Posted by Chelsea Kent on May 3, 2003, 2:52 am, in reply to "Re: Vote for alter-ego back"
MASK OF TERROR pt. 2
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"Bullock, you pig. If you force this woman to remove her clothes without cover in front of all this," she says, pointing to the crowd.
"I'll bury you in so many sexual harassment lawsuits on her behalf you'll be an old man before you dig your way out. And don't forget her friend Batman. I wouldn't want that guy mad at me."
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"This is dangerous stuff, Montoya. We have to get the clothing and get it tested," Bullock says.
"This could be baby powder instead of anthrax, for all we know," she says. "Now either we all turn around face away from her and give her cover her while she removes the contaminated material or I call Gordon over here. We brought a suit for him
and it won't take him long to get it on. And put the bullhorn away you jerk. We can hear you just fine."
She has definitely taken control of the situation. Wow! I'm really impressed. At least I've gotta chance now. She motions to them all to turn around. They stand in a circular wall over me, all seven of them covering me and facing away from me. I peek between the wall of bodies and see Daddy nodding his head and toking on his pipe. Here goes the moment of truth.
I lift the mask slowly so as not to disturb the powdery substance. I hear cameras clicking but I am fairly well covered by the zoot-suited cops.
"Go slow, Hon " Montoya says to me. I like her kindness, and I feel better. "We don't want the powder to fly about."
Bullock's suit swishes against another cop's suit as he tries to sneak a peek. Montoya, standing next to him elbows the ribcage of his suit. He lets out a groan and stands at attention.
"Is the mask off yet?" she asks.
"Not yet," I say. "I wear it very tight. I have a few places on the mask to undo. I'm going very slowly."
"Take your time," she says.
"Twenty bucks says the red mane's a wig," Bullock blurts out.
"Shuddup Bullock," Montoya yells. She seems to be going past aggravation and to full-scale anger at him.
I unhook my cape at the neck and slide it off my shoulders and onto the park green. I unsnap the cowl under my chin and slowly lift the neckwear from under the cape exposing my bare neck. The cape falls and onto the ground. I reach back behind my head and grab my red hair and push it through the backhole of the cowl. It's no wig. Bullock was way off on that. The underpinnings of the mask are loose now and I feel queasy as I am about unmask myself in public for the first time ever. I feel the eyeflaps grazing the skin under my eye. The mask's neck flaps are open now and not so snug anymore. A thick unruly strand of my red hair falls through my left eyehole. I instinctively toss the stray hair back, nearly discarding my mask, but I grasp the mask before it falls off. I feel butterflies in my belly. I reach up to the pointed ears and grab the tips of each ear with each hand. I raise the mask up about a half inch off my face but I quickly put it back in place. I look around the wall of humanity around me to make sure I'm still unseen. I lift the mask off my face and place it on the grass. I feel naked even before I begin to remove my costume.
I grab my batjersey and raise it up over my head, carefully easing it over my loosened cowl. I put the shirt on the ground, and slip out of my boots. My black bra is exposed. I wear it tight, and I'm a little worried about overflowing without a top on. I hate being exposed like this, but I have to. I feel butterflies in my belly. I ease my leggings off, exposing my bare legs. My high-cut panties, the same color as my bra, are showing now. I look no worse than a woman at the beach, at least I hope not.
A loud boom suddenly thunders through my ears, my brain, and my spine. My whole body jerks up off the ground. I look for the source of the explosion. A toppled policeman behind me jostles my leg with his own. The cops are falling down like bowling pins. They're like sitting ducks, barely able to move in those suits.
I make eye contact with Montoya, who has fallen to the ground. We lock eyes for what seems forever. I've almost forgotten that my face is not masked. I see her pretty face through the visor of her suit. She has beautiful green eyes that I sink into like a child falling into a thinly iced pond in winter.
Montoya sees my exposed features for a split second as I break eye contact and run for a nearby oak tree with my hands shading my face. I hope I'm not being filmed too tightly, with my face and body exposed while I jiggle and bounce with each step. I slide and huddle behind the tree. I tug and adjust my bra strap and look down at my bosom. Everything somehow seems to have stayed put. I feel a sudden sense of terror in my belly. My cowl! No wait. I grabbed it. Surely I did. I frantically look around myself and the tree. Then I look fifty yards away where I was moments ago and see the cowl's sad, white-caked face, its' hollow eyes looking up from the park grass.
Engine noise gets my attention and I look up in the sky. I am surprised to see the Penguin flying by on a whirlybird, the hovercraft flying machine that Gotham PD was supposed to destroy, plans and all after his last crime spree. This must be some kind of planned team-up between the Joker and the Penguin. The Joker's part was obviously to get me out of the way, now that the Penguin wants to put as many of Gotham's finest as possible out of commission. I guess Penguin figures they're all sitting ducks, clumsily suited up here in this park. I hear some of the police screaming and moaning. Hopefully, I can stop the Penguin and help the fallen officers. The Penguin is squawking and yelling as he soars past the fallen cops. He is pressing buttons and sending explosive blasts from a mini-cannon mounted on the handlebars of the machine. I duck behind the tree. I have to find a way to cover my true identity if I'm going to fight. I hear someone running toward me and I look up to see Montoya without her zoot-suit, grass-sliding up to me. She's slipped out of the suit and is in the patrol uniform she had worn underneath. My face is unmasked! My eyes widen and my mouth is agape in shock as I turn my face away from her, using my trembling hand as a blinder.
"No time to worry about secret identities," she says. "I can't quite place the face, but you look very familiar. I'm sure it'll come to me."
My hand is still guarding my face. I pray she doesn't place me, but it doesn't look hopeful.
"Right now we've got work to do," she says. "Are you looking for this?"
She tosses the cowl into my lap.
"Sorry, I didn't have time to grab the rest of your costume. I figured the cowl was the most valuable to you."
"Yes, it sure is," I say. "Thanks."
"It's not anthrax. I just got the word on the box," she says.
"Great." There's a pause. She's looking at my exposed legs. My breasts are swelling in a rapid rise and fall as I struggle to catch my breath while I talk. I feel her gaze all over me. She looks me full in the face, and this time I don't try hide my features from her gaze. I feel embarrassed and flattered, along with a thousand other emotions at the same time. I wonder if she's trying to seduce me.
I reach down and quickly put the cowl on my face. I pat my masked face to dust the fake anthrax off of it. The powder looks like flour. I feel another twinge of embarrassment. I've never put my mask on in front of anyone except the Batgang, but we've got to go after the Penguin now. I look over in the distance at my cape and costume. I look at her. It's time to go after this crazy bird. <NOT THE END>
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