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Seal of Darkness	By : RaphaelTMNT Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers Views: 4281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seal of Darkness
CHP7: Second Victim

A truck raced down the road, swerving in and out of lanes. Police vehicles trailed by over a block, but closed in fast. One drove, another in the passenger seat and a third in the back, each armed and ready to fire. To that point, not a single of them fired a shot. When turning a corner sharply, their vehicle smashed into a dumpster, spinning onto a sidewalk before regaining control.
"Dammit Clay, you tryna kill us!" the one in the back shouted.
Clay didn't reply, stepping on the gas and onto the road. A handful of people crossing the street jumped out of the way. The truck missed by inches and was very fortunate for them. Following another couple turns and blocks, it appeared they'd lost GCPD's pursuing vehicles. Each exhaled in relief hoping they were entirely free of the police. Base was a mere two miles and crossed their fingers there'd be no further disturbances.
Their prayers were answered, pulling up on the private property, not a single siren to be heard. The driver parked around back and together they unloaded the bags of money. The night couldn't have gone any better. The robbery of a well-known bank and clean escape went perfect and they just had to wait for further instructions. Superiors ran the show and they were only small pieces to the organization. A camera plastered over the building's side recorded their every action, and used keycards to enter through a back door.
"Look at all this money," one threw down four bags of cash. "We did great, Black Mask will be pleased, no doubt!"
"Yes of course," another dropped five bags beside the others. "Now all we have to do is wait for the call. Don't know what's up with his way of doing things, would have been better had we dropped the money off to the final location from the start. Hell, why'd we even unload the goods if we're just going to be moving it again? Clay, Davis?"
"Black Mask does things a certain way for a reason, fellas," Clay answered.
Clay sat over a couch resting one leg over the other. Out of his left pocket, he pulled out a lighter, lighting a cigarette.
"The call should come within the next hour. We're way ahead of schedule," Clay informed.
"Well if that's the case, I'm gonna get a bite to eat. Either of you want to come, know about this burger joint that just opened."
Both shook their head.
"Aight, suit yourselves," Jarold said.
He exited through the door they used to enter. Clay blew a cloud of smoke leaning back, the other walking toward an exit across the room.
"You need anything at all, just holla. I'll be out back in the barn finishing up a little project. Shouldn't take more than fifteen or twenty."
Clay simply nodded as his comrade exited out. The organization as a whole had done exceptional work for the past couple weeks. Not one group had been apprehended and the money secured. By that point, stacked up quite the sum, in total a couple hundred groups assigned to different tasks, gaining more and more territory as they did. Soon Black Mask would be the top power in town. The only competitors included Penguin and Scar face. TwoFace as of recent had been on the losing end of the gang war.
With all the commotion other factions caused, GCPD was kept busy. The least of their worries was tracking stolen money. Still, even with all the back and forth confrontations between gangs, it did surprise him a special unit hadn't picked up on their activities. More peculiar than that, a certain someone hadn't dropped into the picture. He was doubtful that would last for long, and believed the vigilante knight observed from afar. And without question, he would strike at any time.
"The hell?!"
Clay reached for his gun as the door across the room swung opened. He settled somewhat realizing it was a woman, but didn't take his finger off the trigger.
"Who're you?! What're you doing here, and how'd you get in without a keycard?! Answer quick or I put a bullet in your head?!" he stood, aiming directly at her.
"Sweetheart," she situated both hands out in front of her, "Didn't Davis tell you about me? We've been dating for weeks."
He raised an eyebrow lowering his weapon. She appeared innocent enough and even looked frightened. Clay dropped the weapon into his pocket as she approached.
"Now isn't a good time, we're sorta in the middle of a job. Davis is out back if yur looking for him. Hell, don't ever recall him mentioning having a girl...especially one stunning as you."
"Why thank you," she flashed her eyelashes.
He almost bit at his tongue looking her over. She stopped a foot of him, having dark green eyes and long green hair that extended down her lower back. She wore a dark brown trench coat/hoody combination, but her cleavage exposed and black boots. In one step, she stole the cigarette from his fingers and before he knew it, she blew a cloud of smoke in his face. He coughed taking a couple steps back before tripping and falling onto the couch. The woman dropped the cigarette crushing it under her heel.
"This stuff will kill you, yah know."
"Yeah...but as I said before, we're in the middle of something. If Davis had a brain woul..."
She quieted him with a finger to the lips.
"The one thing he doesn't have," she stepped back undoing the belt around the trench coat. She dropped the jacket off her shoulders, completely naked underneath. His expression was beyond priceless and overly satisfying. "See something you like big guy?"
"Holy Fudge!"
She chuckled at his response, lowering herself into his lap.
"Woooohhh, woooohhh! Hold on a minute now! You're Davis's girl, there's no way I could do this. Besides, we're in the middle of a job, and for crying out loud don't even know your name!"
She planted little kisses on his chin and neck.
"Name's Morrigan. Now we know each other."
Clay couldn't help but laugh.
"Davis is right around back and could come back any minute. Jarold could return i..."
Morrigan pressed her lips against his silencing him.
"Don't worry about Davis, he won't be coming anytime soon. Besides all I want is a quickie. Surely you won't turn down this opportunity," she reached into his pants feeling around. Not a moment later grinned widely. "Think I know your answer."
She unbuckled Clay's belt, taking his erected member into her hands. She lightly stroked at it before dropping to her knees and taking his tip into her mouth! The hairs on his back rose and he couldn't figure what happened. He gave into her so willingly without fight, but felt so good and couldn't believe it. Morrigan slowly took his entire length into her mouth. Her beauty and seduction was irresistible.
XXX
The evening dinner with Alliya Gerdanson proved beneficial. His mind was well rested and their back and forth conversations put him at ease. Gotham presented more than enough problems and as of the past few weeks, more hectic than usual. Alliya and Bruce separated following dessert.
"How was your evening?" Alfred questioned.
"Refreshing," Bruce answered, entering through the back door of the limousine.
"Good to hear. Miss Gerdanson is a respectable young lady and would be great if things worked out between you long term."
Bruce gazed out the window with no reply. For the remainder of the drive, it stayed that way. When arriving at the manor, he headed straight for the cave, suiting up. There was far too much on his plate. Contacting Commissioner Gordon was atop his to do list. With any luck, he found something new. It was strange territory for the dark knight, normally it was GCPD looking to him for additional info. There wasn't much more he could do except personally examine the body and perhaps revisit the crime scene.
The cowl hung over the back of his head, looking through old files. Outside Luke Rodger Vincent's murder, he had lots more to deal with.
"Sir, may I make a suggestion," Alfred approached from the stairs. "How about a week's vacation, this upcoming week? I can book anywhere of your choosing and might I suggest requesting the lovely Miss Gerdanson accompany you? It's just you've been so hard at work with everything lately and..."
"No vacations. Not Now...not until things are under control."
A large map of the city occupied the screen. Bruce pointed to a specific location on screen.
"Somewhere in this vicinity is where Scar Face has been operating from. He hasn't stayed in one place for long, which is clever. I've just about pin pointed his main base. The process of elimination has been slow, but if all goes well, he will be back in Black gate by night's end."
"What of the others?" Alfred questioned.
"Black Mask has slowly been stacking up on cash, but will play the waiting game till I know exactly what he's up to. Penguin's gang has engaged in similar activities and both gangs have butted heads in the process."
"Is your strategy to wait it out and..."
"Of course not," Bruce interrupted, pulling the cowl over his face. "Cobblepot is next on my list. Perhaps I can knock off two birds with one stone tonight. I have a lead on Two Face as well. It'll be my first set of business this evening."
Batman headed towards and jumped into the batmobile. Alfred watched as he took off placing both hands in his pockets.
"Be careful sir."
With the music amped to max, Jarold pulled up in front of the farmland. In one hand carried the keycard and in the other a bag of food. He stepped out of the vehicle, walking straight for the entrance and sliding the card to gain entrance.
"Hey boys I'm back..."
He lost hold of the bag in his left hand, dropping it to the ground.
"Hot damn!" Jarold uttered.
A woman sat atop his colleague and grunting as she grinded atop him. They were positioned on the ground just beside the couch. From his position couldn't tell if it was Davis or Clay and had no clue who the woman was. He didn't get a look at her face, seeing she was faced the opposite way. After another two steps realized something wasn't right. Those weren't grunts at all, in fact sounded more like gagging. And something else he noticed was the transformation of tone right before his eyes. A stiff pale gray!
"What the hell!" he shouted aloud.
The woman only slightly gazed over her shoulder at him, pushing off her victim. Her body fluids leaked over Clay's stiffened pale erection. The rest of his body was no different, completely hardened like a statue
"Look at me," Morrigan faced Jarold, running a couple fingers over her moist entrance. "I'm dripping all over."
She chuckled raising the hand, licking and sucking the stickiness off her fingers.
"Who and what in the hell are you?!" Jarold reached for his weapon.
By that time confirmed it was indeed Clay, but couldn't say for certain if dead or alive! Right before his eyes, bats formed around her body, dressing her. And just like that she wore a sleeveless black bustier top adorned with white feathers and small heart cut out of the midriff, purple nylons decorated with bat patterns, the black boots still present and bat like wings extending from her back and the sides of her head. It was a complete transformation.
"I'm Morrigan Aensland."
She blitzed faster than he could pull the trigger, disarming him of his weapon. During the charge forced her left wing into his stomach, tearing through the other side of his body. Jarold coughed blood as she pulled him off the ground using only the wing.
"Sadly you've seen too much...and just aren't my type," she grinned.
The succubus slit his throat with the opposite wing, tossing him across the room. He smashed into a table splitting it in half and was motionless. She sighed, throwing her hair back.
"How disappointing, Clay barely excited or got me going. Hhhhmm, I'll have to do better selecting my next target."
Bats again surrounded her body and she became one with them. The bats smashed through a nearby window taking off into the night sky. Nearly five minutes later, Davis awoke inches from the entrance, pushing off the ground. He ran a hand over his head, confused as to where he was and why. In seconds it all came back to him, and reached for his keycard. Right away he realized it was missing. All he remembered was walking and then...nothing.
"Must've blacked out. Hopefully not for long."
As if things couldn't get any worse sirens filled his ears like music and he was surrounded by police vehicles.
"Get down on your knees, hands behind your head!" one officer demanded.
Having no other choice, did as they instructed. He was quickly cuffed and escorted to a police vehicle. A couple dozen officers stormed the main building kicking the door open.
"Good heavens!" one put a hand to his mouth.
Others reacted similarly, observing the scene. Someone had obviously gotten there before they had.
"Gentlemen, take a look over here," the commander instructed looking over the pale body. "Call up the commissioner. He's gonna want to see this."
XXX
Moka walked the streets in uptown Gotham and received curious looks from individuals passing by. None of which came as a surprise however. The silver hair, with streaks of pink and red eyes, weren't exactly normal. But in Gotham fitted right in, some individuals' appearance more odd than even her. Until Kiria's plan was revealed, she had no intention of going anywhere.
It was also possible he sent another search team to pursue her. She'd left the single henchman alive and likely returned to base. If and when that happened, she was fully capable of defending herself, so didn't worry. Though more a business trip than anything, she elected to have a little fun as well. After searching the internet, located one of the more talked about joints in the area. Customer reviews were superb and a four star rating. She wore a dark blue dress that extended a little past her knees, a gold necklace and black boots. She carried a purse over her left shoulder.
Stepping out onto the purple carpet, she flashed ID and was allowed entrance. Booming music and flashing lights occupied much of the large space. Some danced on stage, others surrounding the pool tables, and a handful hanging around tables. Everyone appeared to have a good time, Moka's head lowering somewhat. It would've been more fun attending with friends. The vampire sighed, taking a seat at the bar area. Though alone, it was better than wasting away in the motel room. She ordered a cup of coffee, situating her elbows atop the table, her chin resting in the palm of her hands.
From across the room she was eyed, and had been from the moment she entered. Following a couple minutes of observation, she stood. He walked clear across the room standing beside her.
"You alone?"
Moka didn't notice him right away, in part due to the loud music. She slightly re positioned gazing at an individual of medium height, brown hair and light brown eyes. He wore a black three piece suit and gray under shirt. She ran a finger over the countertop taking a single sip.
"Yeah, guess you could say that," Moka replied, with a shrug.
He took the initiative sitting beside her.
"I'll take a glass of ice water," he looked to the bar tender.
Moka never intended to socialize when choosing to go out.
"This your first time here? My boys and I hang around this place all the time and ain't ever seen you. You a resident, or just visiting."
"In town on business, hopefully not for long," she replied.
The ice water was placed in front of him, taking a sip.
"You traveled alone, or with family?"
The vampire stuttered for a moment before answering.
"Alone unfortunately, but I'll live," Moka replied.
"I see..."
He finished what remained of the water, setting the glass off to the side and leaned forward. He stared closely at the vampire, looking her up and down. A smirk shaped on the side of his face.
"Glad I spotted you," he moved in closer to her. "You're very beautiful. Think I'll take you home tonight."
Moka laughed giving no eye contact.
"That wasn't a joke."
She felt something press against her side, and was astounded to see a gun!
"Stand, right now," he stood from the stool as she did the same, with the gun firmly pushed against her side. "To the exit right over there. Try anything funny and I put one in your side, got it!" he whispered into her ear.
Moka didn't speak nor nod, instead followed his lead. The moment they were clear of the area, she would make her move. The vampire could easily take him, but didn't want to create a scene and bring attention to herself. After only a couple steps, they were blocked by six individuals wearing similar suits to the gunman.
"Change of plans, we're cutting this party short," one informed.
"Sure, but the after party is just underway," he grinned looking directly at Moka.
"There will be none of that either. Boss man wants us back ASAP, so we gotta tail outta here right now. You know the rules Mark."
"Damn this! Just go ahead and tell em you couldn't find me or something."
"You know we can't do that. Drop the woman so we can..."
The skylights above smashed through, glass scattering all around. Dancers and a handful of others in attendance shouted and screamed. Mark immediately raised his arm, positioning the gun at Moka's head.
"It's Batman!" one bystander yelled.
The music still boomed, so was difficult for anyone to hear. Mark and CO were more than certain why he was there.
"Don't make a move, or I blow the bitch's brains out!" Mark pronounced.
Moka pushed back spinning and disarming Mark of his weapon, throwing him into a nearby wall. Batman took advantage of the moment seeing as the others were off guard. Right before her eyes, she watched the Dark Knight dismantle the group leaving only one in mere seconds. He reached down lifting the only conscious individual off the ground.
"Let's talk," Batman glared.
With a grapple gun in hand, took off with the lone individual. Two doors flew open as security arrived, but were too late. They rounded up the couple fallen persons contacting the police immediately. Moka was completely blown away. Just who was the masked man? His attire greatly resembled a bat, and those glowing white eyes were frightful and alluring. Not only that but his movement and fighting speed were beyond what was considered normal.
Following the incident some called it a night heading for the exits; Moka being one of them.
"Did you see, that was so amazing?! Those guys didn't stand a chance, Batman went all kung Fu on their asses, knocking them into tomorrow!"
"Dude of course, the bat is top dog in town, not even the police can get him."
Moka overheard the conversation and out of curiosity jumped in.
"Batman?"
Both persons stopped whilst Moka blinked a couple times. They gazed at each other before back at her.
"Either yur new in town or live under a rock. There isn't a person that doesn't know about the Batman or at least heard the legends. He's national level babe, watch the news sometimes."
The two high fived, taking off into the parking lot. Moka stood for some moments, staring into the sky. His name/appearance coupled with physical ability, she believed him to be a vampire. Gotham became more and more fascinating the longer she was around.
"Batman..." Moka whispered, eyeing the moon.
Atop a nearby building Batman finished questioning the suspect, but got nothing. Two Face's base of operation was still covert, one in which he'd find. Just as he finished cuffing the suspect, caught glimpse of the bat signal. By way of remote control, brought the batmobile to his location, leaping off the ledge and into the vehicle. The police headquarters wasn't far so arrived promptly. Surprisingly the commissioner wasn't present but a note left instead.
Batman examined the note and it was positively Gordon's handwriting, and listed an address but minimal details. Whatever the case, had to be important so wasted no time taking off.
XXX
A couple setbacks hindered the arrival, but was no longer an issue. The vampire sat atop a throne/chair in the focal point of the main space. Both guards stood on either side of her. The base turned out larger than anticipated. She'd ventured much of the human world through her four hundred plus years of living, but never Gotham City. The front entrance swung open, another of their faction entering.
"Well, well look who finally decided to show," the succubus marched forward throwing her hair back. "When did you arrive? By the way, you're sitting in my spot."
"You been staying out of trouble?"
Morrigan laughed the question off.
"What're you, my mother? Pssshh, I've been active but nothing that'll lead back to me. Seriously Bloodriver, lighten up...but then again you don't have much a personally do you? I mean being under his control and all. From the moment we met and heard your story, always wondered what you were like before the resurrection."
Akasha didn't reply and it became a stare down between them. Morrigan twirled a strand of hair that fell over her face as Akasha stood.
"Gonna take a bath, reside here for the night," Akasha stepped away from the chair.
"Oh, so now you're telling me what to do now," Morrigan applauded. "Cute."
She watched the vampire walk up the long staircase, disappearing around the corner. Entering into a specific bathroom, she started up the bath water tossing in a couple dozen herbs. She then removed the black bow letting her already long hair drop even further. Next was the gown and then remaining undergarments. The tub was larger than typical size, but so was the bathroom itself. Akasha waited for the tub to fill before stepping in.
The heated warmth felt splendid and relaxing over her skin, letting out a moan. Her body adjusted to the temperature quickly, positioning on her back. She stared at the ceiling before closing her eyes. What happened next she had no explanation for, a portion of water in front of her bubbling up and something grabbed at her legs! Akasha squeaked, seeing as Morrigan shot out from under the water, completely nude.
"What the hell are you..."
"Ssssshhh," Morrigan put a finger to her lips. "Keep quiet or your little guards will hear us."
The succubus removed her finger and by then Akasha's cheeks a bright pink.
"This is embarrassing, get out now," Akasha pushed at Morrigan, her tone lowered. The succubus didn't budge, only her breasts bouncing up and down. "What's wrong with you?! How'd you even get in here like that?!" Akasha's throat went dry.
"Last I checked, I'm perfectly fine. Just wanted to talk."
"Here and now...really?!" Akasha looked away, hiding a blush.
"Yeah sure, why not," Morrigan leaned forward positioning on top of the vampire, chest to chest. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" she grinned seductively.
"Think I'm gonna faint," Askasha thought silently, her entire face turning red.
Morrigan pulled back giving her breathing space.
"Didn't mean to startle you. Think you and I will work well together, at least based on the recruits the head guy brought in. Wanna hear about my adventure thus far? Sure you do. I've totaled two victims, men are easy. I didn't even have to use my abilities on the one earlier this evening. Just a little sweet talk, show some chest and mesmerized. Human men aren't even a challenge."
"That's nice," Akasha put on a forged grin. "Could you leave now, so I can bathe?"
Morrigan turned facing the opposite way.
"Go ahead and soap me up in the areas I can't reach and I'll do the same for you. Come to think of it, what's all this plant like stuff?" the succubus splashed around at the herbs.
Akasha frowned tightening her fists.
"Morrigan!" the vampire shouted.
To Be Continue
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