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Gotham: A Twisted Affair	By : TheMKnight Category: DC Verse Comics > Action Comics Views: 1491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It took around a month for Paul to get set up and prepared to visit Mauler, ensuring to don his Joker makeup before hand and keep his head low on the way there. The young man had changed a bit, but still remained a bit normal. He left around 9 AM; already getting a cab to one of the warehouses; and upon coming to a stop in the abandoned alley; Paul thought smart and put a bullet in the cab driver's head with his Kingmaker.
Turns out he was a Bat; who knew?
He took careful tentative footsteps inside the Warehouse; Paul looking for a lever that if he recalled should be behind a paint bucket, and thankfully it was still there, albeit rusted and a bit dented. The young man pulled it, and the shelves moved and shifted, forming a rusted, damaged metal and wood lift. Paul stepped on, and pressed the button on the wall; the lift slowly descended down into darkness, and emerged later in a massive room; engulfed by green, purple, and orange lights. All around he saw Jokerz partying, and past a door on the right wall he could see several new recruits either being jumped in or training with weapons. Paul crossed the room, avoiding a couple already fucking on the floor, their slaps drowned out by the near deafening rave music. Paul stepped past another couple, the female Joker straddling her companion as she bounced in his lap, her moans drowned out as well. Paul passed by another couple, the guy slamming the girl against a wall, his cock disappearing in and out of her tight ass as she looped her arms around his neck, her legs wrapped around him. They came together, cum leaking out from around the tight seal his cock made inside her. Paul entered another room, and took another lift going down, until he was in a small room, the only thing present was a door; the young man crossing through, and on the other side was a small office...and then the man himself.
Mauler was a thin, lanky man, standing actually a few inches shorter than Paul. His hair was in a large comic Mohawk with orange tint at the top. He wore a large purple jacket, opened up to show a black shirt, as well as black jeans and green boots. His makeup consisted of red marks around his mouth, and twin black triangles on his face. Upon seeing Paul he lost all pretenses of craziness and cleared his throat.
"So Mr. Townsley, how are you doing today?" Paul never felt like telling Mauler his voice was grating and orotund, but he shrugged it off as he said he was fine. "Wonderful, you're probably wondering why I called you here today."
"Kinda yeah." Maul slammed something down on his desk, and Paul's eyes widened upon seeing it.
His Partisan; the one he originally lost. Paul was shocked at seeing it, but was even more shocked to see blood on it.
"One of the boys brought it in; knew it was yours cause of the carving on the barrel of your name." Mauler looked up at Paul, seeing the man relax a bit. "I know just what the fuck was down there with you; better yet, who." He laid out some pictures on the desk, all of dead Jokerz, but each was...carved. They had all been hit with a sword or knife...and all had the letters SN on them somewhere.
"She calls herself Silent Night; a Bat Specialist and beyond problem to be caught by." He said to Paul, watching him look over the pictures. "She was down in the sewers; I know cause I found the same thing on each of the boys' corpses. But here's what has me really...you were down there...how are you here in front of me?" Paul didn't have a response, he simply stared at the pictures, seeming...traumatized. He was brought back to reality when a gun was placed against his forehead, no doubt a Persuader Shotgun.
"See, logic says you gotta be in kahoots with that bitch; only reason she spared you...and if that were the case I'd have to paint the wall red and pink." Paul felt him lower the gun and toss it on the desk. "But I know damn well you hate Bats a lot more than we think; a personal grudge. I know you'd never work with a Bat, ever." Paul looked up, and watched Mauler turn, and open a small safe behind him. After entering the 8 digit code and turning the lock a few times, Mauler turned, and slammed something down on the desk; knocking everything else off.
It looked like a purple motorcycle helmet, with a silver visor. But at the same time, Paul knew it wasn't; it had a WayneTech symbol on its side.
"This little trinket I found in the sewers while on my own; painted it our colors and brought it back. Reason why it was locked up, this thing has state of the art HUD technology and can give you an overlay of combat." Paul slid the helmet on, and heard it hum before the visor displayed data and several more things; including his currently equipped weapon, the ammo count for it, as well as a small map. Mauler continued droning on, even as Paul looked over everything.
"It connects to your phone, so you can basically call people using your voice alone, as well as send audio messages. Personally it's a damn good piece of tech."
"Why are you showing me this?" Mauler's response was curt and simple; he picked the helmet up, and slammed it down on Paul's head.
"We need us another Specialist; another Enforcer. They got a Silent Night, well, we got a Noisy Boy." The name sounded...
"That's a dumb fuckin' name; why Noisy Boy?"
"You curse a lot in the field; it suits you." He had Paul there. Mauler tossed him a few hubcaps to use as make shift Body Armor, as well as tossing him his old Partisan and a Chaperone Shotgun.
"Now, Noisy Boy, your first job is kinda a simple one; we got a shipment coming in at the docks, Bane's thugs are guarding it. Now we both know the Bats are gonna hit it too; so I want you to take 'em out, and secure the boat; we'll have some trucks get it and bring it back here."
"What's aboard that boat?" Paul noticed his voice was cold and metal now, the man sliding on the makeshift armor and making sure it covered everything vital.
"Some of Bane's venom; we're reverse engineering it to see if we can make a super serum for you."
"Why only me?"
"You're Noisy Boy; you gotta put hope in the boys and girls; make 'em keep fightin'." That actually reminded Paul of something. He asked why people were busy fucking out there, and Mauler's response was something about a new toxin they were testing; only worked from prolonged exposure. Noting this, Paul walked out of there, Partisan in hand and Chaperone on his back as his helmet displayed his current weapon and ammo count, as well as a GPS map to the docks. Stepping onto the lift, Paul knew one thing.
He was gonna earn this new name, and make it count...
To Be Continued...
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