noticed a look on Mr. Wayne’s face and it was one of fear, which told him the suspect was already in the room. He stormed into the room looking for the suspect, with gun drawn, trying to find where the masked man was hiding. Before he could spot him, the masked man pistol whipped Falcone from behind and then pointed his gun at the Butler and Tony. “Over there, now.”
Tony and the Butler both did as they were told. They shuffled over to the desk where Mr. Wayne was standing.
“You don’t have to do this.” Tony called out. “The police are on their way. Get out now while you can.”
“Never.” The masked man replied, “I’m here to do a job and I intend to finish it. The Wayne family will pay for their sins.”
“Why the whole family?” Mr. Wayne called out. “Thomas is only ten years old. What did he do that warrants your wrath?”
“It doesn’t matter!” The masked man called back. “They’re all going to pay for your sins and hopefully everyone will learn that if you do bad things… people will punish you for them!”
Tony looks behind the masked man and noticed that Falcone was regaining consciousness. He was behind the masked man and could surprise him if he had enough time to clear the cobwebs and get back to his feet. Tony stepped up and stood in front of Mr. Wayne.
“This isn’t the way.” Tony said as he defiantly stood up the Kingslayer. “If you think Mr. Wayne or anyone else has sinned, give me your proof and I’ll happily prosecute. There’s nothing I’d enjoy more than making these spoiled fat cats do the handcuff shuffle to Gotham Central. Give me what you got and I’ll make sure they’re all prosecuted.”
“What good will that do?” the masked man asked.
“All the good in the world.” Tony answered, “Killing them is too easy and too quick. Let them rot in a six by six cell, scared that their room mate is going to have their way with him or someone else might in the shower. Eating gross food that we wouldn’t feed to life stock everyday in the once place where his money wouldn’t do shit to help him out. That’s a real punishment fit for whatever sins they committed. Killing is easy, let’s make them suffer.”
The masked man paused and even lowered his gun again. “I never really thought of it that way…”
Before he could say anything else, Falcone was already back on his feet and he tackled the gunman and began to struggle with him for control of the weapon. Everyone ducked for cover except for Tony who ran up and attempted to help Falcone overpower the Kingslayer. During their struggle, Falcone noticed something that he hadn’t seen before. Attached to one of Gordon’s legs was a knife, a rather decent one that was strapped to his belt. Falcone didn’t hesitate to grab the knife, unsheathe it and then stab the masked man’s exposed stomach with it a few times to take the wind out of him. As the gunman loosened his grip on both men, Falcone used his immense power to heave the Kingslayer into the air and toss him out of the large window the over looked the lake. Falcone thought the suspect would just fall two floors to the lawn but he didn’t realize what side of the house they were on as the Kingslayer fell all the way down to the shore of the lake, which was several hundred feet down. He screamed loudly as he fell to his death.
“I said I wanted him alive!” Tony screamed at Falcone as he stood there, shocked at what just happened.
“It was self defense!” Mr. Wayne called out as he stood in front of Falcone. “My butler and I will testify to that.”
“Is that so?” Tony said as he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“This man just saved all of our lives.” Wayne replied, “I think he deserves a little slack rather than your righteous indignation.”
Tony held up his hands as he was unwilling to argue. “All right.”
Mr. Wayne turned to his butler. “Contact the police, make sure they are sending people up here to clean up
Tony and the Butler both did as they were told. They shuffled over to the desk where Mr. Wayne was standing.
“You don’t have to do this.” Tony called out. “The police are on their way. Get out now while you can.”
“Never.” The masked man replied, “I’m here to do a job and I intend to finish it. The Wayne family will pay for their sins.”
“Why the whole family?” Mr. Wayne called out. “Thomas is only ten years old. What did he do that warrants your wrath?”
“It doesn’t matter!” The masked man called back. “They’re all going to pay for your sins and hopefully everyone will learn that if you do bad things… people will punish you for them!”
Tony looks behind the masked man and noticed that Falcone was regaining consciousness. He was behind the masked man and could surprise him if he had enough time to clear the cobwebs and get back to his feet. Tony stepped up and stood in front of Mr. Wayne.
“This isn’t the way.” Tony said as he defiantly stood up the Kingslayer. “If you think Mr. Wayne or anyone else has sinned, give me your proof and I’ll happily prosecute. There’s nothing I’d enjoy more than making these spoiled fat cats do the handcuff shuffle to Gotham Central. Give me what you got and I’ll make sure they’re all prosecuted.”
“What good will that do?” the masked man asked.
“All the good in the world.” Tony answered, “Killing them is too easy and too quick. Let them rot in a six by six cell, scared that their room mate is going to have their way with him or someone else might in the shower. Eating gross food that we wouldn’t feed to life stock everyday in the once place where his money wouldn’t do shit to help him out. That’s a real punishment fit for whatever sins they committed. Killing is easy, let’s make them suffer.”
The masked man paused and even lowered his gun again. “I never really thought of it that way…”
Before he could say anything else, Falcone was already back on his feet and he tackled the gunman and began to struggle with him for control of the weapon. Everyone ducked for cover except for Tony who ran up and attempted to help Falcone overpower the Kingslayer. During their struggle, Falcone noticed something that he hadn’t seen before. Attached to one of Gordon’s legs was a knife, a rather decent one that was strapped to his belt. Falcone didn’t hesitate to grab the knife, unsheathe it and then stab the masked man’s exposed stomach with it a few times to take the wind out of him. As the gunman loosened his grip on both men, Falcone used his immense power to heave the Kingslayer into the air and toss him out of the large window the over looked the lake. Falcone thought the suspect would just fall two floors to the lawn but he didn’t realize what side of the house they were on as the Kingslayer fell all the way down to the shore of the lake, which was several hundred feet down. He screamed loudly as he fell to his death.
“I said I wanted him alive!” Tony screamed at Falcone as he stood there, shocked at what just happened.
“It was self defense!” Mr. Wayne called out as he stood in front of Falcone. “My butler and I will testify to that.”
“Is that so?” Tony said as he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“This man just saved all of our lives.” Wayne replied, “I think he deserves a little slack rather than your righteous indignation.”
Tony held up his hands as he was unwilling to argue. “All right.”
Mr. Wayne turned to his butler. “Contact the police, make sure they are sending people up here to clean up
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