A Story about a normal everyday Henchman working for all kinds of villains and how he gets more 'up and Personal' with some of the female ones....oh! And the heroines as well.
"Gah! Fuck!" I yelled after I got knocked down from the chair I just sat on.
After that I got kicked by man in black suits. One even fucked up my leg a bit.
You may wonder what's going on. Well, lets just say that Black Mask doesn't like it, if a job goes wrong.
The day after the incident with the titans, I got called to a meeting with him and the first thing that happend after sitting down was a punch.
Looking up from the ground, I saw said person.
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"Do you know in how much trouble you are boy? 30 kg cocaine, 20 kg weed, 40 kg and a total of 25 kg of other kinds of drugs. All in all a total of 900 THOUSAND DOLLARS!! And don't try to play dumb. The others already told me it was you." he said. (I don't know the excact price for all that stuff and am too lazy to look it all up.)
'Bastards!' I thought, realizing that they pushed all the blame on me.
"Hold his arm on the table." He commandet his bodyguards.
"Let me go!" I yelled trying to get out of their grip. After they got my left arm on the table, Black mask was handed something from another guard. Turning around he was holding a big butcher knife.
"Oh shit!" I tried even harder.
"This is what happens to someone who ruins my business!" he swung down the knife on my arm in rage.
I closed my eyes out of fear..... but no pain ever came. Only the sound of the knife hitting the table was heard.
Opening my eyes again I saw the knife stuck in the table just a hairs length away from my arm, making a small cut on it.
*Huff Huff Huff* I was breathing heavily.
"But you know... you're in luck." He quickly got back into his business mode. He grabbed me by my face and held it closer to him.
"I got a job for you and if you successfully finish it I'll forget whatever happend with the drugs and even give you a reward for it. But remember one thing... the next time you fail me, it'll be more than just your arm. Do you understand?" he asked.
I nodded and he let go of me, before sitting in his chair.
"Sit down." he ordered and I did as such.
He snapped his fingers and a guard brought a metal suitcase which was handed to me.
"You're job is to deliver what is in this suitcase. Don't even think of opening it or you're dead. You have to deliver it to this address in Metropolis. You will get a bit of money to get there, but that is the only help you'll receive."
"But... why me?" I asked.
"Because of batman and other members of the justice league my hands are bound. I can only act in Gotham and even that to only a certain degree, which is why I have to hire guys like you, that they won't notice."
