18 | VIDEO
[The video focuses on a dark, jagged crack in a concrete wall, clearly that of a poorly lit, unfurnished basement. A bubbling, brown ooze is lazily squeezing itself out of the crack and pooling onto the floor.
The camera operator gives an irritated snort--then the familiar, gravelly tone.]
This is fucking annoying. It never rains, but pours.
[He flicks a lit cigarette butt at the blob, which slowly begins to be dissolved by the acidic mass. Then the camera angle changes at a nauseating pace, revealing our star in all his skully glory: Black Mask. Whom we haven't seen for some suspiciously long time.
He gives a little wave with his free hand, which then moves off camera.]
Property damaging earthquake.
[It can't be seen, but it appears he tosses several things in the direction of the ooze.]
Rampaging Darkness.
[A soft splat as something he tosses gets pulled into the ooze.]
Being stuck here with bats, birds, clowns...Wayne...
[His eyes flick away momentarily, contemplating the ooze.]
And not a single minion to clean house.
[He gives a tired sigh and turns the camera around to once more focus on the acidic ooze, now littered with detritus--and is that a finger half wrapped in a bloody handkerchief? or maybe just a chicken bone sticking out a napkin smothered in hot sauce?]
Depressing, I know. Still, beats the hell outta bein' dead. Which is why--
[The camera returns to his leering face.]
--Black Mask has been a very good boy.
[The feed abruptly cuts.]
The camera operator gives an irritated snort--then the familiar, gravelly tone.]
This is fucking annoying. It never rains, but pours.
[He flicks a lit cigarette butt at the blob, which slowly begins to be dissolved by the acidic mass. Then the camera angle changes at a nauseating pace, revealing our star in all his skully glory: Black Mask. Whom we haven't seen for some suspiciously long time.
He gives a little wave with his free hand, which then moves off camera.]
Property damaging earthquake.
[It can't be seen, but it appears he tosses several things in the direction of the ooze.]
Rampaging Darkness.
[A soft splat as something he tosses gets pulled into the ooze.]
Being stuck here with bats, birds, clowns...Wayne...
[His eyes flick away momentarily, contemplating the ooze.]
And not a single minion to clean house.
[He gives a tired sigh and turns the camera around to once more focus on the acidic ooze, now littered with detritus--and is that a finger half wrapped in a bloody handkerchief? or maybe just a chicken bone sticking out a napkin smothered in hot sauce?]
Depressing, I know. Still, beats the hell outta bein' dead. Which is why--
[The camera returns to his leering face.]
--Black Mask has been a very good boy.
[The feed abruptly cuts.]