A/N If te don't like nasty-ish things and blood and stuff like that, skip from the "(Warning Thing!)" to the last authors note.
She burst from the tunnel she was in and out into the open. As she was riding, she pulled out a long piece of tape, some wires and two disconnected bombs. Red wired them together, then drove off the road. She jumped off of the motorcycle and taped the bomb to the motorcycle. She heard the roar of an engine and sprinted away. The Bat-Clan entered the clearing in the Bat-mobile as Red cappuccio sprinted away. She pressed a trigger and the bomb started its countdown. When she was about fifty feet away from the clearing, the bomb exploded. The girl smirked and sprinted back to the Bat-Cave. She ran in and started hacking the super-computer. Within five minutes, she had already discovered the triple encrypted files on their secret identities. Then, she left. She had what she needed. Confirmation of their identities. She already had those four pinned as suspects, but now she knew for sure. Red cappuccio walked to the elevator and went up to the mansion. She walked up to a spare room, where she lay down. Then, for some odd reason, she started to cry. Eventually, Bruce came in.
“Who are you?” he asked
“I’m not telling” Red said
“You know who I am, it’s time te returned the favor” he said
“No” she detto firmly. She pulled some black putty from her jacket.
“You know very well what this is: plastique. So, you’re going to let me leave o I will blow your little Friends heads off their bodies. Understood?”
“Leave” he said. Red cappuccio ran out. She ran to the Bat-Cave, where she ha rubato, stola another motorcycle. She buzzed off to one of the darker parts of Gotham where she had set up an anonymous meeting of the superiore, in alto eight drug dealers in Gotham under Black Mask’s hand. Most of them were arguing about who set up the meeting. One started to get up.
“Sit down” Red cappuccio ordered, holding out her gun. It was a 55 Caliber, one of her favorites.
“Who the hell are you?”
“What, te don’t remember me?” She asked
“You’re not the original. He’s dead. So, who are you?” one asked
“Does it really matter? Same deal as before: keep on doing what you’re doing, but kick up 40% to me, in return, I give te total protection from Black Mask and the Bat” Red cappuccio said
“And why should we listen to you?” he asked.
(Warning thing!)
She threw a small duffle bag down. One guy opened it and saw eight hearts. The hippie drug dealer called Chinchee barfed on the floor at the sight.
“Those are the hearts of all your new lieutenants. That took me three hours, and only that long do to the fact I had to break through the rib cage and rip eight hearts from eight live bodies” she growled.
A/N Yeah. If te read the part anyways, and didn't think it was gross, well, that's your opinion. I just decided to think of those te get grossed out da that stuff. So, yeah.
She burst from the tunnel she was in and out into the open. As she was riding, she pulled out a long piece of tape, some wires and two disconnected bombs. Red wired them together, then drove off the road. She jumped off of the motorcycle and taped the bomb to the motorcycle. She heard the roar of an engine and sprinted away. The Bat-Clan entered the clearing in the Bat-mobile as Red cappuccio sprinted away. She pressed a trigger and the bomb started its countdown. When she was about fifty feet away from the clearing, the bomb exploded. The girl smirked and sprinted back to the Bat-Cave. She ran in and started hacking the super-computer. Within five minutes, she had already discovered the triple encrypted files on their secret identities. Then, she left. She had what she needed. Confirmation of their identities. She already had those four pinned as suspects, but now she knew for sure. Red cappuccio walked to the elevator and went up to the mansion. She walked up to a spare room, where she lay down. Then, for some odd reason, she started to cry. Eventually, Bruce came in.
“Who are you?” he asked
“I’m not telling” Red said
“You know who I am, it’s time te returned the favor” he said
“No” she detto firmly. She pulled some black putty from her jacket.
“You know very well what this is: plastique. So, you’re going to let me leave o I will blow your little Friends heads off their bodies. Understood?”
“Leave” he said. Red cappuccio ran out. She ran to the Bat-Cave, where she ha rubato, stola another motorcycle. She buzzed off to one of the darker parts of Gotham where she had set up an anonymous meeting of the superiore, in alto eight drug dealers in Gotham under Black Mask’s hand. Most of them were arguing about who set up the meeting. One started to get up.
“Sit down” Red cappuccio ordered, holding out her gun. It was a 55 Caliber, one of her favorites.
“Who the hell are you?”
“What, te don’t remember me?” She asked
“You’re not the original. He’s dead. So, who are you?” one asked
“Does it really matter? Same deal as before: keep on doing what you’re doing, but kick up 40% to me, in return, I give te total protection from Black Mask and the Bat” Red cappuccio said
“And why should we listen to you?” he asked.
(Warning thing!)
She threw a small duffle bag down. One guy opened it and saw eight hearts. The hippie drug dealer called Chinchee barfed on the floor at the sight.
“Those are the hearts of all your new lieutenants. That took me three hours, and only that long do to the fact I had to break through the rib cage and rip eight hearts from eight live bodies” she growled.
A/N Yeah. If te read the part anyways, and didn't think it was gross, well, that's your opinion. I just decided to think of those te get grossed out da that stuff. So, yeah.
She threw a small duffle bag down...
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Here's a pic of Julian. Would have it as an html, but the system doesn't like the link for some reason.
