Hello everyone, and welcome to the first story in the DCMU, a fan fiction group centered around the concept of the Marvel and DC Universes merging, and all the team-ups and fights that could ensue because of it. A couple other people and I are writing stories for this universe, and I have just finished the prologue for my story: The Outlaws. Please note that this is my first true story I have written, so any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated to help me as I am writing the next parts in this storyline. So, without any more explaining, here is the prologue to the Outlaws.
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“11:53 PM. Almost Midnight.” A man said, in a deep southern accent. Watching to the streets, he was accompanied by another man, and a woman, both of which were armed with guns. “The new boss will be meeting us here any minute now. Everything ready?”
“Yeah. Got the crates right here.” The woman responded. “What are in these things, Montana?”
“I ain’t exactly sure.” The man with the accent replied. “I just got the info from the new boss to pick this junk up from the docks and meet him her with it.”
“And you are sure the guy is trust worthy?” The woman said.
“Well Janice, I ain’t sure if he’s any less ruthless than Fisk or not,” Montana stated. “but I was told he paid better, so that’s a start.”
“As long as he won’t kill us over a simple mistake, I am good.” The other man said.
“Still doesn’t answer if he is trustworthy or not.” Janice stated, under her breath.
Jackson Brice, or Montana, was a southern man who became a criminal in New York City, and assumed the mantle of the Shocker, working as a henchman for Wilson Fisk, aka the Kingpin. Janice Lincoln was also a criminal in New York, but only worked for Fisk for a short amount of time, before angering him, and having to flee for her life. Montana stepped in and helped her escape him, and the two teamed up with Mac Gargan, formally nicknamed the Scorpion, and fled to Gotham City.
After a few more minutes of waiting, a black limo pulled up to where they were standing, and several people got out of the car. One man in a suit walked up to the criminals, with two guards following close behind.
“I assume you have the bosses stuff.” The man said.
“Yeah. Mind tellin’ us what we had to bust our butts for to get? I suspect we are now on the GCPD’s radar.” Montana said.
“Honestly, the boss wouldn’t even tell me, and I am the closest thing he has to a real friend.” The man replied. “Whatever it is, it sounds like it is exactly what we need to gain full control over the Gotham City criminal underworld.”
“Listen, Montana and I, we need protection from our old boss, and we are willing to help you guys in exchange for it.” Janice said.
“I have heard you two had some good tech at your disposal back in the day.” The man said.
“If you help us, the three of us could have our gear back by the end of the week.” Montana said.
“And what were your names again?” The man asked.
“I’m the Shocker.” Montana replied.
“The Beetle.” Janice said.
“The Scorpion.” Mac Gargan said.
The man grinned, giving a slight chuckle as well. “Good to hear you three are back in the business. Now, let us get you back your gear.”
Up on a nearby roof, a man in a brown leather jacket was watching the exchange. He looked as they were loading the crates into the car. After another minute, they got in their cars, and drove away. The man in the jacket looked up. He had short, black hair. He reached down by his side and grabbed a red helmet, and put it on his head. “Well Jason,” he said. “Looks like the Red Hood is back in business.”
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