Outer Scars, Inner Demons

Outer Scars, Inner Demons
A RP Fic by Spug & Bianca Marou

Chapter Three: Hurts Like Insanity


A shark if there ever was one. Sleek and deadly. Beady eyes in a handsome face, an ever smirking mouth framed with a fetching Gomes Adams mustache. Boxy had a habit of snipping the end of it in his fingers and twirling like those old fashion villains would do in the black and white pictures; as to which he did now as he stared at Scarface.

“I gotta admit, I wasn’t expecting this.” Boxy Bennet rolled his shoulders in his leisure suit and smiled rather amused at the little figure standing before his pool table. “So old man, Where’s that hunk of wood yer always carrying around?”

Those impenetrable frames sheened in the artificial light of Boxy’s back alley gambling hall as Scarface lifted Wesker’s head and grinned right back at the tall card-shark. “I am the hunk of wood, Boxy. Wesker’s on Hiatus, you gonna get me a drink or what? I’s gots some beef we’s needs tah discuss.”

“Yer kidden me right? “ Eh, who am I tah judge. Hey Larry, get’s the midget a drink.” The Card-Shark slid his poolcue under an arm and walked over to the small gangster, his free hand ran through his greasy black hair before his reached down and slapped Scarface on the back. “But before I waste my good liquor on your ass, You need to tell me why I should honestly be getting you a drink stead of having my boys cap you right here. Yer little phonecall the other day reminded me I was never reconciled for the twenty odd goons I loaned yah for the Black Gate job.”

Scarface tilted his head up at Boxy and arched a brow. “’Cause I still plan tah make good with what I promised yah in the first place, only this time, Anit just gonna be on loan, I’ll get you your prize indefinitely.”

“Dah Jokers Dame? She got busted out of Arkham two months ago, she’s hanging with the clown again, you can’t deliver her. “ The Card-Shark reached over as his goon approached and snagged the glass of whiskey. It was pressed into the little gangsters hands. “Drink up quick, I got a pool game to finish, I need enough time to mob you up before I get back to it.”

For just a moment Scarface’s grin wavered, as if would have gone to a frown, but instead, the little gangsters face broke into a full white teethed smile as he raised the whiskey to his mouth and downed the whole thing in one swallow. “ Boxy, Boxy, Boxy, yer breakin’ my heart ‘ere. You know me better then that, besides, the babes not hangin with the clown, she’s hanging with me.. take a looksy.”

Droplets of leftover booze danced in the air as Scarface tossed the glass, making Boxy dive for it, his poolcue clattered against the ground and rolled. The Card-Shark made a face and shook the strands of greasy black that had fallen loose on his forehead back into place. “Oh yah.”

Into his suit, the little gangster reached, and then tugged out a few pieces of printed glossy paper. He gave these a quick shuffle and then tossed these at the Card-Shark.

“Spy Cam pictures?” Boxy blinked, recognizing the media. He looked down at the small photos and began shuffling through them. They were all Harley Quinn, all at a very close, but short range, most of them were looking up at her. Boxy had to grin like a weasel. “Mmm, nice shots, Nothin says sexy about a dame then looking right up past her knockers, Lemme guess, Camera in yer tie?… But..” He turned back to Scarface and lifted a brow. “What’s this prove?”

“Look at the dates, yah moron.”

Beady eyes shifted down to the photos again. “Takin’ tonight?”

“Yah.. “ Scarface’s smile gleamed. “Not even an hour ago. Dames working with me now, Me and Lipstick face, but pretty soon it’ll only be me, but to arrange that, I needs tah a favor from yah. “

The Card-Shark shuffled through the pictures one more time and then slipped them into his suit and tugged on his lapels. “Oh really, So If I do this favor, I get’s the girl?”

“She’ll be all yours. “

Another run through that greasy hair, another twirl of his Mustache, then Boxy nodded his sharky head. “Aight, puppet, You got a deal, what’s it yah need.”

Scarface smiled and threw an arm around Boxy’s side, walking him toward the Pool Table.

“Let’s talk explosives Boxy Ol Boy.. “

~*~

“Fuckin’ crazy ass Commissioner,” the portly detective mumbled as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. He groaned and rolled his shoulders. It had ended up taking four policemen, including himself, to subdue the older man as he tried to bust free from his reigns and chase down Cobblepot before he got into the ambulance. The look of fury in his eyes, you’d have thought Gordon knew a little more about what was going on than the rest of the department, something that set him off. Probably had to do with some high level confidential information that the subordinate weren’t privy to.

Now, though, from having to hold the man back, his shoulder’s ached and his neck hurt. “I hope he threw out his back,” he said to himself, not really wishing it but at the moment was just feeling rather irate.

“Noooow, Seaaaargeant, that’s no way to talk about your dear old boss, is it? He’s had a rather hard day today,” said a voice higher up the steps.

The tone. The secret laugh behind it. Bullock’s eyes, once cast down at the floor, slowly rose up the steps. His eyes found… feet. White feet. In sandals.

Standing on the level above, skinny legs poking out of bright colorful Bermuda shorts and the most gaudy orange and blue Hawaiian shirt imaginable, stood the Joker. A camera hung around his neck, a pair of sunglasses where propped up in his green hair holding bangs back from his forehead, and every tooth in his head exposed in a grin that just simply went too far across his gaunt face.

“Hey asshole, don’t you have a birthday party to work or something’? I’ve had a really hard day and whatever the fuck you’re sellin’, I’m not buyin’.” Bullock talked big, but his legs started finding their way down the stairs.

“Puddin’, I don’t think he wants to give us a tour! But you proooomised!” Harley’s shrill nasal tone came behind Bullock, making him wobble in place and nearly fall. He grabbed a banister and caught himself, turning to look at her on the level below him. She was down there, hands clasped and looking up at him anxiously.

She wasn’t alone. Behind her stood the strangest amalgamation of goons he’d ever seen a criminal drag around. One was about 8 feet tall, his limbs slightly distorted as he grew too fast in his mothers womb. Another appeared to have no lower half, carting himself on his arms alone, though it was merely his legs gone. Yes another had so many piercings that Mr. Zsazz’s scars couldn’t compare. Scaled skin, Siamese twins, something that looked like a leper?! What the hell were these?

“Oooof course he will, doll,” Joker lifted the camera from around his neck, the flash whirred loudly as it charged, and brilliant light followed a colossal bang. A bullet ricocheted from the thing with the flash, pinging off the wall across from Bullock. “Or we can just leave him here with our friends? They’ve been real lonely.”

A woman with red streaked black hair slung her arms around the neck of the scaled man, staring up at Bullock. She grinned wickedly, showing a row of metal fangs awkwardly displaced in her head. “It’ll be nice to give head to a normal person again,” she said thoughtfully, inciting thoughtful nods from he companions. She licked her teeth at the though, causing blood to trickle from her tongue.

“…Allright! Allright!” Bullock, who’s hand had been hinting for going to his gun, raised his hands. Six bullets aren’t gonna take care o’ all o’ these creeps. I’ll just play along until I can shit it and get it. “Tour, huh, so where do you want to go? I think you’d stand out a bit at the department.”

Joker laughed, the sound making Bullock grind his teeth together. “Oh, been there, done that, Pillsbury, it all starts to look the same after your 568th time through the rounds. We’re goin’ to Blackgate.”

~*~*~

The guard at the gate sat back reading his magazine, and yawned in boredom. The glare of headlights through his window made him glance up, though. His coffee cup started to rumble toward the edge of his console counter, liquid sloshing over the lip of the cup.

He frantically got up and looked out the window.

“…Aw… Fuck me!” He shouted, and ran from the small outpost at the iron gates as the huge tank of a machine spiraled through it. Huge and blocky, with an enormous candy-cane colored drill on the front. Guards frantically shot from their towers, ran out from inside of the building, buzzed around and shot their stingers at their armored target, all to no avail. Gun turrets jabbed out from the sides, then rapid fire echoed out of them. Men fell in burst of blood and screams. Others just wisely ran to hide to live another day.

The walls of Black Gate, though would be much thicker to get through than the gate itself. Once the outside fire stopped, the turret’s closed and side-doors on the machine opened. A multitude of painted goons (at least these were more normal in the sense that they weren’t grossly deformed) piled out, followed by Bullock who was being prodded on by a camera at his back.

“First time I ever had to worry about a Kodak more than a Smith and Wesson,” Bullock said to himself.

Joker scowled at the back of his head. “Oh, hardey har har,” he remarked in his most exaggerated sarcasm. “I’m in stitches.”

“Hey, I’m funnier than you are, Mary Kay.” That landed him a camera hard to the back of his head, knocking off his hat and making him hit his knees.

“Get moving! I shoulda went with the shoving the doughnut shaped bomb in your mouth idea, then I wouldn’t have to listen to it. Tell us where Woody’s pony’s at, Lardboy.”

“…Woody’s what?”

“Rhino! Where’s the RHINO!” Joker sneered, giving Bullock a kick in the ribs. “Can’t anyone get a good pun nowadays?” He shook his head dismally. As the hefty man clung to himself, trying to catch his breath white fingers grabbed his hair and jerked him back up to standing. The villain was surprisingly strong for being so skinny, especially when agitated.

“It’s okay, Puddin’ head!” Harley said, leaning out of the driver’s window. “Puppethead’s gonna be so happy when he sees his friend!”

Bullock coughed. “So you and the wood-weasel are workin’ together now. So what, you in on some plot to take out the Penguin? Fuck up the Iceburg and all that?”

“Fuck up the Iceburg? ….Hmmmmm” Joker tapped his lips thoughtfully, pursing them tightly. “I like the sound of that!” He turned toward his cronies. “How many explosives do we have again?”

“55 lbs of C4!”

“Oh, we’ll have MORE than enough left over then.” His arms slung around Bullock’s shoulders. “I’ll be sure to let eeeeverybody know that it was you who gave me this brilliant idea!”

“You’ll have to do it from the slammer, pal,” the detective shouted, grabbing that arm and even in front of the cronies kicking the Joker’s legs out from under him. Had he been paying more attention, he’d have noticed the limber girl in the tank slip out and ooze down the side, feet silent as she cart wheeled over. He stumbled from the clown when he felt a hard kick to the back of his head. He saw dizzying stars and grabbed at air before falling on his end.

Unphased, Joker got up and dusted himself, face a particular variety of perturbed. “Trying to play Batman today, are we? Just get up, already. We don’t have all night to pull this off.” He motioned for a couple of his men to pull Bullock to his feet, got behind him, and with another shove of the camera led him toward the front doors.

Goons walked ahead, plucking security cards from fallen guards, and undid the doors to keep the way ahead clear.

“Left… Right… Left… Up those steps.” Grudgingly Harvey Bullock gave those directions, spitting each word with loathing and plodding along, having to be shoved occasionally.

He’s stalling for units to arrive. But we’ll be long gone before they get here. That book better not be a fake or so help me I’ll be putting Woody’s severed head in a Jack in the Box and leaving it on Gordon’s doorstep. “Stop stallin’ Jolly Pirate.”

Bullock grumped deep in his throat at the next camera jab. They were up on the third level, and he nodded toward a cell. “Here he is, just take him already.”

“Well! That was an excellent tour, Mr. Bullock! Here’s your tip!” He hung his camera back around his neck, leaned his hands against the wall for leverage, and kicked him hard over the edge of the rail, sending the portly detective over with a flail.

He motioned to his goons and stepped in front of the cell, backlit by a searchlight beaming through the window behind him. His pearly whites shown in the shadow cast.

“Hello there! Uncle Joker’s here to take you out for ice-cream.”

~*~*~

A few of Penguin’s henchmen, left over from Scarface’s daring escape, were familiar enough around the place so that when they came under Joker’s employment, they could slip into the building unnoticed and plant bits of the taggant-less C4 around the structure. All in the places dictated by the blueprints.

Not too much, though. No, that wasn’t what the clown prince wanted. And they weren’t located anywhere that would take the building completely down, either. That would take away from the light show.

From a roof two blocks away, the lanky villain set out a table, then draped over it a checkered table cloth. His grin was satisfied as he set out a bottle of champagne and glasses. Yes, he’d do something special for his dumplin’, even if she could be absolutely vapid sometimes.

“Ooooh puddin’!” she said, emerging from the roof door. This is so romantic of you!

He pulled out a chair for her. “Of course it is, sweetheart! Now lets have a drink together as we watch the light show!”

She walked over and swished out non-existent skirts before she took the seat, then she had her own. “You’re the greatest!” Her tone was swoony. Just what I want to hear out of her.

He walked across from her and had his own seat. “Of course I am.” He poured himself a drink.

“Why didn’t you invite Puppethead up here? He would have loved to have seen this, especially after what happened and all,” she pouted at him.

There was the slightest glimmer of a twitch under that green eyebrow. “Becaaaaase I wanted to have this moment with you and not him.” It became a full out twitch as a gloved hand grabbed his cheek and squeezed.

“Aw, Puddin’? Are you a little bit jealous?”

“NO! No I’m not jealous! Why would I be jealous of a short little impotent overaged wannabe Gangster that ends up causing nothing but trouble!”

Harley balked at him. “That’s not fair! Puppethead was always great to me in the funny farm! That’s not fair to him!”

“Oh, come off it!” Joker yelled, motioning in the air. “He’s not that childish doll-playing-with little old man! He IS the doll! He’s that pig of a hunk of oak he used to lug around!”

“So what! Maybe he needed to feel better about himself!” Harley jumped to her feet and glared in the clown’s face.

“WHY I OUGHT-”

The explosion rocked their eardrums and they both turned to see fire spurting out of the windows. People on the street screamed as flames leapt to the sky.

They stared, until their hands slowly slid off. Joker look at Harley. Can’t let this pass, can’t let that halfpint get the upper hand. “I’m sorry, baby! Let’s make-up!” For a moment, an all too tense of a moment, she continued to look at him furiously, then the expression evaporated.

“Sure thing, Puddin’! Nothin’ could be better than spending’ this night with you!”

~*~

“So um.. where’s Mr. Scarface, Mr. Wesker?”

Charles “Rhino” Daly scratched beefy fingers into his hair and stared blankly at the tiny figure behind the desk. One could tell he was might bit confused.

“I AM Scarface yah big dope.”

“But.. no.. you’re Mr. Wesker.”

After all, the small white haired man before him was one he’d worked for years under, still had those thick frames like Arnold Wesker. Still had that cute but aging baby face like Arnold Wesker, but other then that. The suit and mannerism was all Mr. Scarface. The gleaming smile and cigar wavering around his little head.. That was Mr. Scarface too. And there was even a Scar on his pale cheek, Just like Mr. Scarface It was like someone had put Mr. Wesker and Mr. Scarface in a blender and made a little Dummy and Man parfait.

“Yah hear my voice? Yah HEAR my VOICE, RHINO? Who do I sound like?”

The huge man blinked a few times. “Mr. Scarface.”

“Right.”

For three hundred and ninety eight pounds, nearly seven feet of pure muscle, Rhino was just not very smart. Those sausage fingers kept on itching. It had been a confusing day to say the least. First the Clown had busted him out of Black Gate, saying something about how his ‘horse master’ had wanted him. When Rhino had found out Mr. Wesker and Mr. Scarface were working with the Joker ( Even thought that made him a little edgy ) He’d tore into the back office behind The Stack Deck with glee to see his Bosses again.

And he’d been confronted with this. A Wesker/Scarface Sandwich.

“I’m Confused.”

If his eyes had been visible under those thick frames, no bet Scarface would have been rolling those baby blues. “Ah, yah dumbass, it doesn’t matter. Whose yer boss?”

Now this was a question the big lug could answer! “You are!.. we whichever one you are.”

“That’s all that matters.. Welcome back from Black Gate Rhino. “ Scarface kicked some money off the desk and pulled out a piece of paper. He slowly folded it into an airplane and then shot it toward the huge goon.

Rhino caught it in a crunching oversized fist and brought it down to reading level. “What’s this boss?”

“Instructions, Dumdum. Yer gonna make a phonecall for me. We’re gonna have ourselves a little party, and yer gonna invite the guest of honor.”

Big fingers unfolded the piece of paper and then Rhino banked a bit at the instructions. “Dah Commish?” Rhino swallowed a bit as he read the name on the paper. Truth be told, ever since that one day down at the station, he’d had a bit of a shaky side when it came to Commissioner Gordon. “Why him?”

“Yah askin’ questions?”

Rhino shook his head. “Sorry boss, you want I should call now?”

A shiny shoe shoved the phone toward Rhino. “Read it exactly like I wrote it, Capish?”

A nod of a his big head. “Yah Boss.” He reached down, picked up the receiver, dialed the number and waited.

When it was answered, he cleared his throat and read. “Patch me through to Commissioner Gordon, I have a hot tip about the Iceberg hostage, and I’ll only give it to him.”

A few moments past and Rhino suddenly cringed a bit as the phone picked up again. He stared down at the paper, and then read. “Hey James, I have something to show you, Dummy’s doin’ really well. If you want to see how well, you’ll come knocking at the Back of the Stacked Deck at Midnight, Don’t be late, don’t tell anyone and don’t bring anybody with you, or else. “

~*~


Loosing ones nest to a worm you’ve already swallowed can be quite disalarming. Oswald Cobblepot had about molted when he’d been released from the Hospital for Scarface’s little payback to find his entire casino up in flames. They said the Joker did it, but this little bird had a feeling there was a wooden Dummy parading about as rat with wings who was the upper hand here.

When I catch him, I’m going to keep that little TurtleDove alive for as long as his body can sustain, I’ll cage him up, clip his wings and teach the little thing just whose top bird around here, no one messes with Penguin and gets away with it.

His monical gleamed above his sore nose as he stared out the tinted window of this hot little Porsche. He’d have preferred a limo, but that tended to bring stares in. The last thing Penguin needed right now was for someone to be knocking on his window and wondering why he’d been parked outside the GCPD all damn day.

Not a comfortable wait as it was. His tuxedo was getting sweaty, he could feel droplets sliding down his long beak like nose. Sharp teeth were gritted together and he pressed his Umbrella more securely between his legs. Where is he? Ten hour days? This was insane.

But he had to crack a smile. I bet you’re going crazy trying to locate your little turtledove aren’t you Old bird? Someone will give you a hint, and you’ll go running out to save the day. I hope it’s very very soon, Old Bird, because you’ll lead me right too him.

Ah yes, Cobblepot had quite figured out what was going on between the Ventriloquist and the Commissioner. So easy to piece it together. When Gordon had attacked him outside the Iceberg, it had been evident.

You didn’t like me in your hen house, Rooster. To bad.

Penguin let out a squawk as the front doors of the GCPD opened and out came the Rooster himself. Hurried quick walk with his treachcoat flapping behind him.

A flippered hand was singled to the Driver. “ Follow him, and keep your distance, He’s going to fly right where I want him too. “

Fly Fly Fly. Hannibal Lector had said it best.

~*~

Scarface: Dames, Dollars and Doublecrossing. THAT'S the kinda life that a Gangster should be living. A true Borgata under ones shiny heels. That's what he was aiming for, what he could tastes down to back of his throat. Bitter sweet like old blood. That's what you build these kinda things on. Blood.

Blood of everyone you stepped on to make it this far. Smoke was hissed out between grinning white teeth, a cigar clamped tightly. A fedora was pulled down over thick frames, allowing feminine fingers to toy with the white thinning silky strands that puffed out in front of each ear. Scarface had stretched Wesker's short thin frame out in a cushiony seat with legs propped out onto a desk. Billfolds and Green littered around him.

An arm around each hip of the two bubbly blondes that were supposta be working the tables in the front of The Stacked Deck, the seediest little joint in Gotham, Scarface let out a chuckle.

" Now now dolls, I didn't invite yer candy asses back here for a groomin' aftah all. Hey Rhino? What time is it?"

The hulking form of the Goon was leaning on the side of the desk. He was still very confused about Wesker's er.. Scarface's whole show, but he was loyal after all. He pulled back his sleeve shirt to expose a hairy arm and glanced at his wrist watch. " A minute tah Midnight, Boss. "

" Good, hopefully yer invite isn't gonna be ah pooper and not show, It's a party after all. " He patted each of the girls on their butts and they giggled.

"He should show. " Rhino nodded, glancing around. Where'd the clown go? Rhino pulled his mouth tight in a scowl. Didn't trust Joker, but Scarface was the Boss. Yet he couldn't help smirking, This night was gonna be special.

Gordon: Fingers pinched nostrils above his mustache. He balked at the smell of the back alley. The garbage collectors hated this nick of town, so two or three weeks they'd wait to empty the huge industrial dumpsters in the alleyways.

Why here? What do you have planned?

He let go of his nose to pick up an old banana crate and put it below a window. One shining shoe came up on it, then with the slightest wobble came the other to join it. Gordon strained to peer in through the blinds of the place, to see what was going on in the back.

Unfortunately, with all of his attention distracted he didn't see what was going on behind him.

He tilted his head, squinting behind his frames at what he could make out inside. He could see legs that were almost Wesker's length, poking out from between the frames of two women. They were resting on a desk. Didn't mean they were Wesker's though.

Who are you kiddin', Jim? You've been between those legs enough times to know.

Then, in a deep feminine tone, he heard "Hey darlin'? Don' you know you's gotta pay fer a peep show?"

Gordon turned toward the sound of the obnoxious voice. He stopped, though, before his mouth could speak and had to jostle his head a little in disbelief.

"What! You ain't seen a chick with a beard before!" said a hefty woman in a pink dress, hands on her hips, face full of an all out curly thick brown beard that would make a teenager cry. She was, in fact, one of the carnies left over from Joker's new hangout. The patch on the left side of her dress's breast of a jester's head marked her as such. Her foot slung out and she kicked the box out from under his feet before he had a chance to get over his shock.

Scarface: These dolls are perfect. Killer bods, little brains. Almost wish it was an hour earlier and Dummy was ten years younger, I'd show them a damn good time.. Fingers had started to slid around the curve of female ass, Scarface felt the tightening in his groin that made extra smoke hiss out his nose...

CRASH!

"Looks like our company's 'ere, Big boy, hows about you step outside and give the hairy dame a hand?"

"Sure thing, Boss!" Rhino smirked and cracked his knuckles. The big goon shuffled toward the door pulling out a gun and kicked the item open that lead into the alley. His mammoth frame squeezed past into the dark pathway and he shifted his gaze to where the Commissioner had landed. "Yer late, you should know it's not nice tah keep dah Boss waiting. "

A meaty sausage hand reached down and snagged Gordon's lapels and yanked the older man off the dirty disgusting alley floor, pulling him right off his feet with a quick yank. Rhino let out a chuckle, half tempted to wail on the old man for a moment, just for his scare tactic over a year ago. But instead he set him back down and used the nuzzle of the gun to 'persuade' the other man into the back office behind The Stack Deck.

Gordon would be greeted with Scarface lifting the brim of his fedora and tugging those overly endowed girlies tighter in his arms.

"Yer a minute late, Coppah, I'm thinkin' Dummy's not the only Fag you make rounds with, where's yer priorities? Haha."

Gordon: "...Arnold, I know you're in there somewhere. And I want you to know I'm not gonna give up, alright. I'm gonna make Penguin pay for what he did to you," Gordon blurted. He grunted as he felt another hard nudge in his back and looked up at the ceiling. "Well, Scarface, I'm here aren't I?"

He motioned to the girls. "This what you wanted me to see? Throw me into some fit of jealous rage? You'll have to do better than that. I've dealt with those demons."

"Oooooh Wooooody! I see your company has arrived!"

Gordon's eyes widened. It was a jester's head on her lapel.... She's one of his. The freak was his. He glanced at the bearded woman as she was eyeing Rhino's backside. Then that means...

Wearing a wide brimmed purple Panama hat matching his purple pinstripe suit, straightening his tie, the Joker, the very bane of Gordon's existence, came strolling out into the light from the direction of the door to the club. "Sorry I'm late," the exaggerated voice came out of blood red lips, "but I wanted to freshen up for the occasion."

Just to eat at Gordon, he walked up behind Scarface and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Why, Jimbo! You shoulda told me this little guy was so fun, I woulda taken the Ode de Sawdust here offa yer hands a long time ago." His eyes wrinkled up under the shadow of the broad brim with a sinister smile.

Even a punch from Rhino couldn't have landed the expression that Gordon had on his face right then. Shock and pain so deep it was almost unreadable. With... him?

Scarface: Scarface's grin couldn't have gotten any bigger. Watching Gordon's expression go from determined to save Dummy to the hurt and aguish at seeing the clown waltz into the room. It was just too delicious! He had a fucking hardon and it wasn't even from the boodalicious girlies he still clutched in each hands!

Lookit em! LOOKIT EM! He's ready to curl up on the ground and die Oh this is too perfect. He faltered suddenly though, a twinge of pain in his head. He could feel Wesker, trying to stir in the back of his brain. It must have been the expression on Gordon's face. Scarface shook it off and slapped both the girls on their asses. "See, yah have tah give me more credit, I dun think fine asses like this woulda made yah jump yer bullet anyway, Coppah. Go on dolls get outta here."

The girls pouted, ruffled Scarface's hair and then slipped past Joker, giggling on their way out. Scarface slid his legs off the desk as Rhino gave another shove to Gordon, forcing him more into the office and shutting the door behind them.

The little gangster got to his feet, swirled his cigar and stepped around the desk to stand next to Joker. He grinned big and threw an arm around the taller mans shoulder and gave the clown a squeeze. "Yup, shoulda done this a loooong time ago, I just wanted yah tah see my new partner here. Anit he great? "

The glasses gleamed as Scarface reached up and patted Joker's cheek in a smug manner. "Right Clown-man? Think we should offah up Mr. Commish 'ere a drink, hell if it wasn't for him lettin' Dummy out tah do shoppin by his little lonesome and let the durty bird nab him, none of this woulda gone down.. "

Rhino let out a chuckle, leaning on the door as he was so the other couldn't bolt out. It was odd to see Scarface buddy-budding the wicked clown, but hey, look at his good mood. Rhino dug that.

Gordon/Joker: Not with him... Not with him...

"Why, yeeees, he does look a little hot under the collar, doesn't he? Thirsty Jimbo? We can fix that." His fingertip moved to a point at his palm under his glove to press a secret button, one that caused water to spurt out of a flower in his buttonhole into the mustached face.

Frantically Gordon wiped, fingers working quickly, before he realized that it was just water, not acid like he was expecting. He stared at dripping hands, before looking back up at them.

Not him, Not with that piece of SHIT! ...But was it your fault?

"Why did he it?... Why did Cobblepot take him?" A great deal of the confidence in his voice had vanished. He felt dizzy, weak. So much so he was almost leaning back against the thug.

No, it couldn't have been your fault.

"Oh! Jimmy-crack-corn here doesn't know! So sad really." Joker wiped a feigned tear. "Birdbrain thought that you and Scarface were in on a deal to land him in the slammer and Wesker screwed him in the Black Mask deal, so he decided to screw him right back." Look at him, yes, this is definitely worth tolerating Clatterjaw's company to see that face. "So of course Gorgeous here turned out when you couldn't. “

"If you ask me, the little lumberwhore's safer stayin' back in that noggin'. Scarface can obviously watch out for him better than you can."

Just fuckin' shoot me you bastard... don't yank me around like this. Don't take one of my last chances at being with someone. Gordon actually twitched. A slight one, like a shock that ran down his spine. It made him jerk his hand up and rub the back of his neck.

Scarface: Cigar smoke puffed out and Scarface snuffed out the stogie on the desk, hissing the putrid stuff all over the place. "Yah, some hero you are, Birdbrain really tore him up, you were there for the aftermath.. yah know where mosta dat blood CAME from? Ha!"

It would be too easy to just SHOOT the commissioner. No, the cruelest things one could do to another was head games. Scarface knew he could hurt Gordon so much more with words then any bullet ever could. He's about to have a nervous breakdown.

The arm that was around Joker slid away and Scarface tossed his head a bit. "You'd think he woulda fought a little more, hell maybe Dummy enjoyed it a little, somethin' yah could give em or.. " Suddenly Scarface jerked. Hands going up to his face and he clutched for a moment trembling, making pained noises. Two steps were taking toward Gordon.

"J-james?" Wesker's timid voice whimpered out from between those little clutching fingers. Slowly they were brought down and the little man lifted his head, streaks of wetness starting down his cheeks. He jolted away from Joker and shifted forward to the other man. Arms went around the commissioner's sides and he buried his face into James shirt. " P-please help me, It hurts and I-I'm scared.. I d-don't want to be here. "

Face curled sideways, the hat would hide the smirk 'Wesker' canted over his shoulder to the Joker.

Gordon/Joker: Joker got perturbed, stretching out an arm to attempt to catch 'Wesker' before he lunged toward Gordon. Then, when arms went around the Commissioner's torso and he caught a glimpse of that grin, he echoed it with pearly white vibrancy then turned it into a scowl. He took his hat and flung it to the side. "Don't you turn your back on me, Woody! Don't you dare!" Ooooh, this has to be the best joke I've ever taken part in!

James wrapped his arms around 'Arnold' and held him against him. "I'll get you out of here." He cast a glare up at the clown prince, slicing deep into that white skin with bitter eyes. "I've had about enough of you!"

"About?! Commish, I got plenty more where all that came from," the green haired psychotic said in an oily tone, all traces of his grin turned to scowl.

For the moment, with Arnold clutching to him, that building panic had subsided. He had no idea who's back he was truly rubbing.

Scarface: Whose back indeed! Rhino himself was a bit confused. Standing behind Gordon, scratching his sausage fingers into his scalp, looking over at the bearded lady, winced, and then looking back at the men before him.

Scarface was trying so hard to not bust out laughing, At least the fedora on his head hid the ear to ear grin he had at the moment. His hands climbed up Gordon's back and gripped to his shoulders and he kept muttering Dummy's whiny whimper. "He's threatening me, I-I-I don't know how long I can keep him at bay.. I hurt so much James.. What Penguin did to me... " 'Wesker's' shoulders shook like he was sobbing, but it was actually Scarface trying to conceal his laughter. " Why didn't you s-save me James? Where were you? It hurt soo bad.. Where was my hero when that nasty bird was FUCKING ME? "

Oh yes. Scarface's own voice bubbled back up for the last couple words, and without warning he shoved forward, and clutched upward, using his own legs to knock James's out from under him.

They'd go down, with Scarface landing legs sprawled on either side of Gordon's hips, the little gangster sat on Gordon's stomach and grinned nastily at him.

"Yah, Hero? Where were yah? Huh? Huh? HUH? " Those glasses glinted evilly as Scarface leaned over Gordon.

Gordon/Joker: "AHH!" came a short shout out of the Commissioner, then a crack and a groan as his head hit the floor. If he didn't have a minor concussion, he was going to have a hell of a knot.

James looked up at Scarface, and set his jaw. "At work... waiting to come home to him," he answered. He lifted his hands to push at Scarface, trying to get him off. Amazing, how the same person a moment ago he was clinging to like it was the greatest treasure in the world could go from that to being this disgusting blight trying to infect his every branch with his contact.

"Now that's no way to treat someone so special to you, Jimbo!" Long purple clad legs strolled around the desk and motioned to Rhino. "Hold him down, won't you big guy? Don't want him gettin' fresh with your boss, after all."

Scarface: Rhino snorted a little, not liking Joker giving him orders but did as he was told. The big guy slugged downward and grabbed Gordon's arms, pinning them down with more force then was necessary. Rhino's tie was loose and smelled like grease as it dangled into the Commissioners face.

"Shows how much you know Dummy!" Scarface spat and flicked his hand against Gordon's face, not hard enough to split his lip, but enough to cause a sting. "Can't leave dah moron alone, he gets himself royally screwed over.." Brows disappeared into those thick frames as Scarface's grin widened. " But's that's all he's good for anyway. Dat's all you wanted him for, maybe yer no better den the durtybird." Scarface slid his ass down, right over Gordon's crotch and grinded down viciously upon it. "anit it eh? Anit it? Dat what you want? A little ass?"

Grind. Grind. Grind. Scarface was gritting his teeth so hard in a smile his face was turning red. As was Rhino's, but not for the same reason. The Big goon just stared and blinked a few times.

"Gotta be dah only reason yer chasin' Dummy's tail so hard. Maybe I should give the ol boy a little turn around and FUCK you up the Ass! " Another hard grind and Scarface leaned down, bringing his face an inch from the others and hissed. " But I'm nots ah FAGGOT like you! "


Gordon/Joker: "I didn't- ...I was- Get the fuck off me! GET OFF ME! GET THE HELL OFF!" Gordon's eyes widened and he strained hard against Rhino's wrists.

"Did you hear that?" Joker said, putting his hand to his ear like he was listening to something in the distance. "That strange crack. Why, I think little Jim here is starting to lose his mind. And every time a commissioner loses his mind, an angel rips off it's wings. Wasn't it your deeeear baby girl the first time? Oh she was so so so sweet. And your wife? And now look at this little angel face."

Joker kneeled and purple gloved hand reached over and stroked the scar on Scarface's cheek, looking into James' wild eyes. "Looks like he just lost his wings."

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHG GET OFF OF ME!"

The harder he struggled the more his wrists hurt against Rhino's grip. He bucked up, like a bronco beneath that fierce erection taunting him.

I didn't do it, Penguin did it! It wasn't me! Stop talking like it was me! It was Cobblepot! It was fucking Cobblepot! "He did it! It wasn't me It wasn't me! Get the hell off of me! You're not him, I DON'T WANT YOU TOUCHING ME!" He couldn't even tell what he was thinking and yelling anymore, all he could do was struggle and strain. His panic evaporated into pain again.

Scarface: Rhino had to actually -strain- to keep a hold of Gordon's arms. The big guy grunted and set his jaw. Scarface continued to grin, wiggling on the commissioner like he was trying to hold on for the full eight seconds. Oh this was sweet, so sweet, The cop is gonna crack his brain right here, right now. Ahaha!

Stop hurting him! STOP IT! Scarface jerked his hands to his head as a fresh headache throbbed. Gordon's screaming was making it's way into his brain and fucking with him. Making Dummy.. ARGH!!!

Scarface shot off Gordon like a bottlerocket, stumbling backwards into the desk gripping at his head. His hip slammed into the side of the desk and he clutched over. " P-please stop.. please stop.. I c-cant.. don't hurt him, Mr..ARGGGGGGGGH! "

The little gangster thunked his own head against the desk and the staggered backwards against the wall, gripping his skull. He gnashed his teeth and then pointed at Joker. " I think it's time we get dah fuck OUTTA here, Call in some of yer freakshow tah finish off the hardon and lets blow dis joint! "

As much as Scarface would have loved to sit around and torment Gordon more, watch that man die screaming, he knew somewhere deep inside, Dummy would break out if he witnessed that. Fucking Dummy, ruining my fun. Yer NOT gaining control again, so help me.

Gordon/Joker: Red lips pursed tightly as his eyes watched Scarface stumble around and fight with himself. Another show? No, no if it were a show he'd want to still stick around. He walked over to the desk and hit a call button. "Yeeeeees, Miss Spade? Won't you please send in the rest of the freak show? I'm sure with their luck with sex they'd have the most to benefit from this opportunity." A certain amount of disgust entered the clowns voice right before he lifted his finger off the button, accompanied by a shudder.

A grainy female voice returned. "Why, yes Mr. Joker, they'll be right on it."

"Then how about we conclude our evening with a moonlit walk on the docks, eh my sweet?" he said with mock enthusiasm. "The stars always put me in a certain moooood," he added, with a waggle of green eyebrows before opening the door to the alley for Scarface.

For a moment, Gordon's flailing calmed at the introduction of Wesker's voice. It didn't sit well long, though. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice. "You fucker YOU ASS! GET OUT OF HERE!" His voice was breaking, but no tears were coming. Wrist were straining upward against Rhino's hands and his legs kicked against the desk.

Scarface: Rhino stood up and yanked on Gordon's arms, pulling the man to his feet. " You want I should stick around and make sure the job's done, Boss? "

"No, Rhino, I dun think even yer guts can handle what’s about tah fall ol Commish here, Clowns posse take care of him. " Said posse was entering the room, so Rhino nodded and then SHOVED Gordon toward the freaks.

Scarface took Jokers arm in a mocked fashion and twiddled his fingers at Gordon as he headed out, followed by Rhino, the door slammed shut, leaving the commissioner to his probably very perverted fate.

Scarface immediately pulled his arm from Joker's and grimaced a bit. "Nasty faggot show, but the looks on his face ahaha.. That was awesome. " He went to take a step toward the mouth of the alley when he felt the blunt end of an .. umbrella in his back?

"Not as awesome as my face shall be when I'm done with you, CUR. " Penguin's monocle gleamed in the moonlight as he slipped from the shadows digging his umbrella gun into Scarface's back. "Burn down MY Nest will you?" Those sharp nasty teeth shimmered.

Gordon/Joker: "What do you think?" Said the legless man, walking around on his hands as nimbly as feet.

The tall man, who caught Gordon by the shoulders, shook his head. "Eh, it'll do 'til he brings us somethin' better."

The bearded lady shook her head. "I need a little more man than th-"

Whatever shock that Gordon had earlier when he met her was gone. He landed a punch in her face and brought his elbow back hard into the stomach of the tall man. When the captor hunched to hold his gut and released Gordon, he surged forward and kicked the portion of a man out of the way of the desk.

Behind it he snagged the chair at the desk, held it over his head, and sent it cracking down on the surface. Wood splintered and slats flew to the sides. He grabbed two of the now free legs, nails protruding from them, and reeled to face the myriad of freaks.

No sympathy. Not for them. Not tonight.

"Burn down your nest will he?" came the Joker's voice in the meantime. He reached out and snatched the end of that umbrella. "No, burn down your nest will ME."

He jerked the end of it's barrel before it could bore a hole through Scarface's neck. No way will he appreciate it, so ungrateful people are nowadays, but Harley would pout at me if I just let him kill him.

Scarface/Penguin: The bullet left the tip of the umbrella and ricocheted off the door, Rhino had to duck out the way to keep from getting a hole himself.

"What?!" Cobblepot seethed venomously up at the clown as he pulled his Umbrella back again. "What pray tell did you happenly hope to conceive from attacking ME, Clown, lowering yourself to working with rats? " He swung at Scarface.

Scarface skipped forward and spun around, grinning viciously. "Seems like I'm really WHORIN' myself around these days, Peck-Peck. Sorry 'bout yer coo-coo clock's ah burnt, but ey ders just no room fer yer fatass in our venture now.. Rhino.. "

"Don't taunt me, WOODENTOP, Hiding behind that clown will do you no good, when I get my hands on you, I'll not only double what I did last time, I'll utterly tear your he--Rhino?"

Apparently Penguin had not paid enough attention to the big goon who'd followed the two crime bosses outside. Cobblepot slowly turned his head upward just in time to see those two thick meaty hands coming down to snag him by the lapels.

"Waaaugh!" Went Penguin as he collided with the trash cans at the end of the alley.

Scarface smirked triumphantly and turned heel, heading out the mouth of the alley. " Common laughin' boy, Sounds like the freaks are already at Jimbo, and I don't want Peckpeck shittin' on this suit, it's a good one. "

Gordon/Joker: "Waaaait, Woody. There's something not quite right here." Joker eyed the door, tapping his nose and standing at the end of the alley.

There was a loud clank as the door to the alley swung open. A brawny tattooed woman flew against the wall on the other side hard, as if would be Batman himself who came careening out of there. It wasn't Batman, though. With a busted lip and exerting himself so much that he was starting to foam a bit around the air he was hissing through his teeth.

His ears caught the sound of Cobblepot before his eyes made out the Joker.

You! You did this to him!

He didn't miss a beat as he dashed at Cobblepot, wielding one of his heavy planks.

If I kill him. Yeah, like Scarface did Donnegon. Maybe then it'll bring Arnold back! Before Penguin could have much of a chance to recover from his trash can collision, he'd find that plank coming down hard on him. No, the plank wasn't enough. It was tossed aside and Gordon fell upon him with his fist. Hard. Swift. Until skin was slick and knuckles were seeped with crimson.

Joker stood transfixed at the other end of the alley. Perhaps, this may have been the most beautiful thing he'd ever witnessed in his life.

Scarface/Penguin: That little shit. That little backstabber. That little.. oh he was going to utterly rip his world apart. Penguin had actually Squawked in utter rage as he'd rolled from the trash, swinging his umbrella, those boys were about to see how fast a little angry fat bird could move..

.. but then there was Gordon. Coming down on him so hard and so fast the dirty little bird wasn't quite sure what was happening. Suddenly his monocle was cracked, his nose was broken. His blood was getting everywhere, all over his own suit, all over the ground, all over the good guys hands and face. He squeaked and flapped, swinging his umbrella as he tried to fight off the crazed man, but too little avail.

"Hm?" Scarface almost sounded bored as he turned around and stepped back into the mouth of the alley. Oh but what to fall upon his eyes? His glasses glinted as he smiled big and bright witnessing the brutal treatment of Penguin by Gordon's hand.

"Ahah, gotta give the ol boy credit, he's more resilient then we's thought." Maybe he'll kill him. Common Jimbo, lemme see yah cross the threshold from cop tah murderer. Lets see yah become just like us.

Hate to root for a cop, but. Scarface let out a whistle. "Show that little peckpeck he shouldn't go sticking his perchin' stick in other people's honeyholes." Something sick and satisfying was bubbling up in Scarface, he so loved the torture that he couldn't even notice Wesker pressing against the back of his head.

If Gordon DID kill Penguin, because he loved Wesker that much, it might actually spark something. Scarface pulled a gun from his suit, dropped it to the ground and kicked it toward Gordon. " Show us the love, baby. "

Penguin had gone limp, the fight had been beaten out of him, nearly unconscious he'd lost his umbrella and was just trying to keep Gordon's hands from his face, trying to bat away those bloody fists that were still assaulting his face.

Gordon/Joker: The horrible thing was it felt GOOD. The coppery smell. The slick feeling as blood seeped between his fingers. He could taste it in his mouth. God, what was the round man's and what was his? He couldn't tell anymore. Wait....

His head turned toward the gun. Do it Jim, do it and you can get him back. Nobody'll miss Cobblepot. Do it!

He grabbed the short aristocrat by handfuls of bunched shirt and coat and dragged him toward where the gun clattered. He picked it up, clicked off the safety with his thumb, and stood above his adversary.

His foot fell on his chest and shoved him to the ground. That wild eyed expression was on his face, broad whites of eyes staring down, gleaming through the lenses of his glasses. He pointed the barrel between Cobblepot's eyes.

"...You know, Woody, just a little push and you may have made a conquest that not even Dr. Arkham could undo." The smile that was in that voice was enormous.

What am I doing? Find another way, there's gotta be another way.

Gordon let off the safety and dropped the gun, letting it fall slickly from bloodied fingers. He didn't blink as his gaze shifted to Scarface. For you, in there, Arnold, I'll find you another way. Whatever it takes.

He lifted his foot and stumbled backward, catching the wall with his hand. Never had the man looked further from being the Commissioner of Police. Rather, instead, there was something dazed and furious in his eyes. It was so strong, that they remained unblinking as he stumbled back out of the alley, leaving a bloody handprint on the wall to mark his presence.

Scarface/Penguin: He'd lost too much blood to even squawk out weakly when he found that gun aimed down at him. You're going to die, over that double crossing, rat of a man. You're going to die because Commissioner Gordon has completely snap because you banged his little turtle dove. Penguin -might- have cracked a grin, even in his own demise to his thoughts, had he felt like he had any teeth left. Knowing he could do so much damage to one person. He waited for the bullet to come.

Scarface had gone silent, As Gordon stood posed over Cobblepot with the gun aimed. The little man's face had become void of all expression. Just two gleaming circlets in a pale little scarred face. For a brief moment, just before the gun clattered to the ground, his lip even trembled.

But the gun hit the ground, not a bullet to Cobblepot's busted up face. And Scarface snapped back to reality and met Gordon's pending look with a return smirk. He seemed disappointed as the commissioner shambled off and watched Penguin slid into unconsciousness.

"S-shit" Went Rhino, the big guy wiped at his brow, suddenly with more fear for Gordon then ever before. Flass's story was even more real now.

Scarface blinked over at the bloody hand print and then just chuckled, pulling a cigar from his suit. This time, when he turned heel, he wasn't going to look back. "Figures, Copper didn't have the backbone for it, woulda been a good show, lets just hope Peck-Peck wakes up before the rest of yer posse does, Buhhh.. now I'll never get these images outta my head. "

Shoulders were rolled. Yer a persistent fucker, Gordon, but you's anit gonna win this one. Dummy's mine, and this time, yer not getting him back.