Endgame
He sits in the old offices of his fathers company. He has his passport in one hand and he flips open his watch with the other to tell time. The old man had lived. He'd given a statement and now they were finding body after body - cache after cache until they would find him. There a level of annoyance and pride in looking very, very distinct.
A car has been arranged and a no questions fight prepared. He has other contacts in other cities and Gotham winters are bitter anyway. With a tip of his hat, Undertaker...because he hasn't been Colin Denton in a very long time...says good-bye to the city that has allowed him so much. $5 million in cash is awaiting him at a safety deposit box in Bermuda. Nice take for the city's garbageman
There's a knock. He doesn't answer right way. Then there's the second knock.
"I'm leaving in 5 -"
"Gotham Police! Come out with your hands up!"
For the first time in years, he's shocked. They should not have been able to find him her. Who complained? Who said what to which officer. Nevermind.
"You don't want to do that," he announces in a crisp baritone. "I own a great deal of this city. I don't throw it around, but you will make this stick about as much as those trumped up charges will -"
The door bursts in. These are not cops.
"Who said anything about charges?"
BLAM!
The real GCPD finds him 10 minutes later not even cold yet.
He was always fond of saying: "Don't gamble in this town. You might lose."
A car has been arranged and a no questions fight prepared. He has other contacts in other cities and Gotham winters are bitter anyway. With a tip of his hat, Undertaker...because he hasn't been Colin Denton in a very long time...says good-bye to the city that has allowed him so much. $5 million in cash is awaiting him at a safety deposit box in Bermuda. Nice take for the city's garbageman
There's a knock. He doesn't answer right way. Then there's the second knock.
"I'm leaving in 5 -"
"Gotham Police! Come out with your hands up!"
For the first time in years, he's shocked. They should not have been able to find him her. Who complained? Who said what to which officer. Nevermind.
"You don't want to do that," he announces in a crisp baritone. "I own a great deal of this city. I don't throw it around, but you will make this stick about as much as those trumped up charges will -"
The door bursts in. These are not cops.
"Who said anything about charges?"
BLAM!
The real GCPD finds him 10 minutes later not even cold yet.
He was always fond of saying: "Don't gamble in this town. You might lose."