One, little two, little three Albertos

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Alberto Falcone

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Alberto Falcone

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(Rocket POV)

Nanaue and I started climbing the stairs as the alarms went off "Fuck that's loud" My companion groaned "Why does it have to be so loud? We get it, something bad happened, do we really need to wake up all of Gotham"

I chuckle as we get to Alberto's floor, and I smirk when I see a discarded shucking knife near the edge of the railing. I pick it up and laugh at what someone would think this would do to me "This'll work"

"What you got there?"

"Oyster knife" I grin, holding it up to him to see

"Kinda small"

"It's meant to be that way, but I think Alberto will enjoy it more"

"You gonna give it to him?" He scowled

"I'm gonna use it on him" I snicker, making Nanaue laugh. When we reach his cell, he's inside sitting on his bed, smirking at me. His cell is locked up tight and he does nothing but laugh as I tap on the glass

"You can't get me Black Rose" He smugly states "And I'm going to enjoy watching you die"

Frowning I look towards Nanaue, who nods towards the back of me. I turn around to see 10 huge mother-fuckers approaching us "If you wouldn't mind boss, I'd like to play with them"

I laugh and nod my head, looking at my new friend "Have at it mate" I watch as the beast launches himself at the group, tackling 'em to the ground. He stands up and grabs one guys leg, lifting him in the air and using him like a baseball bat

He swings the body into another, and I hear several grunts and groans. One goon is quick to his feet, but Nanaue winds up his human bat, and swings. He hits the other guy so hard, his body goes flying over the banister "Touchdown!" The Shark cheers, and then turns his attention to the rest

I glare the rat, smiling as his eyes are on my friend "Can ya open up?" I ask him. He looks at me and shakes his head "Please? The guards will be here soon, and ya owe me" He shakes his head again. Rolling my eyes, I access the security system and open his cell

In shock, he stands on his bed, holding a shank infront of him. It looks like a sharpened butter knife "Leave me alone!" He cries out

I walk into his cell and lock it, so we won't be interrupted "I did ask nicely" I shrug. Looking around at the identical cell as mine

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