I park near the 2nd alley from the third.
This street has memories too. I met Jason here. He was trying to steal Hubcaps off my wheels. Should have just scared him and left him on the streets to grow all old and mediocre and die...well just couldn't help myself I made a mistake and thought he could do better.For better or worse...he is dead now and he owes it to me.
The damn mind's a freaking carousel roller coaster. Need to focus. Need to fight my Regan. But the demons are strong. They''ll take some time to disappear.
I shoot my bata-rang up and within a few minutes am on the roof overseeing the neighbourhood. I let survey with my batoculars. Its kinda cool. Need to give a raise to some of my whiz-kids in Wayne Tech. Just need to wait for the pimp and then just give him some old fashioned bat- treatment.
I know he is collecting his tab from Taylor Cock. Don't ask me why "he" has a name like that but I live in a sick city. I don't ask too many questions for my City of Joy for the answer's are the ones I give myself to feel comfortable.
I hear voices. Time to be the big black bat.
He doesn't even know what hit him but shock and awe is all I am.
" Three of your girl's dead - any ideas?"
" No' - he feebly says
The punch knocks one of his molars out.
" Can we talk and stop behaving like pimps for a few minutes."
"I don't know - it's bad - even the cops were hard on me but I have no idea. they were going freelance too- not giving me all the poop- I didn't know all their clients."
I look at him. He is probably shivering from the downpour more than me - there is a slight drizzle which has steadied to a robust shower within 5 seconds flat. I yank him up and slam him against the wall.
" I need some clarity of thought and I feel you are the one who does all the talking here so can we just think about something."
" Funnyman!!", he blurts out.
" What?" I ask him a little perplexed and stunned by the answer.
" There is this guy, who is banging every broad on the streets - they call him funnyman - some of the girls call him Viagra - he just doesn't stop - he needs to do it every night."
" You know him ? "
" No - he does it through the boobies - no pimps - but none of us have ever seen him - the girls love him - you need to ask one of them."
" What do you mean - he needs to do it every night."
" He just does - he has no limits or tastes - old , young , virgin, dirty knacks, kids -"
That's his canine. I smash him once more.
" Kids!!- I thought that was the Ghost of Christmas Past"
" No it's still on - your friend Croc deals in them - he does his business at night and disapppears into the sewers by the day - why are you hitting me? It's not my poison."
" Give me a name."
" Lazy Suzie - I think she was his last customer - pay her a visit - maybe you might get lucky."
I have punched him for the last 15 minutes but he leaves me winded as he staggers bleeding down the alley.
This street has memories too. I met Jason here. He was trying to steal Hubcaps off my wheels. Should have just scared him and left him on the streets to grow all old and mediocre and die...well just couldn't help myself I made a mistake and thought he could do better.For better or worse...he is dead now and he owes it to me.
The damn mind's a freaking carousel roller coaster. Need to focus. Need to fight my Regan. But the demons are strong. They''ll take some time to disappear.
I shoot my bata-rang up and within a few minutes am on the roof overseeing the neighbourhood. I let survey with my batoculars. Its kinda cool. Need to give a raise to some of my whiz-kids in Wayne Tech. Just need to wait for the pimp and then just give him some old fashioned bat- treatment.
I know he is collecting his tab from Taylor Cock. Don't ask me why "he" has a name like that but I live in a sick city. I don't ask too many questions for my City of Joy for the answer's are the ones I give myself to feel comfortable.
I hear voices. Time to be the big black bat.
He doesn't even know what hit him but shock and awe is all I am.
" Three of your girl's dead - any ideas?"
" No' - he feebly says
The punch knocks one of his molars out.
" Can we talk and stop behaving like pimps for a few minutes."
"I don't know - it's bad - even the cops were hard on me but I have no idea. they were going freelance too- not giving me all the poop- I didn't know all their clients."
I look at him. He is probably shivering from the downpour more than me - there is a slight drizzle which has steadied to a robust shower within 5 seconds flat. I yank him up and slam him against the wall.
" I need some clarity of thought and I feel you are the one who does all the talking here so can we just think about something."
" Funnyman!!", he blurts out.
" What?" I ask him a little perplexed and stunned by the answer.
" There is this guy, who is banging every broad on the streets - they call him funnyman - some of the girls call him Viagra - he just doesn't stop - he needs to do it every night."
" You know him ? "
" No - he does it through the boobies - no pimps - but none of us have ever seen him - the girls love him - you need to ask one of them."
" What do you mean - he needs to do it every night."
" He just does - he has no limits or tastes - old , young , virgin, dirty knacks, kids -"
That's his canine. I smash him once more.
" Kids!!- I thought that was the Ghost of Christmas Past"
" No it's still on - your friend Croc deals in them - he does his business at night and disapppears into the sewers by the day - why are you hitting me? It's not my poison."
" Give me a name."
" Lazy Suzie - I think she was his last customer - pay her a visit - maybe you might get lucky."
I have punched him for the last 15 minutes but he leaves me winded as he staggers bleeding down the alley.
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