Aug 04, 2005 18:23
The sedan with a Gingold Soda can surreptitiously affixed to its bumper glides down the freeway, then twists and turns through a number of side streets, arriving at twilight outside a seemingly abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham. A decrepit old sign reads "Wayne Industries," in a logo the company hasn't used in more than thirty years.*
Perkins exits the car, followed by his two goons -- one of whom was pressed in the back with Sue and Jordan, the other of whom drove while Perkins rode shotgun. Another car pulls up behind them, with the remaining goons.
Perkins jerks his chin to signal that Sue and Jordan follow him. The goons glower, as though they wish the pair would decline. Perkins opens the door into the warehouse, where a twitchy, red-haired man is waiting.
Sue hasn't seen him in years, and he's not in costume, but it's hard not to recognize him: Roger Hayden, the Psycho Pirate.
On the far end of the warehouse is a metal artifice of some sort, with four giant crystals bound within a framework of steel mesh. All of the mesh interesects at what appears to be a throne of some sort.
"Susan," he says. "Sue ... Sue ... Sue ... So very wonderful to see you again. It's been far too long."
the circle,
jordan mcintyre,
sue dibny,
psycho pirate