Red's Apartment

[Red]

After several unsuccessful attempts, Red finally managed to unlock his door. He stumbled inside, and rummaged through the cupboards of his tiny kitchen for some acohol.

"Empty... empty... empty..." he kept saying, as he picked out finished bottles and threw them on the ground.

Outside, the sounds of gun shots and screams made up the usual nightly background noise of the slums.

[The Dark Knight]

Suddenly, there came more emphasis on the screaming and less on the gunshots. A cry of "It's the bat!!" reached Red's window.

The screeching sound of a car stopping too soon immediately intermingled with the sound of a crash, quite familiar to any cop who had spent time directing Gotham traffic at some point.

"Out of the car, out of the car... damnit, I think he's dead, boss!!"

"We're walking anyway, we don't need the driver!!"

"But boss-" One more gunshot in the night marked the end of the conversation.

[Red]

Red made his way over to the window and leaned out it staring bleery-eyed, wondering what was going on.

[The Dark Knight]

A moustached man in a custom-business suit could be seen forcing his way into Red's apartnment building. Behind him lay a wrecked classic-era Lexmobile Stallion sportscar, a dead body lying beside it.

Otherwise, the street is surprisingly empty, though Red can clearly notice other people watching from their own windows.

[Red]

Red stares intently at the car crash for a long time, trying to make sense of it all, before he gets what he decides was his best ever idea.

He stuffs his handgun into his trousers, and leaves his apartment. He starts heading downstairs to meet the criminal, holding his hand against the wall to keep himself balanced.

[The Dark Knight]

He can hear the door being ripped open and a voice slowly coming in his direction... "Stupid Falcone... Stupid Bat... don't need this... could've been a pastry chef..."

[Red]

When Red sees the man, he stops. " Sounds like you could use a place to lay low."

[The Dark Knight]

The man stared at him like a wall had just grown lips and addressed him. He raised his own gun, a rather impressive revolver, worthy of Dirty Harry. "You got five seconds of my time before I blow your head off and then shoot you again for wasting my time. Five..."

[Red]

Red stared down the barrel of the impressive gun, it had been awhile since he'd been in this position. He raised his hands. "Hey go ahead, shoot me, I'm sure that'll save you from the Bat." He said the last word with venom.

[The Dark Knight]

He pulled back the hammer on the gun... then shoved Red forward. "Move fast, but not sudden, know what I mean?"

[Red]

"I know exactly what you mean."

He lead the man up to his apartment. He had sobered quickly when the gun had been pulled out on him, and he had little trouble opening the door this time.

"It's probably a bit fancier then what you're used to," he said, as he opened the door to reveal the mess that was his home.

[The Dark Knight]

"If I wanted humour, I'd be working for the Joker." He closed the door behjind him, then pressed his ear against it. He signaled for silence from Red...

[Red]

OOC: Does the man seem distracted? If he is, this is my response:

Red uses the man's distraction to grab his hand holding the gun and push it upwards before a shot can be fired off. He gets in close while his hands are holding the other man's hands and gun in the air, and knees the man in the groin.

OOC: If not then:

Red stays silent.

[The Dark Knight]

A shot is fired anyway, followed two seconds later by the door nearly exploding inward from the force of a Warner Brother-copyrighted Batkick. Split seconds before either man can comprehend it, the hall light cracks apart and the gangster is lifted and thrown into Red's bathroom, which is promptly locked. Red finds himself face to face with... a guy dressed like a rodent.

This is the last thing Red remembers before a young detective shakes him awake. "Hey!! Is that you Redford?! Sergeant Redford, can you hear me!!"

[Red]

Red rubs his head and squints at the man. "I'm leaving this damn city," he says groggily.