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Posted by Moon Knight
on 11/1/2008, 6:36 am, in reply to "Darkside of the Moon: Pt 2.5 (What If?)"
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-Arkham Asylum-
“It’s not right Jim.” Batman stood back in the shadows outside Arkham. “He’s got his totem inside his cell with him.”
“I know that and I agree but…” Gordon removed his glasses and wiped the light mist from them with a handkerchief. “even the residents of Arkham have freedom of religion.”
“This isn’t the same and we both know it.” Batman’s voice deepened. “He’s a zealot!”
“I’ve tried everything I can.” Jim replaced his glasses and his shoulders slumped slightly as the mist almost immediately recovered them. “Their official response was even though the worshiping of Khonshu, or which ever name he goes by, is part of a polytheistic belief system and paganistic it has been recognized officially as Kemetism. Hell he didn’t even have to classify which of the three subdivision he was part of. It would have been discrimination to do that.’
Gordon took his glasses off again and continued. “And his Dissociative Identity Disorder is officially why he’s here.”
“You’re efforts are appreciated but a waste.”
Gordon turned to look but Batman was gone. A split second he wondered if he was talking about his glasses or all the motions he had filed. He smiled after replacing his glasses seeing a dark cape disappear over the rooftop of Arkham.
-Inside-
Marc Spector sat inside his cell staring at the small Khonshu statue. His lips moved in prayer but nothing could be heard until he paused and looked at the door. “I see through the darkness as if it was a night of full moon.”
Batman stepped from the shadows and stood looking through the small opening. He said nothing.
“A pitiful attempt at intimidation.” He met Batman’s stare with his own. “I see though the darkness of truth with the same clarity. I know your true self. I know you fear me.”
Batman backed away from the door with out a sound. A small dart passed through the opening a slapped into the statue.
Marc closed he eyes but did not move from before it as it exploded. He opened them knowing the Bat had gone.
“Thank you.” Reaching down he grasped a few pieces of the debris. “These will do.”
He began the process of shaving his head with the sharpest edge of the debris. It tore the skin but he did not notice. There were preparations to be made for the coming solace.
Once complete he took the other pieces he had gathered he began sharpening them into a familiar crescent shape.
End
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