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Gotham: A Twisted Affair	By : TheMKnight Category: DC Verse Comics > Action Comics Views: 1526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Arriving at the docks around night, Paul took cover behind a few crates. He learned a few more things about his helmet; the biggest thing was a form of the infamous Detective Mode utilized by Batman, a vision mode he dubbed Tech Vision. Leaning against a crate, he learned first had that by using the phones, PDAs, or anything with a signal in the area, he could basically get a layout of the entire area; able to see people through walls and behind cover; their own technology betraying their position. At the moment, Paul was able to see 4 of Bane's Thugs walking about, all armed with modified Down Patrols; all of theirs outfitted with Reflex Sights. Sneaking past, Paul moved behind more crates, unsheathing his hunting knife and driving it into a thug's neck; covering his mouth before shoving the corpse over the edge and into the water. The thought of why Bane's Thugs aren't loaded on Venom so they can protect shipments crossed Paul's mind...but then he remembered what a friend told him.
Venom is expensive to make, and Bane only trusts his most loyal men with a small amount of it.
Paul snuck behind several more crates as his helmet picked up more thugs on the move, and felt thankful he picked up a Silencer prior to leaving. Screwing it onto his Partisan he propped out of cover long enough to pelt both of them with a few shots; throwing their bodies over the edge as well. He was making decent progress, having not been detected yet, and so far he managed to clear out a lot of the thugs. He slowly crept up on another thug, and right when he was about to stab him...an arrow suddenly shot through his throat.
Bats! Destroy the Venom!" Well shit. Paul backpedaled as he heard the distinct clinks of homemade Grappling Hooks as Bats pulled over the railing and started to gun down the thugs Paul missed. He ran for cover, managing not to get shot as he saw a Bat tackle a thug and stab him to death...only for Paul to shoot the winner in the head. This was extremely bad; the Bats would no doubt blow up the Venom cases and ruin the plan. Paul swore a bit, and noticed something. Several of the crates, they were light. He tapped them a few times, and knew there was Venom inside. It didn't take much to put together that the crates would float...so he had a better idea.
While the Bats were busy being...Bats, he pushed about 1/3 of the crates overboard, making sure they were near the harbor. However, when he threw the last crate overboard, a Bat saw him, and open fired. 3 bullets caught Paul's shoulder; the young man cursing violently and picking up a discarded Gatekeeper; filling the guy with lead as more came. He back pedaled as quick as he could, firing until the gun ran out before throwing it at a Bat and pulling out his Kingmaker; firing with precise shots. He started to move to the lower decks of the boat; the remaining Bats following him as Paul ran as fast as his legs could take him. He managed to pick up a dropped Down Patrol and fire in quick shots; dropping the Bats but more came after him. Paul ran into a room and sealed the door behind himself, taking deep breaths despite hearing them bang against the door. Any minute now they'd get through, and he'd be dead. Looking around the room Paul saw nothing of use...save for pipes tubes and other things; meaning he was in the engine room. Looking around, Paul had a risky idea as he found the window leading outside. He needed to act fast; the man quickly tossing out all his Pipe Bombs and keeping one as he opened the window, sliding out as he lit the bomb. The second the door caved in and the Bats ran in, Paul tossed the last Pipe Bomb down; and fell back.
It might as well have happened in slow motion.
The bombs all detonated at once; igniting much of the gas in the engine room; causing it to violently explode. Every Bat inside was killed in seconds as the boat rapidly exploded. Paul slammed into the water, holding his breath as he watched the fireworks. He resurfaced near the pier, climbing up as he breathed rapidly. His phone rang and pressing a button on the side of his helmet he answered it.
"Paul I heard the explosion from here! What happened?!?"
"Mauler, send the truck, and a few big guys; I managed to save some of the crates; we still win..." The call ended and Paul went limp...unknowing of someone standing over him.

He came to on his bed, awaking with a startle. It was day outside, and his helmet and hubcaps were on the ground next to the bed. Paul rose to a sitting position, head aching, as well as his shoulder.
"A lot of my folks died in there." He heard her voice; looking around for her, his eyes capturing her leaning against the wall next to the door; a Desperado SMG in hand, aimed at him. "Personally I should kill you here and now, Noisy Boy."
"Then why the fuck haven't you?"
"Because I was nearby during the mission; before the Bats arrived. You're good at being quiet and discrete; like me. I'm actually impressed."
"I'm not here to impress you; just...why the fuck are you messing with my life?!" He snapped, and was quieted when she pointed the gun at his head. She drew closer, and pressed the nozzle against his forehead, her emerald eyes on his scared yet defiant face.
"I'm interested, and impressed; and personally think you deserve a reward."
"A reward for killing your own men?"
"A reward for living up to my expectations." In a flash his vision was blurred, because she tied a white cloth around his eyes. He made a move to remove it and he felt her smack his hand down.
"Peek and you lose a hand." He knew she was serious so he moved his hands back. He heard some cloth shifting and some other noises...and soon felt a warm sensation around his cock. It didn't take a genius to realize she was sucking him off, her warm wet mouth slowly inching down his cock; enveloping it as her tongue lapped around the head. Paul resisted the urge to grab her head and force her down...but was still scared of what she'd do. He took his chances, and slowly lifted the cloth around his eyes up, seeing out of one...and seeing her.
He couldn't fully see her face due to it being buried into his lap, but he saw her hair. Her hair was a chestnut orange, midnight black streaks adorning her hair as well. Her hair was tied into a tight pony tail; as her head slowly bobbed up and down; Paul growing closer and closer to the edge. He was about to cum until she looked up a bit...and Paul saw it.
Her eyes were red.
The orgasm over took him just as they locked eyes; thick cum flooding her mouth as she eagerly swallowed it all down, and she pulled the blindfold back down, Paul feeling teeth graze his cock as a sign to keep it on this time. He felt her pull away, and more cloth noises before she pulled it off; back with her cowl on.
"Tell anyone what you saw and I'll fucking castrate you, ok?" Her eyes were emerald again, and out of fear Paul nodded, backed against the bed. She disappeared out the window after tossing down a smoke bomb; leaving Paul to contemplate several things, especially what he saw.

...just what the fuck did he get himself into?
To Be Continued...
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