Prologue: 18 Months
Tony Zucco smiled, a smile that unnerved the guards. He had a secret, and tonight was the night everything would change.
"What are you grinning at?" the Guard asked.
Zucco didn't answer. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"It's your last night on this Earth, Zucco. And that's your last cigarette. You better enjoy it."
"I get a last meal, don't I?"
"It's coming. You want a priest?"
"So your soul will be cleansed when you meet your maker."
"That's for sinners, guard. I'm just an honest business man trying to do business."
'Honest, you? Sorry Zucco. The only business you're doing is dying."
The guard turned when he heard the meal cart arriving. Death Row prisoners were allowed to eat their last meal in their cells. "It's your last meal, Zucco. You better enjoy every bite because I'm going to enjoy watching you fry."
The guard opened the door and allowed the attendant in. As the cart was wheeled in, the attendant pulled out a gun and waved the guard inside. A single muffled shot silenced the guard forever. Thirty minutes later, the meal eaten to avoid suspicion, the guard and the attendant with the cart left Tony Zucco's cell. The guard shut the cell door, still smiling. The guard led the meal attendant through the maze of corridors and back out to the main gate. The guard waved to the gate attendant and the door was released. Both moved outside and down the road to a waiting van. The cart was pushed inside and both climbed into the back. The van sped away from the prison into the night.
Things were looking up, and the first part of his plan had been brought to a conclusion. Now for the second part of his plan. 'Once that one is complete,' he thought. 'No one will be able to touch me. Not even Batman.'
Once inside the van, Zucco removed the guard's uniform and changed into the clothes that were provided.
"I've got a place you can hide out. Once they discover you're gone, their going to send out every cop they can find, and they may even inform Batman."
"Let them. I don't care. The one person I want is that kid. You did get what I want?"
"Sure did. I took the folder just like you asked."
"Let me see it."
Zucco's associate handed over the folder and Zucco scrutinized its contents.
"Good, we can work with this. Sharp, get ready to play the role of a life-time."
"What about my money?"
"You'll get it. After I get the kid. Now, here's what we're going to do."
Continues with Part 1: The Patter of Younger Feet