* a sound is heard. a hovering sound. that sound is being emmited from a car. the car is hoveing down the street with people stopped dead in thier tracks.
the faces on the people are looking at the car, which has black-limo-tinted windows.
kids are heard saying
"WOw, what is that? is that BATMAN's new car?"
not knowing the figure in the back seat is tossing a coin up and down.....*
* the coin stops, as the car also comes to a rest. like a boat that has bein tied to the dock. it hovers atop the ground.
"what? who is that...is that y..."
the door slides foward. and the figure who sat in the back seat steps out the car. the man has a red cloth drapped down the left side of his face.
"oh, my god...oh, man.., its.." as two pedestrians back away from the car with thier jaws catching the morning air.
the figure specks with a calm but menacing voice.
" Lets get this started...and we begin with this...!"
the man with the red cloth pulls out a 9mm pistol and aims it at the face of the lone pedestrian that got too close to HIS car.
the people in the general area run to open doors or duck behind cars.
the man who walked closes to the hovering car is expecting something, something he wished made him move his legs. he doesn't move. he can't as he's looking at the glimmer off the barrel of a pistol.
"plea..."
BANG!...
the bullets echo is filtered with the screams of the now rushing people. in the oppisote direction they all run, they seen the man just get his brains blown out. and they prefer to keep it like that. run.*
" WHY RUN? WHY RUN? YOU'll ONLY DIE TIRED!"
*he steps over the dead body. meanwhile a orange van pulls up behind the car. as 10 men dressed in White fatigues run around the back with assult rifels and more pistols tucked into the waist bands...as one specks to the man with the red cloth,
" Sorry, Two, but we had trouble with the traffic. its a hell.."
"shut the Fu.k up, just follow me and don't come up with any excuse.
now hurry up, the police will be here any time. as for the BAT, will...he has another victim to feel sorry for."
the men load thier weapons and enter GOTHAM's Federal Bank.