out as soon as possible.”
“Find out what, hun?” the waitress asked as began to pour Tony a refill.
“We need to know who owns the Gotham Gazzette.” Falcone asked.
“I actually know the answer to that.” The waitress replied, “I remember a story about it when the Gazzette was bought out two years ago.”
“Who bought them out?” Tony asked.
“Wayne Enterprises.” The waitress answered.
Tony looked back at Falcone. “That’s one of the biggest military contractors in the country!”
“There’s your king of spades.” Falcone replied. “That’s his next target.”
“We have to call the police!” Tony said, panicking.
“No time.” Falcone said as he stood up. “I’ll drive.”
As they were leaving the diner in a rush, Falcone handed a hundred dollar bill to the waitress. “Keep the change, sweetie. You earned it.”
Just like he had earlier in the day, Falcone didn’t hesitate to put the pedal to the metal and burned rubber as he bolted through the streets on their way to Wayne Manor. He passed several cars despite the dangerous turns on the two lane roads, to the point where Tony was holding on for dear life and wondered if they were going to get to their destination in one piece.
“Relax, Gordon,” Falcone said as he passed another car with ease. “I’ve driven up here a million times. I know this road and we’ll get there in good time. Hopefully the Waynes are still alive.”
“What do you care about them?” Tony asked. It was a good question.
“Honestly, I don’t.” Falcone confessed, “But I got a bone to pick with this turd and there is nothing more I’d love to do than to foil his plans and introduce him to his maker.”
“No, we take him in alive!” Tony called back to him.
Falcone paused for a moment. “All right, but I can’t guarantee he’ll be in one piece.”
“As long as he stands trial, you can do whatever you want.” Tony replied, “Let’s just make sure the Wayne family is safe first.”
“Deal.” Falcone said as he put his heavy foot down again and accelerated to top speed. Tony had no idea a car was capable of going this fast as Falcone hit each turn like a seasoned pro.
“How far out are we?” Tony asked.
“Less than a minute.” Falcone said as he nodded to the right side. “It’s just up over that kill, by the lake.”
“How do you know this?” Tony asked.
“It’s not like that.” Falcone said, “I have a safe house, a cabin, just a few more miles up the road. I pass by Wayne Manor all the time.”
Falcone turn a sharp turn off the road and in the distance there was a gate with the letter W on it. Instead of slowing down, Falcone floored the pedal again never slowing down as they approached the gate.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tony called out.
“Hang on!” Falcone called back as he never slowed down.
The muscle car had a solid body, one that was no match for the steel gate as the car pounded through it like a battering ram. Falcone was able to keep control of the car after the impact and rolled up to the front door and slammed the car into park. As the both got out of the car, the main doors opens and the butler was standing there with a jaw gapped.
“What is the meaning of this?” he called out to the to men in the car.
“I’m Tony Gordon and I work for the district attorney.” Tony called out as he waved around a card that proved he was a member of the DA office.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Gordon?” the old man asked.
“We believe the Wayne family is in danger.” Falcone said as he shot straight to the point. “We need to speak with them, now.”
“Of course.” The butler said as he stepped aside. “Follow me.”
As the three men walked up the main staircase, Falcone who was behind the butler quietly pulled out his gun and kept it behind his back, ready to fire at a moments notice if he spotted anyone wearing a mask. As they all walked into the room, Falcone pushed the butler aside. He
“Find out what, hun?” the waitress asked as began to pour Tony a refill.
“We need to know who owns the Gotham Gazzette.” Falcone asked.
“I actually know the answer to that.” The waitress replied, “I remember a story about it when the Gazzette was bought out two years ago.”
“Who bought them out?” Tony asked.
“Wayne Enterprises.” The waitress answered.
Tony looked back at Falcone. “That’s one of the biggest military contractors in the country!”
“There’s your king of spades.” Falcone replied. “That’s his next target.”
“We have to call the police!” Tony said, panicking.
“No time.” Falcone said as he stood up. “I’ll drive.”
As they were leaving the diner in a rush, Falcone handed a hundred dollar bill to the waitress. “Keep the change, sweetie. You earned it.”
Just like he had earlier in the day, Falcone didn’t hesitate to put the pedal to the metal and burned rubber as he bolted through the streets on their way to Wayne Manor. He passed several cars despite the dangerous turns on the two lane roads, to the point where Tony was holding on for dear life and wondered if they were going to get to their destination in one piece.
“Relax, Gordon,” Falcone said as he passed another car with ease. “I’ve driven up here a million times. I know this road and we’ll get there in good time. Hopefully the Waynes are still alive.”
“What do you care about them?” Tony asked. It was a good question.
“Honestly, I don’t.” Falcone confessed, “But I got a bone to pick with this turd and there is nothing more I’d love to do than to foil his plans and introduce him to his maker.”
“No, we take him in alive!” Tony called back to him.
Falcone paused for a moment. “All right, but I can’t guarantee he’ll be in one piece.”
“As long as he stands trial, you can do whatever you want.” Tony replied, “Let’s just make sure the Wayne family is safe first.”
“Deal.” Falcone said as he put his heavy foot down again and accelerated to top speed. Tony had no idea a car was capable of going this fast as Falcone hit each turn like a seasoned pro.
“How far out are we?” Tony asked.
“Less than a minute.” Falcone said as he nodded to the right side. “It’s just up over that kill, by the lake.”
“How do you know this?” Tony asked.
“It’s not like that.” Falcone said, “I have a safe house, a cabin, just a few more miles up the road. I pass by Wayne Manor all the time.”
Falcone turn a sharp turn off the road and in the distance there was a gate with the letter W on it. Instead of slowing down, Falcone floored the pedal again never slowing down as they approached the gate.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tony called out.
“Hang on!” Falcone called back as he never slowed down.
The muscle car had a solid body, one that was no match for the steel gate as the car pounded through it like a battering ram. Falcone was able to keep control of the car after the impact and rolled up to the front door and slammed the car into park. As the both got out of the car, the main doors opens and the butler was standing there with a jaw gapped.
“What is the meaning of this?” he called out to the to men in the car.
“I’m Tony Gordon and I work for the district attorney.” Tony called out as he waved around a card that proved he was a member of the DA office.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Gordon?” the old man asked.
“We believe the Wayne family is in danger.” Falcone said as he shot straight to the point. “We need to speak with them, now.”
“Of course.” The butler said as he stepped aside. “Follow me.”
As the three men walked up the main staircase, Falcone who was behind the butler quietly pulled out his gun and kept it behind his back, ready to fire at a moments notice if he spotted anyone wearing a mask. As they all walked into the room, Falcone pushed the butler aside. He
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