seen the news?” John said. “People attacking random people on the street for no reason while strung-up on that shit. Hell 5 people were killed by SWAT just because they believe that can’t feel a thing!” He added.
“Good point.” Ricky said.
“I’m not trying to attract attention. I have business to take care. Especially if he’s still around.” John spitefully said, Ricky nodded his head in agreement.
All of a sudden, Batman burst out of the window, causing everyone to look into the direction of the noise. “It’s the Batman!” John creamed as he pulls out a MAC-20, the rest of the drug dealers soon pull out their own gun and starts spraying the room. The crowd of people ran drastically in every direction, hoping not to get in the crossover. Batman dodges the hail fire and quickly throws three batarangs. Knocking the guns off of the dealer’s hands. Batman quickly dashes and roundhouse kicks the guy in the left in the face; he quickly recovers and uppercuts the guy standing next to his comrade in the chin. Batman then grabs the third man and throws him to John Cantaloni- who was firing frantically at nothing- knocking them both on the ground. Batman then grabs the other two and slams their heads together, knocking them both unconscious.
Batman quickly turns around and sees Ricky trying to take a swing at him; the detective dodges to the left and punches the man straight in the stomach. He then slams his elbow on the man’s back and throws him against the wall, slumping onto the ground: unconscious.
Click
Batman turns around finds Cantaloni pointing his MAC-10 at him with a wild grin on his face.
“Not this time bozo.”
All of a sudden a small red objects comes flying in, knocking the MAC-10 out of his hand. John turns to see where the object came from; Robin appears out of the crashed window, holding another red razor boomerang. John turns his head again and sees Batman right in front him. The Dark Knight punches the drug dealer hard in the face, knocking him down on the ground.
“Thanks for the save.” He said
“No problem.” Replied Robin.
Batman walks up towards the groaning drug dealer and picks him up by the collar. He then slams him against the couch.
“Talk.” Batman demanded.
“About what?” John asked.
“Tell me who supplies the Rage around here?” Replied Batman.
“Heh. I ain’t telling you shit.” John said, confident.
Batman gives him a cold stare before grabbing the dealer by the collar. He then slams the dealer’s face into the glass table, shattering it into a million pieces. John screams in agony as the glass shards cut his face. ”Ouch” Replied Robin. Batman pulls the dealer’s head back by the hair.
“Tell me and I promise you that your face will be the only thing be placed in a cast tonight.” Batman said coldly, pulling the dealer’s hair.
“Okay I’ll talk.” John wimpered. “It’s the Black Mask. He’s the one that’s be getting the Rage supply.” He blurted out. Batman pulls his head back more, causing the dealer to wince in pain. “Where is he getting it from?” He asked. “He’s getting it from these guys in this place in Japan called Tobioka. They ship it to him every two months. That’s all I know.” John pleaded. Batman pulls the dealer’s head back even more, causing him to groan in agony.
“You’re lying.” He said, twisting the dealer’s hair.
“Okay. Okay. From what I heard Black Mask is taking a flight there tomorrow to discuss something with head of the suppliers in Japan about widening the Rage’s international trade.” John said quickly. “Now please let me go.” He sobbed. “As you wish.” Replied Batman. He lets go of the man’s hair and knocks him unconscious. “Geeze. You sure know how to make ‘em squeal Bats.” Robin said. “The police will be arriving here soon. Make sure to tie them up so they won’t escape.” Batman ordered his young ward as he steps outside. “What?” Robin is confused on the statement. “Why?” He asked. Batman turns around and says. “Because I said so.” Before blending into the night.
“Hard case much?” Robin wondered.
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Halfway across the globe another group is patrolling the streets in the midnight skies, Eradicating crime in the proud city Tobioka with swift precision.
Two men holding AK-47s are seen guarding the entrance of a seemingly normal looking building. Black Label member Oriha Nashida is sitting on top of a tree branch several kilometers away from the building, spying on the 2 men with her binocular.
“ There’s only 2 of them guarding the place from the outside. Take the shot Minnie Mouse!” She said cheerfully on the intercom.
BL member Miki Tsurugi aims her sniper rifle at one of the men, lying down on her stomach in the cold concrete rooftop flooring 200 meters away from the building. “Heard you loud and clear.” She said. Miki then pulls the trigger.
“Urk.” The bullet hits the man in the side of head killing him instantly. He dropped to the ground instantly. “Huh?” Before the other guard could react, he gets shot square in the forehead. Dropping dead on the ground.
“All clear.” Miki responded.
“All righty! Miko and Rasher it’s all clear for both of you to move in!” Oriha said while pointing her finger at the building.
Black Label member Mikoto Kiba is seen sitting on her red motorcycle, revving up the engine while her partner Arashi Mikami- his face covered up by his motorcycle helmet- is sitting in the back. “Got it.” Mikoto said over the intercom. “Time to move Arashi.” She told her partner. Arashi cocks his gun before responding. “Alright he said.
Inside the building a group of several men are seen loading up boxes filled with the Rage drug inside the carrier of an 18-wheeler truck parked in the back.
“Come on. Hurry it up! We got to ship this stuff by tonight.” Said the bald man in the white suit. The rest of the group shifts into high gear, stacking the boxes in whatever available space they can find.
All of a sudden the front door entrance burst wide open.
The men turn around and see a Mikoto and Arashi driving a red motorcycle into the building. “It’s them!” One of them yells. All of the men pull out their firearms and aim them at the vigilantes. Mikoto presses hard on the brakes- causing the vehicle to swirl to the side before stopping- She pulls out her revolver and fires three shots, hitting three of the men in the head, killing them instantly. Arashi pulls out his twin pistols Long Slide and Knuckles, and shoots out a hail of bullets at the four men in the back. Killing them all. The rest of the men fire their weapons, causing Arashi and Mikoto to hide behind a crate from the hail fire.
“Fucking Christ! I didn’t know there was going to be this many!” Mikoto said as she reloads her revolver.
“Oriha said the computer room would be in the back and to the right.” Arashi replied. “Go there and get the information we need.” The young man loads a clip into one of his pistols.
“What about the guys shooting at us!?” Mikoto asked. Arashi looks at her within the ironclad helmet. “I’ll take care of them. Just go” He said calmly. Kiba’s cheeks blushed slightly before turning back to normal. “Fine. Just don’t die okay!” She said angrily before leaving. Arashi then steps out into the open.
“There he is! Kill him!” The man in the white suit ordered.
The rest of them aim their gun at Arashi and open fire. The youth is suddenly caught by a hail of lead-hitting him everywhere on his body- causing his body to jitter and shake from the bullet’s stopping power. Soon, it all came to a stop. The men wasted their entire clip one person, who was standing in a cloud of smoke from the gunfire. “Is he dead?” One of them asked. The smoke begins to clear up, revealing Arashi’s body has barley been scathed by the gunfire. “Jesus fucking Christ.” The man in the white suit exclaimed. Arashi pulls out his twin pistols and open fire.
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Mikoto kicks the door to the computer room wide open, causing the three men inside to look back. The three men try to grab their gun, but it was too late. Mikoto pulled out her pistol earlier and shot one of them in the head, the other in chest, and the last in the eye killing them instantly. Mikoto walks to one of the blood-spattered computer and puts a flash drive in. She then starts typing on the keyboard. “Come on…where the hell are you.” She said typing furiously, trying to find some vital information on the machine. “Got it!” A smirk appears on her face as she adds the file she wanted onto the flash; Mikoto then presses enter and pulls the flash drive out.
…
The entire room lays in a bloody mess. The group of men here before now lay motionless and riddled with bullets from a long, bloody battle. All accept the man in the white suit, who was lying against one of the crates mortally wounded. Arashi walks up to the severely wounded man.
“H-hey. If you let me go I promise I won’t say anything.” He pleaded.
Arashi aimed his gun point blank at the man’s face. “ Hitoshi Koriyama, you have been labeled as a malgiment tumor. Deemed incurable and must be eliminated.” He said coldly.
“No please I-“ Before the man could finish; a bullet is lodged in his head killing him instantly. Arashi stares blankly into the dead man’s eyes. “Boy you sure know how to make a mess.” A voice said. Arashi turns around and sees Mikoto standing with a flash drive in her hand. Arashi pulls the helmet off his head, revealing his short-brown hair and his emotionless face. “ It’s my job.” He replied.
“Yeah well you could’ve gotten yourself killed.” Mikoto said worriedly as she fiddles with her long silver hair.
“But I got this.” Arashi said, pulling on his red-black jacket.
“Ugh… Never mind.” She said, frustrated while Arashi is left confused on the situation.
“Sayo how’s the back?” Mikoto said on the intercom.
BL member Sayo Hitsugi is standing in a bloody pile of broken, mangled corpses outside in the back of the building. “All clear.” She said brushing her blue hair.
“Affirmative. We got the information stored and the area is all clear Oriha.” Mikoto said. “Okey Dokey Miko! The explosives are gonna go off in a few minute so hurry up!” The young girl said in a high pitch voice. “We’re heading out right now, over and out.” Mikoto confirm as she hops on her motorbike. “What do you mean by never mind?” Arashi asked. “Who cares!? Just shut up and get in the back. This fucking place is about to blow any minute.” The silver-haired girl yelled. Arashi becomes silent and gets on the motorbike. The two youngsters then drive out into the cold-dark night. In a matter of moments the entire building explodes like a huge, extravagant firework display. The orange flames burn into the purple midnight sky. Mikoto and Arashi are seen driving along a winding road.
Tonight was a long night for all of them, but the Triage must continue on.
==Chapter 1.3==
In a private airfield, a slim private jet is seen up and running on the landing strip. A group of men coming from Japanese decent in black suit- all lead by a tall and slim figure man with black hair tied in a ponytail- stand in wait by the aircraft; a black limo is heading towards the jet plane. The men look and see the vehicle park next to the aircraft. The doors open and two men in grey suits come out of the car followed by… the Black Mask: The kingpin of Gotham’s criminal underworld. One of the Japanese men looks in awe and shock from seeing the crime lord’s morbid, black skull-face. The man with the ponytail walks toward the skull-face man.
“Are you the one called Black Mask?” The man said with a thick accent.
“Yeah.” The crime lord bluntly said. “And you must be…”
“Ryouta Sato at your service.” The man replied, bowing down his head. “It’s a long flight to Japan so if you please…” Ryouta points to the jet’s direction. Black Mask obliges and gets on the jet-followed by a couple of his men- Ryouta soon follows him inside. The jet then flies into the crystal blue sky.
Black Mask and Ryouta are seen sitting on tan leather-clad seats inside the passenger area decorated in Japanese culture. The stewardess gives the two men a glass of fine charadne.
“As a representative of Mr. Kaneko, it is a fine honor to be working with you in order to expand both of our organizations reaches.” Sato said, raising his glass for a toast.
“Yes.” The crime lord said, toasting his host.
“As you may know Mr. Kaneko has labs located all over-“ Before Ryouta could finish Black Mask interrupts him.
“As much as I like to hear about your boss’s operation. Myself and my organization have a policy in keeping vital information low-profile.” Black Mask said properly.
“Oh, and why is that?” Ryouta wondered.
“ Because… he may be listening.” He said, his fist began to curl-up.
“Who’s he?” The Japanese asked.
“The Batman.” Black Mask explained. “He’s been a thorn on my side for years. Destroying my drug rings, prostitution, and stealing some valuable assets of mine.” The crime lord eyes flared up as he talks about his sworn nemesis.
“Oh my. Well rests assure Mr. Mask that there will be no troubles in this trip, especially from a man who thinks he’s a bat.” Ryouta said while taking a sip of his charadne.
“Heh. Don’t get so cocky. He’s more than meets the eye, so I suggest your boss hold to his assets while he still got the chance.” He said, leaning towards Ryouta.
The Japanese man stares at the crime boss with his brown eyes. “ As I said before there’s nothing to worry about. Back in my town we have some… vigilantes that cause problem for my superior, but I don’t think they’ll be bothering us during the meeting.” Replied Ryouta. Black Mask snarled and lies back against the seat.
“I don’t give a damn about a bunch of amateurs. What I’m worry about is if the Bats is watching us.” He said, gripping the handle.
Ryouta chuckled over his guest’s paranoia. “Relax Mr. Mask. The organization I work with makes sure that none of our secrets get into the wrong hand, so there is nothing to worry about.” He takes another sip of his charadne. “Drink up. You look tense.” Ryouta said with a grin.
Unbeknownst to Ryouta, a homing device is secretly hidden under his collar. Tracking there every movement.
Meanwhile in the Bat Cave- a secret cave located in a underground cavern underneath the Wayne Manor- Bruce Wayne aka Batman is sitting in his chair, tracking the airplane’s movements on the Bat computer system. Batman’s faithful butler Alfred Pennyworth walks behind of the Dark Knight holding a tray with a pot of tea and two cups.
“ Tea sir?” The butler offered
“No thank you Alfred.” Batman said. The red dot on the computer indicates the plane is now heading towards the Pacific Ocean. “ Black Mask will arrive in Japan in 48 hours.” He confirmed.
“You’ve been working quite hard in the past few weeks Master Bruce.” Alfred said as he puts the tray to the side. “ Might I suggest taking a rest within that time frame? “ He suggested.
“ There’s no rest for the wicked Alfred…” Replied Bruce. “And besides I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about.” He reassured his trusty aid.
“Let’s hope so sir. Oh… by the way the scan results for the components found inside the Rage just arrived.” Alfred said as a reminder. He reaches inside his pocket and grabs a piece of paper, giving it to his master.
Bruce takes the piece of paper and looks at it. “Hmm… Tetracyline, Mafenied, Peniciline. So far most of the chemicals found here come from components found in medicine and antibiodics.” He said, looking at most of the chemicals found in the paper. “Whoever is making the drug must have some strong connections.” Bruce predicted.
“Indeed, sir.” Alfred said.
“I must get there and follow Black Mask to the meeting with the Rage suppliers. I might get some valuable information to stop this drug once and for all.” Bruce said to himself.
Bruce gets up off his chair and puts on his mask. “ Have the Batplane up and ready. I’ll be leaving here in the next few hours.” He ordered. “Right away sir.” Replied Alfred.
“Sounds like you need some help.” A voice said.
Batman turns to see where the voice is coming from and sees Robin appearing out of the shadows. “Shouldn’t you be on patrol?” the Dark Knight asked.
“Just finished an hour ago, so I dropped by to say hi.” Replied the boy wonder. “But then I overheard your conversation about following the Black Mask and want to offer you my help, Just in case things get a little sticky.” The young lad said.
“I appreciate the offer Tim, but I must decline.” Batman flatly said as he walks past his young ward.
“Huh, why?” Robin asked.
“I need someone to watch Gotham while I’m gone.” He explained.” And besides… I already have someone in mine.”
“Oh… and who is that?” Robin wondered.
“That would be me short stuff.” A voice taunted. Robin turns to the side and sees his ally Nightwing leaning next to the wall.
“Dick!? How come He gets to go!?” Complained the Boy Wonder. Nightwing walks towards the young hero.
“Cause the old man and I go way back.” Explained Nightwing. “And it’s pretty obvious you’re too young to handle a mission like this.” He said with a smirk as he pats the young hero on the back.
“ Hey I can handle whate-“ “Silence!” Before Robin could finish his sentence, Batman silenced him. “ I don’t have time to hear you two quarrel among each other. We have a mission to do.” He said in a serious tone before walking off.
“That’s my queue, see ya bird boy!” Nightwing said before chasing after his mentor. “Wait for me!” He cried out.
Robin stood there alone for a couple of moments before Alfred stood next to him. “Cheer up Master Drake, maybe next time.” The butler said, patting on the young man’s shoulder. “I can hang too also.” The boy whimpered before putting his head down in sorrow.
…
Meanwhile inside a secret meeting room hidden within the walls of Mochizuki General Hospital, Black Label members of Team Ampoule Zero and One: Yuko Sagiri, Sayo Hitsugi, Sayo Tsurugi, Mikoto Kiba, Arashi Mikami, and Oriha Nashida are seen seating on the fine furniture laid inside the room. Two figures arrive inside the meeting room, revealing themselves to be the blonde haired chairman of Mochizuki General Hospital Fiona Ran Winchester who is reeling the elderly and wheelchair-bound Dr. Masamune Mochizuki- the founder of the hospital and the Black Label Organization- to the meeting center. All of the members looked at the doctor’s direction once he arrived.
“I would like to congratulate all of you for a job well done.” Dr. Mochizuki said aloud. A smile of relief then appears on all of the Black Label member faces.
“Arashi. Mikoto.” The doctor went on.
“Yes.” They both said in union.
“You both did an excellent job out there tonight. That was some excellent teamwork.” Replied Mochizuki with a smile.
“Thank you sir.” They said in union again. A small glint of joy appeared within their eyes.
“As you may know this is the 6th lab we destroyed in the past couple of months in order to contain the spreading of the so-called “Platinum Lily” disease caused my Mr. Kaneko and his corrupt industry.” The doctor began. “Luckily it was also the lab that contained the information we need to eradicate this disease from our peaceful city.”
Fiona continued from where Dr. Mochizuki left off. “Thanks to Mikoto, the information we obtain state that there will be a meeting between Mr. Kaneko and a international dealer tomorrow at the Tobioka Harbor, probably to discuss expanding the import of the drug.” The blonde woman stated.
“The name of the dealer is classified and protected within a firewall. It is very vital that we get some information on our unknown disease.” Mochizuki states.
Oriha quickly raises her hand in the air. “Oh! Oh! I know who the mystery guy is Dr. Mochizuki!” She shouts, trying to get the doctor’s attention.
“Very well Oriha, what do you have for us?” Mochizuki asked.
“Well from the information I gathered, our mystery guy is actually some crime lord of some place called Gotham City located somewhere in America.” The young pop star explained. “His name however… I forgot. I think it’s Black Gas, Glass Mask, or something like that.” She said while twisting her index finger on her temples.
“Just great! You give us the information, but not the guy’s name. Who knows how many corrupt connections he has for a we know.” Mikoto complained.
“Hey give me a break here! It’s all I could find.” Oriha replied before sticking her tongue out at her teammate.
“Gotham City?” Arashi wondered.
“ Gotham City eh?A pretty depressing name for a town don’t you think.” Remarked Sayo.
“I’ve heard of that place before is one of the top cities along with Tobioka to have the highest crime percentage in the world. And that there’s some nut in a costume running around.” Miki said.
“ Oh my. Well it’s such a shame to see such a city succumb to its illness.” Said Yuko.
“Either way. From the information new gathered it is obvious that a black label has arrived. “ Mochizuki said. “Ampoule One you will be going to that meeting and excise the “malignant tumors” and” focuses” in the area. Ampoule Zero will help from the sidelines.” He ordered.
“Yes Doctor.” Arashi, Mikoto, and Oriha of Ampoule One said in union.
“It is important that we succeed in this mission with swift precision. Despite our ways of trying to contain the disease from spreading, Mr. Kaneko and his organization has a strong hold in our city. If this meeting is a success, the Rage disease will spread across the whole world, causing a worldwide epidemic.” The doctor advised.
“Understood!” The Black Label members said in union.
“I bid you all good luck. Meeting adjourn” Doctor Mochizuki said, ending the meeting.
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Tonight is the night of the meeting in Tobioka . Black Mask is seen exiting a hotel with his two bodyguards where a black limo is parked in front of the entrance. One of the men opens the passenger door, letting the crime lord enter the vehicle before closing the door and driving off’ a couple of kilometers away, Nightwing stands on a rooftop watching the limo drive away. He presses the intercom button on his earpiece.
“Black Mask just left the hotel. I’m gonna follow his trail” The masked hero said.
Deep within the midnight sky Batman is seen flying the Batplane around the Tobioka City area. “Understood. Be careful.” Batman replied on the intercom.
“Heh. When am I not careful Bruce? Nightwing over and out.” The young hero replied before turning off the intercom. He reaches for the Grapple Gun and shoots it at a random rooftop. Nightwing then swings into the night, following the limo wherever it may go.
“Rookies.” Batman said before switching to another channel. “Oracle do you read me?” He said clearly on the intercom.
Within a clock tower in Gotham City, the wheel chair bound Barbara Gordon aka Oracle is seen typing on her keyboard while looking at a dozen computer screens filled with information. “I here you loud and clear Bruce. What do you need?” She asked.
“I’ve scanned the entire Tobioka City area and created a three dimensional map scale. I’m sending in to you right now.” Batman said.
A 3-d map scale of Tobioka City appears on one of Oracle’s computer screen. “Got it. What do you want me to do?” She said while typing on the keyboard.
“Scan the area to see which buildings have traces of the chemicals found in the Rage drug.” The Dark Knight explained.
“Alright. It may take awhile, so ill send you the results as soon as I can.” Oracle replied.
“The sooner the better. Batman out.” The masked vigilante said. He then flies the Batplane across the night sky.
The black limo enters the Tobioka Harbor, driving in a maze made of large shipping crates. Nightwing is crouched on top of one of the crates.
“Black Masked entered Tobioka Harbor, he’s heading north.” Nightwing said on the intercom.
“Good, keep following him.” Batman ordered.
“Understood.” Replied Nightwing before heading off.
He followed the black limo across the cargo filled maze before it suddenly stops in front of a warehouse, where Ryouta and two men are seen waiting in the front. Nightwing hides himself between two crates and spies on them.
“There are two guys already waiting for him.” He said.
“They’re probably part of the organization Black Mask is dealing with. Keep an eye on them.” Replied Batman.
“Understoo- Hold on.” Nightwing catches something in the corner of his eyes.
“What is it?” Batman asked.
Nightwing looks down and sees a shadowy figure running to the back of the warehouse. “Someone else is here.” He said.
“ Stay in your position, we can’t side track now.” Replied Batman.
“But what if someone else besides us knows about this location?” Nightwing suggested.
“We don’t have the time to do this Dick.” Batman said, agitated.
“Oh yeah? You may not have the time, but I do. Nightwing out” The young hero replied.
“Dick n-“ Before his mentor could finish Nightwing turns off the intercom. He then follows the shadowy figure footsteps.
Two men in grey suits exits the black limo with one of them opening the passenger side door, the Black Mask himself then exits the limo.
“ So glad you came. Mr. Naneko is waiting inside.” Ryouta said.
“Yeah. Yeah. Let’s get on with this.” Black Mask said bluntly.
“As you wish.” Ryouta said before leading the crime lord inside the warehouse. Two large guards then wait besides the entrance.
Oriha Nashida is lying on top of a cargo, spying on the warehouse with her binocular 30 kilometers away.
“What’s the status Oriha.” A voice said on the intercom.
“They’ve now entered the warehouse Miko (Short for Mikoto). The American guy looks a little creepy though.” The young girl replied.
“Umm…okay. Is their anything else?” Mikoto asked.
“Oh there’re two guys guarding the front and four guarding the back, but Miki Mouse and Sayo will take care of them. I don’t know how many are inside besides the foreigner, Mr. Naneko, and his accomplice.” Oriha replied.
“Got it. Give us the go when the coast is clear. Mikoto out.” The silver-hair girl replied before turning off her earpiece.
Black Mask steps inside the warehouse. Within the warehouse, fifteen men of Naneko’s organization are armed to the teeth with Mac-10s, Uzis, and M-16s. The crime lord looks in awe at how much the men are loading up. “Guess they like their security tight.” Black Mask remarked.
Within the group of armed men stood the top dog of them all… Souchiro Naneko- the founder/CEO of Naneko Pharmaceutical Company and main supplier of The Rage drug- in his tailor-made white suit, the left side of his broad is covered with a dragon tattoo. The criminal businessman spots Black Mask with his two henchmen, and his right-hand Ryouta Sato coming inside. Soon the two criminals stood face to face with one another.
“So you must be the Black Mask. I entrust your flight went well.” Naneko said politely.
“Tsk. I’m not here to talk about how well you pampered me on this god-forsaken, so let’s cut to the chase and talk business.” Black Mask said abruptly.
A sly grin appears on the businessman’s face. “ Quick to the draw I see. Classy.” Remarked Naneko.
“Get to the point.” Black Mask said, agitated.
“Very well then.” Replied Naneko. “As you may know Platinum Lily, also known as Rage from where you came is our top-selling drug in Tobioka City.” The businessman went on. “ It’s very cheap, gets people craving for more, but be warned taking too much could be catastrophic. My company use to have operations set all over this place, but due to some interventions in the past few months, my operation numbers have reduced and sales went down dramatically. Luckily the past few weeks we’ve got help from you shipping our supply in another city, especially one such as yours.” The businessman finished.
“And your point is?” Black Mask asked.
“My point is that I know you have some connections to some very high profile places. Metropolis, Star City, Bludhaven the list goes on. So expanding the sale of the Rage product could be profitable for both of us.” Naneko explained.
Black Mask hesitated for a moment. “Keep talking.” He said. A smile appears on the Japanese man’s face. “As you wish.”
Miki Tsurugi spots the two me guarding the front entrance with the scope of her Remington Sniper rifle. She then pulls the trigger, hitting one of them in the head and the other in the chest killing them instantly. She unloads the two used rounds out of her rifle. “The coast is clear.” She said on the intercom.
Hearing the meaning of those four words, Mikoto revs up her motorcycle. “All right.” She said with excitement. Arashi is seen putting on his signature helmet.
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Meanwhile inside the warehouse Black Mask and Souchiro Naneko are seen discussing about their new “business” deal.
“So Mr. Mask…do we have a deal.” Naneko asked.
Before the crime lord could answer the question, the front door entrance suddenly burst open. “What the hell?” Everyone turns their heads around and see Mikoto and Arashi bursting inside with their motorcycle.
“It’s the biker guys!” One of the men yelled. “Kill ‘em!” All of a sudden the fifteen men open fire on the vigilantes, missing their shots at them completely. Arashi jumps off the bike and aims his twin pistol at the men and opens fire, killing 4 of them in the head and three in the chest.
Ryouta quickly runs towards his boss Naneko in the ensuring gun fire.. “We must get out of here!” He shouts. Naneko nods his head and follows Ryouta to find their escape.
Mikoto quickly steps on her brake, causing the motorbike to swril to the side once more; She aims her gun and fires three shots, killing three of Naneko’s men instantly. Black Mask stands in the middle of the gunfight between the vigilantes and Naneko’s men, bullets flying all around him. Black Mask’s two henchmen try to protect their boss from the gunfire, but are quickly killed by Arashi’s bullets. The crime lord ignores his henchmen’s deaths and watches the bloody battle ensure. Naneko’s men try to take out the two vigilantes, but are quickly wiped away due to their swift marksmanship.
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Somewhere else, The Batplane is still seen flying across the midnight skies. “10 miles ahead before reaching Tobioka Habor.” A computer voice announced inside the cockpit of the vehicle. Batman pushes the controls forward, causing the plane’s speed to increase.
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Meanwhile inside the warehouse, the bloody battle is finally over.
; Naneko’s men lie dead on the floor, their bodies covered in pools of the blood. Black Mask stands in the middle of this bloody massacre with barley a scratch on him; Arashi and Mikoto are also seen standing along the bloody pile.
“ So… two wannabe- vigilantes with guns barge in here and wipeout a militia of men armed to the teeth, plus two of my best men? How pathetic.” He said spitefully. “What do you little amateurs call of yourselves any? The Night Riders? Omega 6? What is it… tell me?” He taunts.
Mikoto and Arashi both aim their guns at the crime lord. “ That is none of your concern. You have been given the black label and must be removed.” Arashi stated.
“ Is that so.” Black Mask replied. “Oh how the youth has changed, guess I’m gonna have to teach you two about manners.”
The crime lord grabs the black coat he’s been wearing and pulls it off, revealing his hidden twin pistol holsters.
“The hard way.”
==Chapter 1.4 FINALE==
Within in the midnight hour, a full moon begins to light up the purple, midnight sky. Its bright, luminous glow shining up on the crimson tinted liquid slowly pooling on cemented concrete.
Behind the warehouse, a man in a black suit is laying upon a large pool of blood created by the mangle corpses of his long-time companions lying on the cold, concrete. His body shaking and quivering over what the poor, feeble self couldn’t comprehend to see.
A dark, brooding figure steps out of the shadows and walks slowly towards the petrified man; it’s glowing red eyes staring down deeply into the man’s black colored eyes, as if it was staring into the man’s inner soul and ripping ferociously from the inside.
“Well look what we have here…” The figure said in a low, devilish voice. “First you were all high and mighty shooting that G36 of yours, but look at you now choking like a newborn. How pathetic.”
The brooding figure came into the bright lunar light, revealing it to be Sayo; her illustrious beauty is hidden behind an intimidating, sinister looking violet colored steel oni-mask.
“But hey, at least your buddies kept me entertain.” Sayo lifts up a decapitated head belonging to one of the man’s comrade with her armor-clad hand.
The man’s eyes widen in terror, he couldn’t believe that this entire massacre happened at a blink. At first everything was running smoothly, until she came along: The Demon Bitch, Sayo. The man and his comrades aim their guns and open fire, unloading clip after clip, but the streaming hail of bullets soon proven to be useless. Soon the demon looking assassin began to rip the man’s comrades apart limb by limb, leading into an all-out bloodbath soon to come.
A black botch soon appears in the middle of the man’s pants. “W-who are you?” The man said, terrified.
The demon-looking assassin tosses the decapitated head to the side leans towards the shaking fellow. “Your executioner.” She said coldly. “And today’s your lucky day…” Sayo raises her arm in the air and retracts her razor sharp fingertips. The man then covers himself with his arms, preparing for what’s to come.
A small object flies swiftly mid-air and suddenly knock against Sayo’s hand. “Gah.” The assassin gasped, she swiftly pulls her hand back in pain.
“Didn’t your mother ever told you to play nice with others?” A voice said.
“Grrrrr who the hell wants to know!?” Sayo said irritated, she turns her head around and looks up. A tall, dark figure is seen standing on top a stack of cargo boxes; the full moon shining behind the tall figure, revealing it to be Nightwing.
A masked man. Why is there a masked man here? The assassin thought. According to the info Fiona gave to them
“Who the fuck are you suppose to be?” Sayo said, looking at the costumed hero.
“Hmm, didn’t the costume gave it away for ya?” Nightwing said, plucking on his skin-tight costume. “Will if not then allow me to introduce myself.” Dick jumps high up in the air suddenly and lands on the side of one of the cargo boxes. The masked vigilante began to jump from cargo box to box in a swift acrobatic motion, Nightwing then does a double front flip in the air and lands on the ground in acrobatic motion.
“ The name is Nightwing.” Grayson said as he slowly stands-up. “At your service.”
Sayo stood their motionless after seeing this so called “Nightwing” extravagant introduction. “Pfffffffft HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” The demon masked assassin bursts out laughing. “Nightwing!? Who the hell calls themselves Nightwing!? More like Gaywing to me Hahahahaha” Sayo quickly held onto her stomach, never have she seen someone so flamboyant and goofy looking make her laughed like this before in a long time.
“Heeeeeeeey that hurts you know.” Nightwing said, offended “ But at least I know I’m dressed to impress. And what are you suppose to be. Satan’s Nurse?” The Gotham native replied, pointing out some of the quirks- like the unusual nurse outfit and demon mask- in Sayo’s attire.
“ Why you little…” Sayo muttered, her eyes twitching in anger. “Tsk I don’t have time to squander about looks, especially with a nutjob like you.” She said pointing at the Nightwing. “Now if you’ll excuse me I some business to attend to…” She turns around to continue finish her victim, only to seem him missing.
“Huh?” Sayo tilts her head up and catches a glimpse of her would- be victim running like he never ran before, flailing his arm with insanely. “No!” She screamed out loud.
“Huh, guess he couldn’t handle it. No matter he won’t get too far.” Nightwing commented while fiddling with his fingers.
That bastard. Sayo balls her hand into a fist. She slowly turns her head around to look at the seemingly cool stranger. “You did that on purpose!” The demon assassin growled, her fiery red eyes burning like a hot iron-furnace.
“ I don’t care about criminals getting the cans getting the kicked out of, but killing them definetly shows that you’re no different than they are.” Nightwing replied.
Sayo’s blood vessels were about to burst. How dare some random guy in tights comparing to sick little cancer cells she “removes” who cause harm and destruction on her beloved city. “You got some nerves…” Sayo said spitefully, cracking her head twice. “Why are you heat anyway?”
“Ha. Funny you said that, because I was about ask you the same thing.” Nightwing replied, adding a sarcastic in the finishing line.
“ Tsk, the only thing you’re ever gonna get out of me is a good-old fashion ass whoopin!” The female assassin said while stretching her arms.
Nightwing smiled. “Heh, well that’s too bad.” the young vigilante cracks his knuckles twice in each hand; he reaches behind and grabs two baton-like sticks. “I thought you’d at least give me a name…” Nightwing twirls his batons from side to side before throwing them high up in the air. “So they can at least identify you before I take you to the slammer.” The masked hero grabs the sticks in mid air and gets into his fighting stance.
“ You’re going to eat your own words fruit cup.” Sayo said, retracting the gloves razor sharp fingertips.
Nightwing gives her an eager grin. “Bring it!”
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Meanwhile…
“Well what are you waiting for, are gonna shoot me or what?” Black Mask taunts.
Arashi cocks his pistol “ You have been diagnosed as intangible tumor: Code Black Label and must be …” His gripping firmly on the trigger. Extracted.” He then pulls the trigger.
A bright flash of light appears inside the muzzle of the pistol, launching the bullet in the air at very high speed; the bullet is twirling like oncoming hurricane, cutting through the very air. Black mask grins as he see the bullet coming closer and closer. At the last minute, the crime lord sudden turns his head to the left, the bullet passing by him in sudden slow motion, before coming to normal view.
“What!?” The two said in shocking union.
“Too slow.” In a quarter of a second, Black Mask quickly pulls his semi-auto Colt pistols out of his holsters and quickly aims them at the two assassins, firing several round burst in each gun.
“Shit!” Mikoto screams, the two assassins soon move out of the firing range by rolling in two different directions.
Mikoto and Arashi quickly fire back at the crime lord, leading to an all out shootout mirroring those seen in a western flick; bullets flying across the warehouse like zipping flies, but none are hitting there intended targets. Black Mask soon began to step back while continuing to fire his twin Colts until he finally jumps back behind a crate. Mikoto quickly gets behind a truck parked inside the warehouse while her partner gets behind a large crate not too far away. The silver haired assassin fired two shots before running out ammo, hitting parts of the crate the skulled-face criminal was hiding. Mikoto reaches for her pocket to get more ammo, only to find it empty
Go damn it! Not now! She thought.
“What the hell was that!? My mother could shoot better than you…. And she’s dead!” Black Mask remarked before firing a couple of rounds at the assassin. The bullets ricochet off the truck’s side.
Arashi steps out of the cover and fires two shots with one of the bullets scratching Black Mask’s left shoulder. Black Mask’s gripes in pain. “Bastard.” The crime lord fires a couple of rounds- with all of the rounds missing Arashi- before ducking back behind the crate. Arashi also ducks back behind. The teen assassin releases the empty clip and quickly pulls out another one.
“Are you alright Mikoto?” Arashi said, pushing the clip into his gun and cocking it
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” She groaned. “ Ran out of some god damn bullets earlier.”
“Here.” Arashi tosses his pistol to his unarmed partner.
“Eh.” Mikoto catches the pistol. “T-thanks.” She murmured, her cheeks glowing slightly red. “But what about you?”
“I’m fine.” He said. Arashi then begins to pull out an object from the back of his jacket, revealing it to be a sawed-off double barrel shotgun. He pulls out two shells from his pocket and loads them into the gun. “I got all I need right here.” Arashi said before cocking the gun back.
“This skull-guy is one tough fuck.” Mikoto commented, swiping the sweat dripping off of her forehead. “Never seen someone dodge a bullet like that before. It’s like he expected it to come.” She said. “ He seems to be quite skillful, but no matter…” Arashi turns his head towards Mikoto. “We’ll still bring him down as a team.” He said with an assuring smile. A glint hope appears in Mikoto’s eye, she gives her partner a warm smile and nods her head in agreement.
Damn amateurs. Black Mask thought as he unloaded the empty clip from his pistols. Think they can mess with me and live. Rage and anger start to twirl inside Black Mask’s thoughts. All of this careful planning, the money spent dealing in supplies, the dreams of making it in the big times of international drug trade. Shot to ruins by two gun-toting vigilante wannabes. Black mask reaches into his pant’s pocket to fund some clips, only to have them empty. “God damn it!” He yells, throwing one of his pistols into the ground; Black Mask lays his head on the cold wooden layers. Think… Then, an idea popped into his head. “Yes…” he said confidently “That can work….”
Silence soon fell into the room. A drift of emptiness seeps inside the warehouse as neither the Black Mask nor the two assassin vigilantes make a move; Mikoto waits patiently behind the truck, her finger slowly tracing the line of the trigger.
“That creep been awfully quite hasn’t he.” She whispered. “You think he’s planning something?”
“I don’t know, but it‘s a likely possibility.” Arashi said pulling the helmet off his head.
“ Heh no shit Sherlock, might as well take a peek to see what’s he up to.” Mikoto slowly shift her head to the side of the truck, leaving half of her face hidden. She spots the crate Black Mask is hiding behind, but finds no sign of movement. “So far nothing…wait!” Something suddenly catches Mikoto’s eye; something begin to move behind the crate, slowly two hands begin to emerge from behind. Soon, Black Mask emerges from the crate, his hands raised up in the air. “I give up.” He said.
Give up? They thought. An unexpected twist appears in front of the two vigilantes as their target suddenly throws in the towel.
“You hear me?” He said out loud. “I surrender, there’s no use in undoing my fate.” Black Mask then walks out of his hiding space and into the clear wide open, his hands still up in the air. “Show yourself. I have nothing to hide.”
“What do we do now?” Mikoto said.
“We follow his lead.” Arashi replied.
The silver hair thinks for a brief moment. “What if it’s a trap? We can’t risk something like that.” Mikoto said worriedly. Not knowing if it’s the right choice.
Arashi stood there silently, taking in what his partner brought up. “It’s a risk we have to take.” He said. “The label must be made.”
Mikoto opened her mouth wanting to say something to change his mind, but no words could change the outcome of the situation they were in. She simply nods her head, signifying she understands. Arashi nods his head in response and slowly begins to get up.
“Hmm.” Black notices something coming from behind the truck and crate in front of him. “ Heh.” The figures turn out to be Arashi and Mikoto-guns in hand- walking to the seemingly disarmed man. “Finally you two showed up.” Black Mask said sarcastically. He then looks at Arashi and notices the assassin does not have his helmet. “ He look you don’t have that odd looking helmet on kid. Guess I ge-“ Arashi shoves the cold steel barrel of his shotgun into the crime lord’s blackened chin.
“Why?” He said.
“Why what!?” Black Mask said spitefully.
“Why did you surrender now?” Arashi demanded.
“What can I say I was out of my league.” Black Mask replied. “But if you were out of your league, then why didn’t you surrender earlier?” The assassin said, pushing the barrel deeper into the crime lord’s chin. “It took me awhile. Can’t think when your instinct is telling you to survive.” Black Mask replied calmly, taking a gulp of air afterwards. “Hmmm.” Arashi lightly places his finger on the trigger. He then looks at the crime lord, staring into his cold pupiless white eyes.
“What are you waiting for Arashi?” Mikoto said impatiently. “Just do it.”
“You heard what the bitch said kid. Do it.” Black Mask taunted.
Mikoto turns her head as she heard the criminal called her that oh so famous word. “The fuck you say!?” She said angrily. Black Mask gives a slight grin. “You heard me. Bitch.” He said provocatively. Irritated to the point of no return, Mikoto aims her pistol at the man’s skeletal like face. “You’ve got some nerve…for a dead man.” She then cocks it back, removing the safety pin.
“Wait!” Arashi said aloud.”Huh?” Mikoto turned her head to face her partner.
“I want to ask him one thing.” He said.
Mikoto expresses a feeling of confusion and agitation. “What the hell? WE don’t have time for this shit Arashi!” She yelled. “Just finish this fucker now!” The silver haired assassin said pointing at the crime lord.
“He’s a dead man.” Arashi replied.
“Huh?” Mikoto said confused.
“ He was already set to face the afterlife a long time ago. He has plenty of time to tell me one thing before he dies.” The young assassin explained. ”Isn’t that right?” The shotgun barrel lodges deeper into Black mask’s chin, making it form a mark. Black Mask nodded in response. Arashi turned his head. “So please let me hear it, just this once Mikoto.” He pleads to his partner.
Mikoto remains hesitant for a moment, but then gives in at the last minute. “Fine.” She grunted. “Just don’t say I haven’t done you any favors kay?”
Arashi nodded his head and gives a brief smile; he turns his head and stared at his enemy with a fierce look in his eye. “Do you regret what you did?” He asked.
“Regret what?” Black Mask hissed.
“At the end of your life. Do you regret killing all those people? Do you want to seek redemption with the cost of your own life?” Arashi replied.
Black Mask gives a wide grin and starts to chuckle. “Hahaha. No…I don’t regret it at all.” The crime lord said coldly. “ I don’t have qualms for killing anyone. They all had it comin and hey… maybe this is making some of their wishes come true. Seeing me go to hell.” He explained with a hard chuckle.
There was a long pause. “I see…” Arashi replied, breaking the silence. “Guess I was wrong. People like you need to remove from this world. To free it from your infectious spread.” The young assassin cocks the gun. “ You’ve been label code black. Infectious level 00…” Arashi said coldly. “Prepare to be removed.” His finger slowly begins to pull the trigger.
Just as planned. In the split second when Arashi is about to pull the trigger, Black Mask suddenly grabs a hold of Arashi’s arm and pulls the shotgun away from his chin, causing the first gunshot to burst into the air. . What!? The assassin’s eyes widen in shock.
“Shit!” Realizing they have crossed Mikoto quickly aims her pistol at the crime lord and fires two shots; the crime lord then grabs Arashi by the hair and pulls him in front as a human shield, the two speeding bullets then hit the young man in the shoulder and chest. “Guh!” Although they could not pierce through the bullet proof jacket, the impact of the bullet rounds prove to be a reminder of how much painful force when it enters the flesh. “Arashi!” Mikoto’s eyes widen when she sees the bullets bounce through her partner. “Heh.” Still having a hold of his arm, Black Mask aims Arashi’s shotgun at his partner. “No” The assassin horsed out, but it was too late. Black Mask takes hold and forces Arashi’s finger to pull the trigger.
Click. A clicking sound is faintly heard before being overpowered by a low, booming sound coming from inside as the second shotgun shell burst through the muzzle and into the open. The shotgun passes through Mikoto’s line of vision and hits left side of her shoulder before exploding on impact. “Huh?” Mikoto feels a slight sting on her shoulder; the bullet pelts goes through her outfit and skin like burning hot volcano coals, ripping pieces of flesh on impact. The silver hair assassin is suddenly thrust back by an unseen force.
What the? Mikoto finds herself floating in mid air. Why am I up here? She thought. A slight pain starts to tug in her left side. And why does my shoulder feel sore? Mikoto slowly turns her head to see why; her eyes begin to widen slowly. She finds part of her left side and neck covered in stains of red blood as thin streams of the crimson liquid spray flowing in mid air from the large circular flesh hole in her left shoulder.
Hey?...that wasn’t there? Mikoto crashes down into the solid concrete flooring with a loud thud before sliding to a stop. The gun falls from her hand midway and drop onto the ground. Mikoto then lies down. Not moving.
“Mikoto!” Arashi yells out. Black Mask pulls on his arm and slams them between his elbow and knee, breaking the assassin’s elbow in the process. Arashi’s eyes widen largely, feeling the bones break into pieces inside his arm. “Gaaaaaah!” Arashi drops his shotgun due to sudden spike of pain entering his arm. Black Mask then elbows the wounded vigilante in the cheek with a sudden force impact. The criminal releases his grip off Arashi’s arm and grabs him by the neck, lifting him up in the air. He then throws him hard into the ground. Arashi opened his mouth wide, but only a silent scream can be heard as a large jolt of pain through his back like a jamming jackhammer.
After the pain has settled in Arashi tries to pull his body with energy he has left, but is suddenly pushed back onto his back by an unknown force. Click click. Hearing a clicking sound Arashi slowly lifts up his head and looks up. Black Mask is standing atop with a barrel of a gun pointed right between his eyes.
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If you want to live, treat me good. 
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If you want to live, live treat me good.
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After completing their tasks, Oriha and Miki hid themselves between the crack spaces of the crates. Miki leans against the crate’s wall – sniper rifle placed right next to her- While the young Oriha sits at the end, kicking her feet back while singing a song with a sweet, mellow melody at first before going into a bold note.
I’m like a stepping razor don’t you watch my size I’m dangerous. Said I’m dangerous. I’m like a stepping razor don’t you watch my size I’m dangerous. Said I’m dangerous.
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Yuko was with them earlier on, but went off to find Sayo. Miki seems to have a very impatient look on her face. “Where could they be…” She said worriedly, wondering how Arashi and Mikoto are doing. “They never take this long, those two should’ve been here by now.” Oriha then pauses her singing. “Maybe they’re just finishing up. You know how late they can get sometime Miki.” She replied before she continued singing.
Miki became hesitant before answering. “Maybe you’re right.” She said. “But I should check up on them just in case!” Oriha shakes her head. “Oh Miki…”
The violet hair woman pushes a small button on her earpiece. “Mikoto can hear me?” She said, but no response came. “Mikoto are you there?” Miki replied again, only to hear a faint static shock in response. The female assassin switches communication. “Arashi are you there?” She said hoping to get a response. The crackling sound of static is heard on the other end. Miki’s eyes widened. Something is wrong. She thought. Miki then takes her rifle and steps onto the edge of the crate’s end.
“I’m going to check up on them. Stay here.” She said to the young BL member.” Okey Dokey.” Oriha replied. The young doctor nods her head before jumping off the end, she then lands atop of another crate and begins to dash forward.
“Oh!” A thought then pops inside Oriha’s mind; she forgot to tell Miki something important. “Hey Miki Mouse!” The young assassin yelled out to get her teammate’s attention, but her partner was clear out of the line communication to hear. “Darn!” She said, snapping her fingers. “Forgot to tell her the explosives I planted in the building will blow in 20 minutes.” Oriha sits there and thinks for a moment. “Ah well” She shrugged. “I’m pretty sure they’ll make it.” Oriha reassured herself. The young girl then reaches for something in her pocket and pulls out a candy stick. “Yum!” Oriha licks her lip with sweet delight.
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“Well, well, well…” Black Mask said cool. Arashi was at the point of no return; his eyes stare into the barrel of his own gun, it was the end of line. “ Rgought you had me in the ropes did ya? This isn’t my first rodeo with a pointed pointed at my fucking skull.” His gloved hand lies lightly on the trigger. “So I guess you can say I learned a couple of tricks in the trade.”
Arashi’s body begins to tremble slightly. H-How? He thought. How did it end up like this? Arashi couldn’t believe it. Was this the end of his rope? No…it can’t be. Not yet.
Black Mask cracked his neck a couple times. “I’m must admit though you and your partner over there.” He said nodding his head to the seemingly unconscious young woman lying ton the concrete. “We’re quite a tough bunch, but…” The crime lord cracks his neck one more time. “Pestering can only get you so far.” I can’t die yet… Arashi thought. He has to live on, that was the promise they made together.
“Guess this my farewell to ya.” Black Mask said. “See ya in hell kid.” The criminal lord then begins to press the trigger.
· Hggggggggggg * Black Mask and Arashi suddenly hear a low- bellow moaning sound.
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“Huh?” The two turned their heads to where the moaning voice was coming from. Spotting the then “unconscious” Mikoto. Slowly she begins to move her body. “Hnnn.” Lifting her entire body wit her elbow. The young woman was bleeding on her forehead from the scrapes made in the fall while blood drips to her soft chin. Her left eye was wide open while the other was damaged closed.
“Mikoto…” Arashi called.
The silver hair girl paused for a moment as she heard her named being called. She slowly tilts her head to wear the voice came from. “Ara…shi.” Mikoto gets a glimpse of her fallen partner calling her name. “Arashi!” she said, happy to know he still lives.
An evil grin appears on Black Mask’s grimy skeletal face. “Well looky here!” He said in a sarcastic cheerful tone. Mikoto turns her head and sees the criminal mastermind holding her partner in hostage. “Seems we got a lamb that survived the slaughter.” Black Mask then aims the pistol at the wounded vigilante to the captive Arashi’s dismay. Her eyes widen as she saw the barrel of the gun pointed at her.
“And that’s one thing I don’t want.” Black Mask said evilly as he is about to pull the trigger.
“No!” Arashi yelled out suddenly. Stopping Black Mask midway of doing the job.
“Hmm?” The crime lord turned his head back and looked down at his fallen opponent. His burning amber colored eyes stared into the Mask’s ghostly white pupils. He grinned evilly as a concept popped through his head.
“Seems you want to die first don’t ya kid?” Black Mask said confidently. Arashi gave the criminal a stern glare in response.
“No!” Mikoto yelled.
“Willing to sacrifice your own life to give your friend one last moment of life before her own ends.” The criminal stated. Arashi doesn’t say anything in response.
Black Mask gives a sinister grin. “I like that…” The criminal said. “I like that a lot.” He then shifts his aim back between the eyes of his captive prisoner under him.
Tears begin to form under the young Mikoto’s glowing golden pupil. “Arashi!” She whimpered. The young man and gives her small grin to her melancholy out look.
“But that’s not what I want.” Black Mask quickly switches his aim back towards the severely wounded Mikoto. “Oh no…”
“Huh!?” Both assassins are surprised by the sudden turn of events.
“Killing her will be the first act of the slow, traitorous torture I’m going to inflict on for burning up my business kid.” Black Mask said in cruel, cold tone to his opponent.
Clack. Clack. Clack
“Hmm?” Hearing a clacking noise coming from below Black Mask tilts his head down and sees several small black beads rolling on the floor. The beads suddenly break and releases several clouds of grey smoke; the warrior trio is then engulfed by a huge gulf of the grey cloud.
The gust enters into the skeletal crime lord’s mouth and into his lunges, causing him to cough up. Smoke pellets? When did the smoke pellets ever get here he wondered, Then a thought popped into his mind. One he would never come to expect. No… A tall, lumbering shadow appears through the smoke behind him. It can’t be. The crime lord feels a familiar presence behind him. The shadow suddenly disappears as Black Mask turns around to see nothing there. Something isn’t right to the paranoid criminal. Someone is here with them.
“He’s here…” Black Mask muttered under his breath.
He? Arashi thought, wondering who’s this he “person.” was.
“But…how!?” A spark of anger flares in the brutal criminal’s mind. He loosens his foothold on Arashi and quickly walks into the grey mist.
“He’s gone.” Arashi said as he sees the criminal disappear into the grey fog. It took awhile before the idea finally kicked in the young assassin’s mind. Must get Mikoto and I out of here. He quickly thought as he lifts up his body with his free unbroken arm.
“Mi…ko..to.” Arashi said as he slowly stands himself up in the smoke. “Where are you?” He yelled out.
There was a long pause. “I’m here.” A familiar voice said. It was Mikoto.
“Where?” Arashi said looking around.
“Over…here.” She replied meekly.
The Black Label operative slowly limps his where the sound of the voice was located. “Reach out your hand!” He commanded.
There was a long pause. No reaction came. Come on… Arashi thought. Then in a matter of moments a familiar gloved hand appears halfway through the smoke to where someone could see. Arashi quickly spots the gloved hand and reaches for it. The young vigilante takes a hold of the hand and pulls it forward. Mikoto is suddenly pulled out of the smoke with one big tug; her silver head emerges slowly from the smoke like a dolphin rising out of the clear ocean. She stands there for a brief moment before stumbling onto her partner. Arashi quickly takes a hold of her arms and stops her before she could do anymore damage.
“Took you… long enough.” The sliver hair girl said before leaning her head against her partner’s chest.
“Yeah…” Arashi replied, he then puts his free arm over and embraces her. They stood there silently into each other’s arms. “Let’s get out here.” She said breaking the silence.
“Oh…right.” Arashi replied. He quickly puts Mikoto’s right arm over his shoulder and lifts her right next to him. “We need to get you into the hospital to stop the bleeding.” He said to his wounded partner. Mikoto lightly chuckled. “You think?” She replied back. “Let’s find a way out of here.” Arashi said as he leads them both limping into the grey mist.
“You think this smoke will ever clear Arashi?” Mikoto asked looking around the entire area, seeing that it was still covered in the familiar smoke. “I don’t think we’ll ever find an exit with this much in here.”
“It might clear up in a couple of minutes.” Arashi replied. “Smoke screens don’t usually last this long.”
“Maybe you’re right.” Mikoto said. “Eh?” The silver hair girl notices a shadow appearing in front of them from afar. “Someone is over there.” She said, pointing afar. Arashi looks up and sees the shadow also. “Yeah…”
As the two teens come closer, the shadowy figure started to become more apparent, until finally the figure becomes visible to their eyes. “Shit…” Mikoto moaned. It was the Black Mask. “It’s him.” She muttered.
The criminal lunatic is seen looking around in circles while pointing his gun wildly everywhere. Arashi and Mikoto both stop in their tracks so he couldn’t see them walking closer. Luckily for them the Black Mask seems too ignorant of their presence. In fact, it seems he doesn’t notice them at all.
“What is he looking for?” Mikoto wondered.
“I don’t know.” Arashi said. But something is definitely up. He thought.
Cold sweat begins to pour from Black Mask’s charcoal forehead. The crime lord knew that he was going to follow him into this place, but he didn’t realize how far he would go to get him.
“Show yourself!” He yells out, but gets no response.
“I know you’re here…” Black Mask said hoarsely, turning around. “I can feel you from a mile away.” His finger lightly taps the trigger on the pistol.
“So why don’t you be a man and face me…” The sadistic crime lord yells out the name of the man, the man that took his entire empire in one swoop, the man that strikes fear into the many criminals of Gotham City
“Batman!”
Batman? The name echoes through Arashi’s ear like an underground cave.
A large shadow soon begins to form inside the smoke above the raging psychopath. Noticing something is covering his shadow Black Mask turns all the way around and looks up. Soon a large figure appears out of the shadowy smoke. The two teen’s eyes widen in awe.
His face was hidden behind a black mask with pointed ears and pure white pupils, giving him a ghostly demonic look. His prods out his muscular chest as he lunges out of the smoke; the shadowy hero’s uses his arm and raises his long black cape up in the air, imitating the large wingspan of the nocturnal creature he based himself upon. Black Mask opens his jaw and lets out a silent scream of rage as he aims his pistol at the fearsome foe that preys upon him. The two warriors looked at each other with violent intent.
The war of the night was about to be raged.
TO BE CONTINUED IN ISSUE 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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