Marvel's The Caped Crusader

Chapter 6

BlackGate Prison, Cellblock A, December 20th, 2005, 9:30pm

Bard doors slamming shut, rattling of keys, and cries of protest resonated throughout the cell block. Array of escapees and red hood members, crowded each cell, as they banged and screamed for there freedom. Guards patrolling each level of the cellblock. Paramedics, who were able to safely enter the prison and treat the wounded. For the dead however, they were alined in rows with white sheets covering their bodies. Fellow officers who knew the deceased paid their respects to their fallen comrades. The battle was won, but the war for the prison rages on. Only one of the red hood syndicate members remained, 148, who dangled upside down from the second level walkway. Commissioner Gordon stood there, waiting for the criminal to awake for interrogation.

"Ugh" 148 groaned as he awoke. Vision clearing up, to see commissioner Gordon standing in an inverted angles. "You've gotta be shitn' me."

"The faster you cooperate pal, the faster I can slam a cell door in your face." Gordon advised.

"You can forget it. I aint telling you squat." 148 answered firmly.

Gordon sighed. "Tried to play the good cop." He shrugged.

148 just rolled his eyes underneath his mask. "And whose exactly bad cop then, hmm?"

In responds, Jim turned 148 around to face the one man he never wanted to be on the other side of an interrogation of. "Im bad cop." F/N answered.

"FUCK!"

KRACK! F/N's fist collided with 148 in responds to his outburst. Grabbing him from the top of his head, pooling him closer, fist drawn back. Prepared to strike again, incase the henchmen decided to get mouthy again, instead of giving them the intel they needed. White slits that sent a message and that message promised unimaginable pain. "Time to talk. Wheres, Red Hood, and what's he planning?" F/N interrogated.

148 gulped. "H-He's on his way to the execution chamber. With Carmine Falcone." He answered, nervously. Seeing that the vigilante wasn't satisfied with just that, he continued. "W-With him eliminated, Red Hood can spear head, Gotham's criminal underworld." He explained further.

F/N forward his brow, in confusion. "He could have had someone assassinate him from the inside. Why the takeover?" He questioned further.

"I-I can't."

KRACK! F/N's punches, 148 again. Gripping the top of the head still, as the dark avenger drew him in closer. Patients running thin. "Can't. Is a word I don't understand." F/N snarled.

"Ok! Ok! Red Hood, h-he wants you dead. He's here for...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH"

Prevented from answering further, shots of electrical currents pulsated though 148's mask. Screaming in excruciating pain, the likes he's never felt before. Bright hues of blue and electrical currents, emanating from his mask, forcing F/N to jump back and shield his eyes. The screams resonated across the whole cell block, caching the attention of every police officer and inmate. Disbelievingly, hearing the ere parsing scream emitting from the first level, and what they witness, horrified them. Fist clenching, muscles tighten, 148 convulses continues, as he chokes on his own foam thats now escapes through his mask. Two seconds later his coverless stopped, no longer screaming. 148 dangles, unmoving, unresponsive. F/N slowly moves closer to check the man's pules, placing two fingers on his neck.

"Jim?" Cash asked from the second level.

"Commissioner?" Fernandez, who was standing next to Cash, also asked, in a concerned tone.