this mess.”
“Yes, Sir.” The butler said before leaving the den.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Mr. Wayne said as he looked back at both men. “I’m going to check on my family.”
Both Falcone and Gordon stood there and looked at one another after Mr. Wayne left the room. Falcone was breathing deeply and still had the bloody knife in his hand. “It’s a nice knife.”
Falcone reached out and offered it back to its owner. Tony stood there for a moment and then waved him off.
“Keep it.” Gordon said as he breathed deeply. “I have a few others.”
“What makes you think I need it?” Falcone asked.
“Your profession would suggest you do.” Tony replied, “A word of advice Falcone; a knife is a good friend when you have no others.”
“I think you’re right.” Falcone said as he grabbed a handkerchief from the Kingslayer’s blood from it. “Maybe I should get out of here before your boss and Gotham’s finest see us together one too many times.”
Tony laughed. “Your car is outside. What am I going to say, you just happened to come by when I was hitching my way to Wayne Manor?”
The two men laughed and it lightened the mood as sirens filled the background to tell them the whole force was on their way.
The body was fetched from the lake shore the next morning at first light. After taking prints and putting it into the system, they came back as a match for a petty crook named Franklin Napier. He used to be a small time thug for Big Lou Maroni’s crew, but the mobster was very quick to deny any involvement in the Kingslayer murders. The people were pleased to see that justice had been served and that the serial killer’s reign had come to an end. The papers, especially the Gazzette published the Kingslayer’s words, made him seem larger than life and posted the details of his now infamous death by falling out the window of Wayne Manor to the hard, unforgiving rocks of the lakeshore. Falcone did his best to keep his name out of the papers and even allowed Tony Gordon to take all the credit for saving the Wayne family and even solving the clues to do so. He didn’t want any press and was going to get all the praise he needed, that being the gratitude of a mob boss who would have been dead if it were not for his efforts.
Everyone had thought the Kingslayer killings were over.
They were wrong.
The show had been over a few minutes but that didn’t stop them from taking their time to get back to the car. They had watched a film together, the first time they did something as a family and it was a good time for everyone. The couple might have been overdressed as Dad was wearing a suit and mom had a fur coat on, but they didn’t get out at often and took advantage of the moment. There was still popcorn left over from the show and Dad couldn’t help but steal a little from his son as they were walking down the alley. It was in this alley were fate would catch up with them. The father of this family turned around to realize two men had been following them. He didn’t recognize them but they looked to be up to no good. They stood there in silence but it was clear to the two parents that the taller man was holding a gun, a big one in his right hand. They stood there in silence looking at one another.
Without saying anything, the shorter man reached out and grabbed at the mother’s neck, tearing off a pearl necklace. Without thinking, Dad reach over and tried to stop the man from stealing the necklace which was a terrible mistake. It was all the excuse the taller man need as he lifted his gun and fired, hitting the father in the chest. As the woman began to scream to the top of her lungs, the taller masked man turned his gun on her and silenced her with a shot to her chest as well and watched as she dropped to the ground with a large thud. The small boy stood there, with both parents lying around him and bleeding to death and with tears streaming down your face.
“Holy shit!” the shorter called
“Yes, Sir.” The butler said before leaving the den.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Mr. Wayne said as he looked back at both men. “I’m going to check on my family.”
Both Falcone and Gordon stood there and looked at one another after Mr. Wayne left the room. Falcone was breathing deeply and still had the bloody knife in his hand. “It’s a nice knife.”
Falcone reached out and offered it back to its owner. Tony stood there for a moment and then waved him off.
“Keep it.” Gordon said as he breathed deeply. “I have a few others.”
“What makes you think I need it?” Falcone asked.
“Your profession would suggest you do.” Tony replied, “A word of advice Falcone; a knife is a good friend when you have no others.”
“I think you’re right.” Falcone said as he grabbed a handkerchief from the Kingslayer’s blood from it. “Maybe I should get out of here before your boss and Gotham’s finest see us together one too many times.”
Tony laughed. “Your car is outside. What am I going to say, you just happened to come by when I was hitching my way to Wayne Manor?”
The two men laughed and it lightened the mood as sirens filled the background to tell them the whole force was on their way.
The body was fetched from the lake shore the next morning at first light. After taking prints and putting it into the system, they came back as a match for a petty crook named Franklin Napier. He used to be a small time thug for Big Lou Maroni’s crew, but the mobster was very quick to deny any involvement in the Kingslayer murders. The people were pleased to see that justice had been served and that the serial killer’s reign had come to an end. The papers, especially the Gazzette published the Kingslayer’s words, made him seem larger than life and posted the details of his now infamous death by falling out the window of Wayne Manor to the hard, unforgiving rocks of the lakeshore. Falcone did his best to keep his name out of the papers and even allowed Tony Gordon to take all the credit for saving the Wayne family and even solving the clues to do so. He didn’t want any press and was going to get all the praise he needed, that being the gratitude of a mob boss who would have been dead if it were not for his efforts.
Everyone had thought the Kingslayer killings were over.
They were wrong.
The show had been over a few minutes but that didn’t stop them from taking their time to get back to the car. They had watched a film together, the first time they did something as a family and it was a good time for everyone. The couple might have been overdressed as Dad was wearing a suit and mom had a fur coat on, but they didn’t get out at often and took advantage of the moment. There was still popcorn left over from the show and Dad couldn’t help but steal a little from his son as they were walking down the alley. It was in this alley were fate would catch up with them. The father of this family turned around to realize two men had been following them. He didn’t recognize them but they looked to be up to no good. They stood there in silence but it was clear to the two parents that the taller man was holding a gun, a big one in his right hand. They stood there in silence looking at one another.
Without saying anything, the shorter man reached out and grabbed at the mother’s neck, tearing off a pearl necklace. Without thinking, Dad reach over and tried to stop the man from stealing the necklace which was a terrible mistake. It was all the excuse the taller man need as he lifted his gun and fired, hitting the father in the chest. As the woman began to scream to the top of her lungs, the taller masked man turned his gun on her and silenced her with a shot to her chest as well and watched as she dropped to the ground with a large thud. The small boy stood there, with both parents lying around him and bleeding to death and with tears streaming down your face.
“Holy shit!” the shorter called
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