Just before the gunfight occurred, the battle lines were clear cut. The
Joker’s former gang and the Black Mask’s crew were there to fight over the
remaining resources and territory after the death of the Clown Prince of Crime.
But when one of them transformed into a hulking wolf monster and started to
attack indiscriminately… That line got blurred. Masks? Jokers? Both were firing
and fighting for their lives, trying and failing to drop a ten-foot-tall
monster tearing through both just as easily as ripping weeds out of a garden.
The monster lunged towards a screaming man wearing purple and green paint over
his leather jacket, firing his assault rifle and emptying the clip before he
was hoisted up in clawed hands and torn in half. Two of Black Mask’s men;
wearing finely tailored black suits and black plastic masks fired high caliber
pistols into the thing’s back, the driving force was enough that the bullets
pierced straight through its tough flesh and chipped through the concrete
walls. But the giant wolf merely turned to look at them with blind rage and
hurl itself at them.
It was like a fox had broken its way into a chicken coop and was tearing
into one hen after another. Whatever was left of both gangs didn’t care about
each other but were desperately trying to kill what was now tearing apart two
Mask crew like they were paper. It seemed like things would be the end for all
of them when the giant wolf grabbed hold of a forklift and tossed it towards
the only exit in the warehouse, trapping them all in. With a howl of rage, the
mindless creature made it clear that no one was getting out alive.
But then something happened.
Smashing through the skylight and slowly floating down to a soft
landing, gracefully on his feet as if he only weighed as much as a feather,
stood a man in a green dress suit. Thumbing the broad rim of his matching green
hat, the stranger pulled off his yellow tinted sunglasses and pocketed them. “I
found you…” The roar the wolf made was enough to force everyone to their knees
and cover their ears, even the windows cracked from the intensity just before
the massive creature lunged forward to attack the new comer. Brandishing a claw
big enough to wrap around a human skull, the werewolf made to do just that,
reaching for his face in mid leap. What happened instead was a crack of air
when the man backhanded the claw away with enough force to shatter its claw and
arm in five places. Regardless of whether it felt the bullet wounds it healed
almost as quickly as they were inflicted from earlier. The wolf felt THAT!
Blind with pain and rage, the wolf tumbled back into a bundle of crates,
smashing its fist into the concrete floor while its other arm hung limp and
useless.
The wolf lunged again at the stranger, the vampire lord merely snorting at
the creature’s lack of intelligence just before his cloak came alive. Snapping
out with a will of its one, the man’s silk cloak coiled and shot out at three
points, spearing and impaling the monster a mere 2 feet from his face while the
creature gasped and numbed about the three strange black masses that had
impaled it at its stomach, arm and chest. The last having shot straight through
its heart. Confused and stunned, the werewolf tried to claw and bite at the
shadowy spears before returning its attention on the man in front of it,
snapping its fanged jaws at the man’s face but missing him by only an inch.
With a smirk, the man grabbed hold of the wolf’s jaws with both of his silk
gloved hands, prying its mouth open easily, then with a quick jolt, tore the
wolf’s skull off its shoulders, its jawbone in one hand and its head in the
other when his cloak finally let the headless corpse drop twitching and
bleeding on the floor.
When the rest of the Joker and Mask gangs came out of hiding and picked
themselves up, they witnessed something else that horrified them. The body of
the monster twitched and shrank, losing hair and mass before appearing like the
battered ruined corpse of a headless man before it kept going, shriveling and
aging until its skin withered, the bones cracked and chipped. In the end the
heap of decaying bones crumbled, leaving a pile of dust. Picking up both halves
of the wolf’s skull, Dracula looked on bemused when they reverted to the skull
and severed jawbone of a human before rotting almost instantly in his hands,
crumbling into dust, which he thumbed off the palms of his gloves and wiped
clean off his cloak.
“You… You saved us!”
“Saved us? He fucked UP that thing, Jesus! What the fuck was that?!”
Ignoring the dozen or so men too engrossed in the pile of ash in the
middle of the warehouse, Dracula stepped aside, looking around the warehouse.
Spotting the forklift blocking the entrance and the number of torn and dead
bodies around his feet, he turned his attention back to the living just when
their attention felt back on him.
“Hey man, who the fuck are you anyway?” Demanded one of the remaining
Mask crew, brandishing his pistol at the stranger that saved them.
“Dude he just killed a monster that could rape a grizzly bear, you wanna
shoot him?!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Cocking back his pistol, the man continued to aim at
the man’s head. “I don’t give a fuck what he did, Black Mask wants this stuff,
and NOBODY gets in his way. Got it?”
Barely giving the gang member any attention, Dracula straightened the
cuff of one of his gloves. “Barring your lack of gratitude, I have no interest
in what is in this place. I came for the beast and now the beast is no more.”
Still ignoring the dozen or so men who by now had checked on their ammunition
and looked ready to fight over the place again, Dracula waved a hand to regain
their attention. “However, my presence must remain a secret, always a secret. I
have learned through the centuries that the worst enemy to face is not a
ravenous werewolf but the angry mob.”
“Dude, the FUCK you talkin about?!”
“Y-yeah, you think we’re gonna talk about this, don’t worry, no one’s
gonna know.”
“Yeah, nobody. Promise!”
Stepping back towards the pile of ash and nudging it with his shoe,
Dracula looked back at the armed men one last time. “I doubt you ever would,
you’d be deemed MAD if you were to tell anyone. But knowing secrets are not
your concern… Keeping them are.” In a puff of smoke, the man exploded into a
fog of green mist that filled the warehouse, forcing everyone to cough and
waved their hand to clear the air. Confused and looking around, none of the
gang members knew where he went, and the green fog didn’t help. Then suddenly,
everyone felt it. A powerful sense of weakness fell over the crew, the guns in
their hands feeling heavy in their hands. One Joker crewmember looked down at
his hand to find his skin cracked dry and flaking, thin red mist blowing out
the cracks like air escaping a balloon. One by one the mummified corpses of
both the Joker and Mask gang fell dead on the floor, drained completely of
their life blood which coalesced when the fog began to close in, growing
heavier. When the green fog imploded in on itself, it changed and shifted back
into the green dressed man, who pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket and set
them back over his glowing yellow eyes.
Taking one last look around he stared at the pile of ash at the center
of the warehouse and waved his hand, blowing the ash all over the place to be
scattered around the nooks and crannies, making it indistinguishable from the
dirt and grime. Seeing his work done here, Dracula raised his cloak like they
were wings, and flew out the skylight where he came from.
*
Meanwhile…
Leaping from roof top to roof top, the hulking mass of the werewolf Batman
had turned into stalked the city at night. Stopping only briefly to sniff the
air before moving on. He was… Following something, something familiar. His hunt
ended when he jumped down from a five-story ledge and landed in a dark alley,
where he found the ruined and mangled corpse of a Black Mask gang member.
Licking his chops, Batman went to sink his teeth in the dead flesh but pulled
back, his sense of danger overwriting his hunger. He wasn’t the only thing in
the alleyway.
Lunging out with a roar, Batman was almost caught off guard by the
eleven-foot-tall form of a white furred wolf tackling him to the ground and
pinning him against the brick wall. Looking up at the she-wolf that gripped at
his neck, solid and lean with muscle she was completely covered in chalk white
fur save for her mane of hair which oddly was black as night on one side and
blood red on the other. Breathing hard and gritting fanged teeth, her chest
heaved with each breath, her fur covered H cup breasts stood proudly from her
muscular chest, along with the G cup breasts under those, and the F cup below
them. Her blue eyes glowed like silver and held a manic rage that looked barely
contained.
“Killed… Mistah Jay… Kill… YOU!” with a roar, the she-wolf swiped across
Batman’s face, blood splattering across the brick wall when she made to strike
again. Kicking her off him, Bruce roared in pain but shook it off, his wounds
already sealing up and healing within seconds just in time for when his
attacker righted herself and lunged again. Meeting her mid strike, the two
collided in the air and tumbled thrashing around the alley way. Breaking off,
the two fell to all fours and circled each other. Snarling and barring fangs
that looked sharp enough to pierce even metal. “Killed… Puddin… Make you PUDDIN!”
with a snarl she attacked again, brandishing her claws to slash at his chest.
But Harley Quinn was caught off guard when Batman grabbed hold of one of her
arms and twisted her around into an arm lock. “Enough!” With a low growl, the
male werewolf found its voice. deep and focused, the massive wolf found his
prisoner slowly stop trying to fight back before he rolled her on her back and
pinned her arms down.
“That’s… That’s enough out of you.” Staring down into the hate filled
eyes of the werewolf Harley had turned into, her features seemed to soften
briefly, her pointed ears twitched before she leaned up and did something
unexpected.
She kissed him.
Blinking in surprise, Batman didn’t know what to do, even when she
pressed her chest against his and slowly wrapped her legs around his waist. Her
six breasts mashing against his chest and abs. Losing his grip on her wrists,
the two slowly made out, rolling over until Harley was on top, straddling him
but still kissing his muzzle. Breaking the kiss, the she-wolf arched her back
and positioned herself, already feeling a solid erection over a foot in length
bob behind her before she aimed it and sunk down on its length. Moaning and
whimpering she went back down to kiss and nuzzle Batman, her hips bucking and
gripping at his length until he too began to get into the act.
The entire time their howls could be heard over the city, but were
ignored for the blaze going on at the docks, where a warehouse burnt down to
the ground before fire trucks arrived.