Road To Retribution
@bloodforthecause
Do the barriers make you feel safe? Steel and titanium bars- shielding you from a darkness you feel you can not control?
Yes, hold onto your hope - disguise the fear locked away. It is the fear of man that will be it’s end.
The men’s voices carried on in their distraction in the front of the truck. Pleased with themselves on the haul they were bringing in, as the shackled passengers were indeed somewhat of a prize winning new addition to the very prison they had a hand in liberating two years ago. Gotham City following it’s siege had taken time in picking up the pieces, cleaning up, and restoring it’s new days into the new foundation of it’s future. This included rounding up all the loose ends affiliated with the dark days behind them, and today having just captured the masked man’s right hand, well– there would undoubtably be a celebration following this arrival. Today, was a very special day indeed.
With the conversation at the front… the binding steel at the back of his wrists, shifted and echoed with the road. Listening to their plans, the optimism, and the joy in their voices. Unaware that they were apart of the masked man’s second coming.
“Prisoner X….I don’t know man, he’s already served time in VanHook and now he’s supposed to serve the rest of his sentence here……Yea….. don’t know…….he’s a big son of a bitch though. You can take him in….”
The men spoke curiously for a moment regarding what they’d heard surrounding the heavily bound large shrouded man in the very back of their truck. Behind their glee, behind his men… and underneath the hood, sat their executioner.
Getting lost in the gossip and curiosities that surrounded the mystery man in the back coincidently drew the plan to silence them …
His large boot shifted revealing a ballpoint pen that one of the front officers had misplaced while boarding their high profile passengers. It was in this simple unassuming device that the seats would be rearranged before arriving at Blackgate Penitentiary to “serve”. His bound legs shifted to hoist the instrument to the designated men’s freedom forward before they reached the facility grounds.
Confined, but not contained eradication.
On the road to retribution.