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"Revenge is good. As good a fire to move forward as any. Rember those who stood on your fingers as you climbed the craggy cliffs. Rember their faces. Rember their families."
— Arnim Zola, (Captain Arica)
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"Commissioner, we don't have any more space in our cells. We have arrested too many criminals. We can't even release so of them since we received evidence against all of them in serious charges. Plus we are shorthanded. A gang war broke out a few hours ago downtown after news of Falcon being arrested spread out. We are spread too thin right now. I think we should call for backup." One of the officers who was loyal to Jim politely advised, his voice carrying a tinge of frustration.
Both Jim and the officer were currently making their way to the special cell where they were holding Falcon. Their eyes had darkened and sunken in due to a heavy lack of sleep.
"I already have. They should be here within the hour... But that's not what is bothering . Just within the last hour, I have already received 9 death threats that stated that they would kill if I didn't release Falcon, 6 threats from various superiors of mine that ordered to release him along with quite a few generous offers from so very rich n in an attempt to bribe to make sure that their nas would not be ntioned in our investigation.
I am worried about the fact that even with so much hard evidence, it would be hard to hold Falcon in prison. If I am right about how deep this rabbit hole goes, then he would most likely get bail on the very first day this case hits the court." Jim stated in dismay as both of them reached the 'VIP' cell that Falcon was currently relaxing in.
'It's a good thing that my daughter is not in the city right now, otherwise, protecting her would have been a headache at this ti.' He thought to himself as he noticed the old leader of Gotham's most powerful cri family calmly sitting on a chair in his cell.
Jim Gordon was glad that he had let his daughter go to the tropolis to complete her schooling. Whenever his daughter was in Gotham, he would always be worried for her safety. At least, this way she was safe in tropolis. After all, what was the worst thing that had ever happened in tropolis? Compared to Gotham, it was heaven.
"Ah. Commissioner, you are here. I thought that you had forgotten about your best friend. Interesting, your face tells that you have had so interesting conversations with so of my friends, I presu?... So? Am I free? Or do you still want to 'cooperate'?" Falcon asked with a small mocking smile.
"You aren't walking out of here a free man, Falcon. Even if I lose my job, I will make sure that you get your due punishnt. I have promised soone that you will be judged appropriately by the court and I intend to keep it. And I have enough evidence to do exactly that too. I will make sure that you get locked up so deep that you never see the light of day ever again." Jim didn't have the slightest trace of fear on his face as he threatened the most powerful gang leader in Gotham.
"Oh, co on Commissioner. You and I both know that won't happen. You might be able to hold inside this cell for a few more hours, maybe even days, but the mont I walk inside the court, I will be the one winning. I have friends in very high places dear Gordon and they will never let go to prison...
I admit that those... Bat and Cat did catch by surprise but never again. Plus, even if by so miracle I do get a few years in jail, do you think, I won't be able to escape, or better yet, do you think I won't be able to handle and grow my empire while being stuck inside a prison? I can control the entire Gotham while sitting inside this cell Commissioner. I don't need to be free to do that." Falcon chuckled at Gordon's naivety who just stared at him begrudgingly, knowing that what he said was completely true.
"You think you are so powerful and reputable man because you sell drugs to kids, kill a few people, and have a couple of hired guns to your na. Believe , you are not. You are just another broken product of this city, desperate to hold onto a sliver of power because of your greed. You are pathetic Falcon and no amount of money, political connections, or fake Italian accents is going to change that... Call when you are ready to talk to talk. I'll be in my cabin." Gordon said with a disgusted snort as he and his subordinate began to leave the sa way they ca, his mood now completely ruined.
"Batman and Catwoman. Just wait, once I get my hands on you two. I will make sure that you will get the most bloody and horrific deaths in Gotham. A death that is so dreadful, that even animals wouldn't want to experience an end like that. Maybe after I am done with them, I'll co after the commissioner and his daughter next." Falcon muttered with a nacing grin after both the cops had left.
He desperately wanted to know the true identities of the two vigilantes. Once he learned of their identities, everything would be over for them. He would be able to finally take his revenge showing how dangerous he truly is. Truthfully, Falcon even had an inkling of who the girl could be. He might not have recognized the woman in the photo that the girl dressed in the catsuit showed him but that didn't an he couldn't comprehend the situation.
Catwoman was most probably his daughter who wanted to take revenge against him because she believed that he had killed her mother which might even be true since he didn't rember how many of his lovers he had gotten killed because they had blackmailed him or because his wife found out about them. He never cared about any of his so-called lovers. In fact, he didn't even care about this new daughter of his. But she might be useful to him.
If Falcon could sohow find out about the identity of the woman in the photo which shouldn't be too hard considering who he was, then he would be able to find out about his daughter's true identity which would lead him to the Bat as well since they seed to be close, maybe even partners. After that, getting rid of them would be child's play.
'The only thing I would have to plan then is how should I kill them both. Maybe I should skin them alive and tie them up along with their costus in front of the Gotham Police Departnt to make an example out of them. Yes, that does sound quite appealing. Maybe I will do exactly that' Carmine Falcon mumbled to himself as he waited for one of his gang mbers to contact him.
"Tsk. Why are there spiders here? Do those filthy pigs don't even know how to clean up their own precinct?" He beca aggravated after a small spider jumped on him, biting him before quickly escaping to god knows where.
"Goddamn insects. That's why I hate cops and their precincts so much." He murmured silently to himself as he licked up his dry lips.
Suddenly, the inside of his mouth began to feel a little dry while his throat began to feel parched. "Am I dehydrated?" Falcon whispered to himself as he drank the entire glass of water kept on the table in front of him but unfortunately for him, that only continued to increase his thirst. Soon, his thirst beca so great that his skin itself seed to dry up as his eyes sunk in and the color of his lips changed.
"So-sobody ple-plea. I need ss-so m-more wat-ter." He begged as he fell, no longer being able to stand on his toes but there wasn't anyone else in the special cell. He was the only one.
Nobody heard his pleas for water until he finally collapsed dead after a few minutes, alone in the cell due to his thirst with his entire body having shriveled looking like a mummified corpse.
Carmine Falcon, the biggest cri lord of Gotham was dead just like that.
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"And that's how you kill soone without ever being suspected of the murder while still getting all the benefits... You are finally happy to get your revenge, right Selina?" I asked after the footage on the Bat-computer that was being transmitted directly from the drone in Falcon's cell showed Carmine Falcon finally dying due to the thirst virus that was injected into his system.
"I don't know... I think so. I don't know if I am happy or not, but I am definitely satisfied. It's like a sense of contentnt at having achieved your goal." Selina replied with a thoughtful expression on her face, her finger still lingering on the button that just killed Falcon by making the spider drone bite and inject the virus into him. "I understand that you were saying all those things at that ti to stop from killing Falcon in front of Gordon but what about the killer quote? I thought you were quite serious when you said that."
"I was. Killing a killer indeed does not decrease the number of killers in the world. But, that's why I intend to kill multiple killers. If I kill a hundred killers, the world will have 99 killers less than what it should have. Problem fucking solved." I shrugged innocently. "Now, let's go and have so dinner. All this death has made hungry. I think Alfred himself is cooking steak today and you know how much I love his steaks."
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