In Too Deep

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The video linked is where the "torture" scene is from.

"Tell them your name"

It seems as though this was taken in some kind of butcher shop?

"Brian Douglas"

The grumpy looking man dressed as batman sits in the middle of the room surrounded by dead meat hanging from the ceiling.

"Are you the real batman?"

Of course not. The hockey pads are a dead give away.

"No"

The imposter admits sadly.

"No?"

"Then why do you dress up like him?"

"Because he's a symbol that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you"

Scum? I mean that's a bit hasty. Jacks laugh resonates through the tape.

"Yeah, Brian. You really do"

He grabs the guys face and shakes him around a little.

"So you think that batman has made Gotham a better place?"

"Look at me"

"Look at me!"

He yells at the man in a voice so deep it frightens even me.

"You see this is how crazy batman has made Gotham. You want order in Gotham? Batman must take off his mask and turn himself in.

Everyday he doesn't, people will die. Starting tonight.

I'm a man of my word."

"Phase 2 begins tonight" Jack turns off the tv and turns to us.

"Tonight's the fundraiser for Harvey. We will be crashing it. Just a little introduction. Seems like Gotham has forgotten who I am. I refuse to not be acknowledged and properly welcomed back" he announces.

"During that time frame I'm going to need you, and whoever you choose to visit Sorillo" he points to Johnny and he nods.

"You'll give her the envelope and we'll meet back here to discuss tomorrow's arrangements if all goes as planned"

"And you, go over to the commissioners and give him a nice new bottle of whiskey" he smirks.

"After that, I'm thinking I'll announce who my first victim will be" I lean back against the metal table and cross my arms over my chest.

"Who is it gonna be?" one of his men asks.

"The mayor" he smirks and my eyes widen.

"The freaking mayor?!" I yell as I flail my arms around.

"The one and only" he says with a big smile.

"And how exactly do you plan to pull off something that immense?" I ask. He walks over to me and leans down so his head is next to mine.

"I'll tell you all about it tonight, on our bearskin rug doll" he whispers into my ear. I push him away.

"You come back to me without a fucking scratch" I growl, my finger digging into his chest. He holds his hands up and chuckles.

"Without a single scratch"