Prometheus - A DCAU Fanfic.

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03:32 - Gotham Docks.

 Like the night before, Gotham was a gloomy place, though it was obvious something had changed in the last twenty-four hours. There was something going down tonight, evident by the amount of police on the roads, as well as the entire Bat-family being in town. Every pickpocket and mugger in the city, had chosen to stay inside for the night, knowing it was smarter than going into a city, that was on high alert.

Though, the more well-off criminals, or to say, those who we involved in organised crime, acted on orders to continue business as usual. 

The mob's weren't worried, most of Gotham's police department and judicial system, were corrupt, and took bribes, and even if one of the numerous vigilantes found out about their exploits, they knew it was better to take a broken nose and night in jail, over a pair of concrete shoes, for snitching.

Outside of the North Chill refrigeration company headquarters, multiple armed men, wearing light-blue parka's embroidered with the companies cartoon fish logo, watched as a truck, embellished with the same logo, pulled into the building, before entering in behind the truck and closing the garage door.

Once the men was sure that the building was secure, they opened the read door of the truck, revealing a cash of crates, each adorned with the warning's of 'Fragile' in red block lettering, along with the fish logo, that decorated basically everything in the building.

One of the ten or so men, who were in the warehouse, snatched a crowbar from off the floor, and used it to pry open the lid of one of the crates, revealing a stash of automatic rifles in the wooden box.

See, 'Northern Chill', wasn't an ordinary refrigeration company, it was a front for one of the numerous illegal business owned by the city's leading mob boss: The Penguin. And made it's profit from running guns, not Cod.

"There's got a be at least a hundred grand here alone!" - One goon remarked in amazement to another.

The second man, obviously the group's leader, chuckled. - "And there's another twenty crates in the truck, even after the Boss takes his cut, we'll be swimming in cash." - He picked one of the weapons out of the box. 

"What you gonna buy, with your share?" - One of the other thugs asked the first one.

"New T.V."

"Nice, I'm thinking about getting a hot tub."

"Can I suggest saving it, for medical bills." - A voice piped up from behind the gang, earning the attention of everyone in the room.

The group pulled their guns on the lanky man, wearing a dark coat and cheap Halloween mask. - "Who the fuck are you?"

"Just a concerned citizen." - The man answered, slowly putting his arms in the air, his phone in his right hand.

"Then what's with the mask?"

"I prefer to keep my identity a secret, now-"

"What are you doing here?" - The leader asked, interrupted the man, who just sighed.

"As I was about to say, I'm looking for the Penguin."

"You're looking for the Boss?"

"Yes, we have much to discuss, and he is a hard man to find." - The man admitted, a slight Canadian accent coming through in his speech.

One of the crook's tutted. - "Well he's not here!"

"Oh, I know, I just thought if anyone knew where the Bird is, it would be his gun-peddling lackeys."