My Dear Nemesis (Batjokes)

First Impression

When he cut the man's throat, his eyes betrayed no pain but confusion. Truly, no creature can understand him, the mysterious man who calls himself the Red Hood. Many bold enough to consider that they knew him but didn't know him.

The chap whose name he can't remember is on his knees, gasping for air futilely. Red Hood crouches down, he took the man face into his hands, eyes observing It until it finally dies. He let go and the body slides down into the cold dirty floor. The gallery only watches quietly.

They Know, the man in charge is the alpha in the room---someone they shouldn't mess with. It was a consensual understanding of the ranks. Nobody gonna question the Red Hood, even if his demand is dubious.

Red Hood wiped his blade on the corpse clothes, feeling it clean he slipped it inside his frock coat, sliding it between belt and trousers, secured out of sight. He rose, rubbed his cleats hard against the stone floor to removes excess blood that he so nonchalantly stepped on.

"Now, Gents.... any more questions? any more...mutiny?"

When no one answers, Red Hood kicked the nearest man until he was coughing blood.

"Your answer Gentlemen??" He screeches like a banshee, a male banshee. 

"No Sir!! No Question!!" All the crooks all joined in the choirs of answer.

"Then do your part nicely. No Slip-Ups." The Red Hood said this with a smile on his face, but no underling of his know what he actually feels. An unpredictable man of power is dangerous, all the weak can do is to obey. 

Red Hood Gang was a minor gang of petty-criminals and bank-robbers. It was a certain project of a man bored out of his mind, which he believes to be a stimulation for his mood improvement, just a man trying to feel something. Besides learning new things are his forte, and Money is a surplus of his project. Of course, many cruel deaths were involved---but hey, everybody dies in the end, he just accelerated the process, it save them the suffering from the joke of living, isn't that good?

When all the crooks scattering around, preparing for a bank break-in, Red Hood saw from the corners of his eyes a movement smooth enough not to get caught by anyone's attention, a little bit clumsy but skilled, like petty thieves---or a spy.

His guts feeling were never wrong, there is something unexpected happening outside of his design, and he didn't like that. He grabs a gun from one of the crooks and goes to pursue the mysterious individual infiltrating his ranks.

He found it, no---him. The mysterious individual seem like a man in his mid 30's, his body was quite bulky with no apparent muscle mass seen, it was neatly wrapped in a black suit.

He seems to have a secret conversation with someone, there is statics that can be heard.

 "The plan is in motion, the red gangs are going to rob Gotham Bank tomorrow."

"--und---tand----mas---ce----will pre--re" 

The static is strong, its hard to know what the recipient talk about.

The one thing he knows is someone wants to get in his way, interesting. But no one can spoil his fun like this, not on his watch. 

Sneakily, with almost no sound Red Hood stood behind the mysterious man and then point the gun to the back of his head. The mysterious man stiffened and then relaxes.

"You don't have to do this." The mysterious man said strangely calm, but Red Hood caught the mismatched voice. he sounds old, or want to be taken as one....but the unconscious lilt just confirms Red Hood Suspicions. This one is not really a man, young adult perhaps. How weird, He looks like he came with preparation, he looks like a menacing crook with that towering big body of his and a rough deep man voice, but it sounds so fake to Red Hood eyes.