Gotham's Hood: [DC X Male Reader]

[Finale]

Were you expecting the final chapter so soon? Know damn well I wasn't but I've been taking my sweet ass time too much! I hope you all enjoyed reading as much as I did writing. Thank you and be on the lookout for my next story, I'm thinking a Spider-Man Male Reader. I've already written chapter one for that book... 👀

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"HE CUT A DEAL WITH MASK?!"

"You mind keeping it down!" I looked around to make sure no one had heard Deion blab about the news,
"Let me finish, shit. He's going after Joker right now,"

"Alone? He really trusts Black Mask enough to give up Joker?"

"Not like Mask has a reason to protect Joker plus-"

"Yo, F/n, D. Come take some shots with us man!" A Saint member called out.

"Inna second gang!" I took hold of Deion and led us to the balcony for some privacy,
"Word on the street is tensions rising with those two. Me and you could end our war and prevent another one from starting. Regardless, we gotta do this. Now."

D obviously still wasn't happy with me but he knew we had bigger problems.
"Fine. Whatever. Even if I say no you'll just go there solo and get yourself killed,"

"Tch, yeah right, more like I'll get all the credit and you're gonna feel left out."

"Let's get this shit over with."

"Bout damn time."

Deion and I disappeared from the hotel room and made it to the underground parking garage, I pulled the tarp revealing my SRT and we drove to the Iceberg Lounge in complete silence. We had no idea what to expect but one thing was certain, Black Mask wasn't to walk out of there alive. I was in no mood for peace treaties, not after all the shit we had been through.

When we arrived the place was shut down and empty beside a small unit of black SUV's parked outside. We got out the vehicle and walked up to the front door where two goons waited for us.

"Clubs closed today, turn around! Nothing to see here,"

"You idiot! These are who the boss is waiting on. Go on in," They both stared us down but moved aside to open the doors. I was clutching my gun the entire time, anxious but trigger-ready.

I whistled and looked around at the place, "I would be a hater to not admit this place looks great," I looked around at the glass chandelier and fancy-looking decorations all around. There was a stage where a piano player was oddly sitting, playing a peaceful tune I didn't recognize.

"You like? I'm glad you fellas could make it." A voice replied and out from the shadows stepped out Black Mask and the Ravager, the female assassin who Jason had warned me about.

I communicated to Deion without any words that he was to handle the chick, Mask was mine.

"So what's the deal. What do you want from us," Deion said.

"I want what all men want. Peace." He replied stepping over to the front of the staircase but not coming down,
"Come on up, we can talk in the office,"

"Nah. We good right where we at. Nothing you can't say to us right here, right now." I responded.

"... Very well. You both have something that belongs to me and I want it back."

"Last I checked money has no owners, only spenders." Deion replied.

"And I intend to spend mine as I wish, you two are nothing but thieves, lucky for you I see myself as a man of opportunity and kindness. So I'm gonna tell you exactly how this will go." The fucking ego on this guy, I was already itching to put on through his skull,
"You're gonna get my damn money back to me and after that I'll not only spare your lives, I'll also give you a chance to work for a real organization!"