{Stanley}
[An Alleyway Gotham]
'Damn my head hurts. I was sat in my room and then' I slowly sit up, I'm in an alley covered in graffiti and who knows what. As I push myself to my feet I notice how my jacket pulls. There is something heavy in my pocket. I reach in and pull out a jade mask, its surface is ???. I run my fingers over it, I know what it is of course, it's The Mask not the Jim Carrey one the comic one. Such power in exchange for violence man not a bad exchange. First I need to get home.
"Lookey here guv, a little pretty boy bet he'll be fun to play with"
Well I suppose it would be a waste to not try it out. I bring it to my face and it feels as if my face is being sucked into it. It latches onto my face, I touch it and I can feel it spreading and smoothing. Oh what fun this is going to be.
"Ha, Haa, Haaa, HahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HA He hee heeeeee."
{Narrator}
[WKW]
His laughter dies but his large toothed smile doesn't he reaches up and runs his hand over his smooth green head.
"Eh what's so funny pal?!"
The Maskspins his and hold up a finger. One of the thugs pulls hour his gun.
"Look here chump I don't know what type of meta you are but you will had over your valuables and piss off out of Gotham."
He smile and reaches into his top pocket. The thug smiles and steps forward holding out his hand, his smile twists into a scream as the haft of a mallet punches through his hand.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha"
The thug reels back opening fire the bullets slam into The Mask his body stretches as they pass coming to a stop wrapped in his flesh before his body decides it prefers to be less stretched out and returns to normal shape launching the bullets back. The thug barley has the chance to look up before the bullets slam into his stomach, chest and neck. He slumps to the side blood pouring from his wounds as The Mask brushes of his suit before strutting toward the second thug who empties his clip at The Mask. His face falls as he watches his bullets fly through the empty space where The Mask's body moved out the way. He looks up at The Mask who flips his mallet gripping the bloody haft and swings the head stretching into a large pair of puckered lips which slams into his face.
"Gotham you say eh? Well this will be a blast. Hahahahahahahaha He hee heeee"
He spins his mallet and kisses the lips smearing his green lips with red gore.
"Hmm where to now. This is a world of opportunity and I want it all. Hmm maybe there is a flightless bird I should visit."
He chuckles clicking his heals against the pavement. And begins to stride down the pavement. He turns and hooks a pedestrian with his mallet.
"Tell me how do I get to the Iceburg Lounge?"
The pedestrian looks perturbed by The Mask and the mallet's lips which are licking his neck.
"Down the street then a right a left and go fuck yourself creep."
It takes a second for his face to become paste against the pavement.
"Whoops, what was that chump?"
He drops into a crouch.
"You just had to be nice, why is it so hard for people to be nice."
He stands and struts off his heals clicking.
10 minutes later he arrives at the Iceberg Lounge .
"Nice, nice. It will do for now."
He struts forward approaching the doors.
"Whoa ther buddy there's a queue." "Would this change your mind?"
He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. The doorman quickly flips through the bills before looking up at The Mask.
"The boss is gonna like you."
He steps back on pushes the door open.
"Welcome to the Iceberg Lounge." "Thank you good sir."
The Mask's grin stretches wider and he hands the doorman an extra 50 before strutting in. The soft music floats around him as he is led to a table and sat. He is just tucking into a steak when a top hat bobs toward him.
"Ok you, bug eye's I've just got word that you killed 3 people. I will have to leave, I run a respectable business and I don't need the Bats kicking down my door after some bug eyed freak."
The top hats men reach into their coats grasping whoopy cushions which trumpet loudly.
"Well excuse you my vertically challenged friend"
The mask whips out a fan and slaps the large button with a twirling line on it. The Tophats goons are swept of the ground and sent twirling across the lounge. The top hat flies of exposing black thinning gelled back hair covering a pail liverspotted head nesseled in furs. Two beedy eyes glair at The Mask as Oswald Cobblepot clings to his umbrella which's hooked around the leg of the table.
"Whoops, I didn't see you there little guy, I just wanted to clear the air. You should stand up when asking someone to leave, now why don't you waddle over here and climb onto the seat, I'm sure I can find you a booster seat, now what do you want Napoleon Jn?"
The Mask completely ignoring the fact that Oswald was doing a good impression of a tomato carefully lays out the Kids menu next to him. In an instant Oswald flips up his umbrella and flips down the trigger and pulls it he roars with rage a he empties the mag at The Mask. Chuckling as the mag clicks empty.
"Now now, you almost ruined this lovely booth."
Oswald eyes go wide as he turns slowly towards the booth to see every bullet layed out neatly on the table. The mask stands stepping over the table in one . He grabs the penguin's umbrella amd tears it from his grip. He swings it upright and hits the release as it opens a mallet slams into the tiles between Oswald legs.
"So impolite. I was willing to walk out the doors but now, I feel that I could run this place so much better than you Oswald."
He grips the haft of the mallet and lazily swings it back his shoulder popping as he does the full loop and brings it down. Oswald scrambles out the way as the mallet bounces off the tiles with a loud Boing. Guests begin to filter out the doors as thugs rush in. The mask wolf whistles and the bullets resting on his table shoot into the air they move like homing missiles slamming into the thugs dropping all of them.
"Strike."
The mask focuses in on Oswald again who has got to his feet and is running towards a door. He closes the umbrella and grabs it by the head and casts it like a fishing rod, the curved grip flys off trailing a thick length of rope. The handle catches Oswald arm and The Mask pulls dealing him back. Oswald struggles and slips free but as he stands The Masks heal dents his chest and he crashes back down. The Mask advances the head of his mallet kissing at Oswald before a red hole open in his head and he snaps to attention before falling back. Oswald looks up.
"Bruno, your late!"
Bruno Tess helps Oswald up.
"This guy killed all them?" "He's a freak like the rest of them."
"Ha, freak, he. Like your any better Penguiiiiinnnnne. Your just another gimmick in this city."
They slowly turn as The Mask rotates to a standing position.
"Look here you freak."
With a large wet slap Bruno's head implodes around the lips of the Mallet.
"What's the difference between Alcoholism and a Lobotomy?" "Oh your a Joker clone well he's not funny and neither are yo"
The mask grabs a bottle and smashes the neck of befor stepping across the room and lifting Oswald by the lapels.
"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a full frontal lobotomy. But you get BOTH!"
His arm pistons forwards forcing the broken bottle around Oswalds eye. He releases him letting him slump to the ground. He reaches down and pulls oswalds fur lined coat from him and wraps it around him. This is lovely quality. He looks over to where several penguins are waddling around on a large piece of ice behind a glass fence. He struts up to the fence and leans over offering a fish as the penguins waddle over green lightning wiggles through the air striking them. As they recover they eyes take on a green tint. The leap over the fence and land on the checkered floor.
"Right boys lets tidy up eh"
The penguins pull out brooms and mops and get to work as The Mask lifts Oswald by the armpits. His mouth lols and the husky gasp of his breathing assures of his continued life.
"Put this one to bed would you?"
A penguin pulls out a pushchair which The Mask plops Oswald into before strutting out the front door lighting a cigar as he exits into the dreary rain of Gotham and examines a green soul of a shoe.