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The Dark Knight Lives (TWENTY-FIVE)

The Penguin liked to steal the show. He also liked a dramatic entrance.

It’s why, as the crowd in Gotham Park chanted, “For Gotham!” his swarm of trenchcoat-wearing bodyguards surrounding him pushed people out of the way as he filed through the throng of rowdy individuals, tapping his cane to the rhythm of the chant with his every step. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (TWENTY-FIVE)

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If Only She Could Tell the Truth: Part 7

Han was on the verge of beating the infamous gambler, Lando Calrissian, in a game of sabacc. The crowd surrounding the table was fraught with tenseness as everyone waited to see what Han’s hand consisted of. Qi’ra looked on with wide eyes, her heart beating quickly in her breast.

Was Han going to do it? Was he really going to win and obtain Lando’s ship in the process? She clenched her hand tightly, her fingernails digging into her palm. If he did indeed win she would be beyond impressed.

Han smiled. “Straight staves,” he said as he revealed his cards. Continue reading If Only She Could Tell the Truth: Part 7

The Dark Knight Lives (TWENTY-FOUR)

Rain falls in Gotham City, adding a morbid tone to the already morose day. It was December 1, Batman Day, and for the past seven years during this special time of commemoration, millions of the city’s inhabitants gathered throughout Gotham to honor their fallen hero, Batman. Once hated for a crime he didn’t commit and now loved for a sacrifice that saved their very existence, Batman was viewed as a symbol of strength, hope, and the courage to continue fighting against those threatening to bring evil back to Gotham.

His statue, standing in the very center of Gotham Park, was that beacon of fortitude that could never be broken. And directly beneath it, standing without umbrellas in the pouring rain, was a line of police officers dressed in their best uniforms and Lieutenant Lynx. With a morose expression upon her face, she stood on stage before a microphone, surveying the tens of thousands of faces staring back at her. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (TWENTY-FOUR)

If Only She Could Tell the Truth: Part 6

Qi’ra went to find a better vantage point so she could watch Han gamble his way into a brilliant win or an expected fail. When she found her spot she leaned against the column beside her.

Chewbacca leaned on the other side of the same column and grunted.

“I know this probably isn’t a good idea, Chewbacca,” she said. “But I’ve seen Han do some amazing things playing sabacc.”

He grunted again.

She smiled at the Wookie. “Just trust me.”

He growled and shrugged before turning his attention to the game. Qi’ra did the same. Continue reading If Only She Could Tell the Truth: Part 6

The Dark Knight Lives (TWENTY-THREE)

It was late at night and Gotham was mostly silent. Inhabitants of the city were either in their homes preparing for the festivities of the coming day or scared to death because of the recent events transpiring in Gotham.

The police depot was just as quiet. Police officers had either retired to their homes to spend time with their families before the big day or were silently lurking about the station.

Commissioner Gordon couldn’t sleep, choosing to stay at the depot. There was something unnerving about having two prisoners as dangerous as Harley Quinn and the other one who refused to reveal her name in the station. Whoever they were working for could get the bright idea to try and bust them out. And what would he do in that situation? Three-fourths of Gotham’s police force was away and the last fourth surely wasn’t prepared for a potential attack. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (TWENTY-THREE)