I based the look of the Royal Flush Gang on their look in Batman Beyond. It doesn't really fit but fuck it, who cares?
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For the Royal Flush Gang, it had been almost too easy. The guards had no idea they were coming and they had been easily disarmed and rounded into a back room. Gotham National Bank now belonged entirely to the Gang. They quickly got to work.
The King barked out orders. "Jack, grab the safe deposit boxes. Ace, you've got the registers. Ten & Queen, take the safes." He didn't need to say it but he still did. Everything had been calculated down to the second. He knew that his gang, his family, had to be kept safe.
The Gang quickly went to work. Jack used his laser eye to quickly melt the locks to the safe deposit boxes. Ace, the silent brute of the group, ripped out the register's tills and tossed them into a bag. Queen supervised Ten, the youngest of the group, as she expertly cracked the safe. As soon as she did, King & Queen went to work filling as many sacks as they could carry with cash. They hugged each other when they saw their take.
"Darling, we did it!" The Queen allowed herself a brief grin. They had cleaned the place out, with almost 30 seconds to spare. Now there was nothing that cou-
"What was that?" Jack ejaculated. He quickly scanned the area. He had heard something, he knew it, but he couldn't locate it. Whatever it was, it seemed big hitting the ground.
"Fan out! Standard formation!" The King had heard it too. He was on high alert. He had known that doing a job in Gotham City was dangerous but he had hoped if they were quick enough that...
"Over there!" The Queen pointed to a corner. The Gang all faced it and prepared for battle. Ace took to the front and prepared to attack.
"who's there?" King shouted. "Come forth, show yourself! Who are you?!"
A voice came from behind them. "I'm Batman?"
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Tommy had stumbled upon them by accident. He had just come out for a night on the town when he had seen flashes of light coming from the bank. He was quickly becoming used to the advantages the suit offered him and was easily able to slip inside the bank. From a perch on the second floor he surveyed the situation.
What he saw was 5 figures working in the moonlight. His attention was immediately brought to the big guy that was rushing through the registers. The man was easily 6'6" and about as wide as he was tall. He was wearing a white body suit and mask with some sort of markings on them. Tommy quickly decided that maybe he'd let this one go. There was no way he could defeat this man in a fight.
In the middle stood a slightly smaller man, this one dressed as a king. He had some sort of stick in his around and appeared to be the one in charge. Another man with a red eye and a similar outfit soon appeared. Finally, 2 smaller figures showed up. It appeared they were ready to leave. Tommy was fine with that. He'd wait until they left and then make his escape. It's just money, right? Besides, the REAL Batman could capture them if they're so dangerous.
Tommy stopped to take a closer look at the smaller people who had just come in. One was wearing a crown like the King, but Tommy could just faintly make out something white coming out underneath. Tommy noticed that she had a good body. The other figure passed through the moonlight and Tommy started. It was a woman in a full white bodysuit, like the big guy, but where he was all muscle she was all curves. Tommy leaned over, just to get a closer look...
...And slipped to the floor. He landed with a loud thud. He could hear the gang responding to the commotion and quickly scurried behind a counter. As the group found the source of the noise and faced it, Tommy made his way around the counter and behind the group. He swore as he realized they were between he and the door. He had no way out. When the leader asked who was there, all he could think was that maybe he could bluff his way out.
"I'm Batman?" Tommy said unconvincingly. He knew as the words left his lips that he was fucked. Instead of sounding authoritative and in control, he sounded like he was asking them if he was Batman. As they turned around, he grabbed a few batarangs. He had never quite actually been able to hit anything with one of these but maybe he could startle them enough to get away.
The big guy turned and faced Tommy. He suddenly felt so small. The man raced toward him, his arms ready to strike. Tommy threw 2 batarangs and then closed his eyes. Hopefully they didn't kill him. An explosion...
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The attack never came. Tommy peered out of one eye and was shocked to discover that all 3 men were now lying on the floor unconcsious. A batarang stuck out of the leader's scepter. Tommy guessed that the device had malfunctioned and the explosion had blown the men away. Only the 2 women now stood.
Tommy got a better look at them and gulped. They were both seriously hot. The red he had seen earlier was the older woman's blonde hair that rested under her crown. Her face was painted white and on each cheek was a black diamond. She was wearing a vest that made her look like a deck of cards and a skin tight black bodysuit underneath. She was standing demurely with the barest hint of surprise on her face.
The girl beside her was a different story all together. She looked furious and prepared to pounce. Tommy would have been more concerned except that he was too turned on. The girl, adorned with the number 10 on her chest, was wearing a similar skin tight body suit, although this one was white. In the moonlight Tommy could see that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She seemed to be wearing a mask, just like the big guy, so Tommy couldn't see her face. What he could see was enough to make him pop half a chub.
The older woman began to say something when suddenly the younger one lunged. Tommy was taken by surprise at this; so was the older woman, who yelled out, "Ten, no!" It was too late; she had reached Batman and jumped on him. The two hit the ground and began grappling. Tommy was able to outmuscle the girl, although she writhed so fiercely he could barely get a grip on her. She tried to elbow him in the ribs but the suit was impenetrable at that point. Tommy reached for something to get a grip on and found himself with his hand on the girl's mask. She pulled away and he was left with her mask in his hand.
He looked up and realized with a start that she couldn't be more than 19. Her soft face was unblemished and light blonde hair fell from her mask. Her lips were pouty and soft, and her eyes were hard and full of fire. She was beautiful.