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The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-FIVE)

Lucius Fox stood before The Penguin, his lackadaisical expression betraying nothing. To his left stood the ever beautiful Pamela Isley. And to his right, Harley Quinn watched with a hungry gleam in her eye for carnage and a bat in her right hand to inflict such death.

Behind him stood a row of other Gothamites who were loyal to the city that once existed; the city that was free of corruption and evil practices. The city that Robin once protected. Now, Robin was dead and darkness had truly befallen the great city.

The Penguin regarded him like a cat regards a mouse. But Lucius never showed fear. He only stared back, waiting for whatever would happen next.

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The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-ONE)

The Penguin couldn’t remember the last time he had been this furious. He had a careful plan. One that was playing out splendidly. And then…then…

He couldn’t believe how his compatriots had betrayed his trust. His hands were shaking he was so filled with fury.

As the mayhem had ensued he had slipped away, heading immediately to the lair he once used as a base of operations beneath Gotham where he awaited Harley and Pamela. When they arrived with their surviving members of the masked mob he charged Quinn from out of the shadows, knocking her bat out of her hands with a swing of his cane and slamming her against the sewer wall. As Pamela raised her hand he unholstered a small handgun, pointing it directly at her. With Harley pinned and Pamela forced to not move lest she gets shot, he was able to vent his rage and the vitriol he sent forth was blistering. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (SIXTY-ONE)

The Dark Knight Lives (FIFTY-EIGHT)

Commissioner Lynx knew she would have to keep her emotions in check but as she stared at the decorated casket containing Commissioner Gordon’s body within its confines she was finding it very hard to.

The rain had begun to appropriately fall from the sky, casting everything in a gloomier light. People were starting to arrive at the procession, meaning she would have to regain composure quickly. Behind her, she heard footsteps approaching but she didn’t turn to look. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (FIFTY-EIGHT)

The Dark Knight Lives (FIFTY-SIX)

The early morning, alive with the feverish buzz of Gotham’s citizens following the return of the city’s beloved knight, Batman, had left The Penguin seized in a fit of anxiety. The late morning, however, brought great news he wasn’t expecting.

After days apart from his dangerous female partners, Harley Quinn and Pamela Isley they returned, not as failures, but with the information he needed to get rid of his current greatest enemy; Robin.

Clasping his hands as he sat behind the desk in his office, he rocked back and forth in his rotating chair, thinking carefully. “Today is a big day for us,” he began. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (FIFTY-SIX)

The Dark Knight Lives (FIFTY-FOUR)

Remembering. It was driving The Penguin to do great things, to be the best person that he could be. Remembering how he rose from the darkness of the sewers to become a crime lord titan, hidden away in the shadows and operating under the guise of a simple entity. An entity that now struck fear in the hearts of all who heard it.

And now, he could see that power he had gained on the verge of crumbling before his very eyes. With each day that passed Robin’s revelation of The Penguin’s true identity as Mayor came close to being unveiled. And if that happened, everything he had built, everything that he had sacrificed would go up in a puff of smoke. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (FIFTY-FOUR)

The Dark Knight Lives (FORTY-NINE)

Gloria Ramirez was fast asleep when she felt someone shaking her shoulders. Her eyes flashed open and her left hand instinctively balled into a fist to punch her attacker only to find that it was Blake Lively staring down at her.

“Come. There’s something you have to see,” he told her.

Rubbing the grogginess out of her eyes, she hurried out of bed, following after him. Her head was pounding from being startled out of her deep slumber. And she had been sleeping so well too. After a hard day’s work sleep was so precious. And now this gift that rest had given to her had been robbed of her. It was so unfortunate.

Her grumpiness at being woken dissipated instantly as she saw what was being broadcast on the television. It was an aerial view of the Bat-signal shining into the clouds from the Wayne Enterprises Building. She practically shrieked at the sight, covering her mouth in utter shock. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (FORTY-NINE)