Roanapur Rampage - A Black Lagoon / Batman x-over

Author: B.H. Ramsay

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Disclaimer: Characters appearing here belong to DC Comics & Rei Hiroe
Rating: Teen
Setting: After Gotham Gatecrash & gunman's Brother's Keeper ... you might want to read 'em
Dedicated to: The Shrine of Heroes... Amigodude, just another soul, unkeptsecret & the rest of the crowd at the Black Lagoon forums. A huge amount of love for Rabe Addler who endured a fate worse then death by having to play beta for me. Also gunman who let me borrow his take on Rock's brother. And of course Judd Winick who inspired this story

Summary: No vigilante would be stupid enough to attack Roanapur ... at least that's what everyone thinks but someone is determined to prove everyone wrong and rack up a huge body count in the process.

The dream always starts the same way.

A loud bang, bang, bang from the other side of a dark wall. Some great force pounds on the wall shaking it, the wall slowly cracking under the assault, cracking and giving way to the force on the other side. The pounding grows louder with each strike - the sound echoes out into the world filling it, changing it.

Of all the thoughts Rock Okajima expected to have upon seeing Ryouichi, his older brother -again, the very last was -how the hell to explain why he was wearing a PVC bodysuit? If the buckles and harnesses were not sufficient clue, the zippered mask at his belt was an obvious sign that the suit's intended use was in extreme fetish play. In Rock's defense, if he had known his brother was coming, he might have rescheduled his afternoon "job" with Selina Kyle, Roanapur's newest dominatrix. She was nothing if not understanding about how busy life occasionally got in Roanapur. But today was Thursday, her best and most important client was coming and she needed Rock there in the role he seemed to fill for more and more people in Roanapur these days, making them look good and allowing them to keep up appearances, in short, window dressing.

Ryouichi stepped out of the car that had delivered him from the airport. He brightened on seeing his younger brother and opened his arms in greeting.

"Ryu, what are you doing here?" Rock asked.

"Well hello to you too Brother." Ryu said with a grin as he hugged Rock.

"Ryu you know I'm happy to see you of course but this really isn't the best time for a social call."

"Then it's a good thing this isn't just a social call. I'm here to meet with a representative of Sabouro Industries they're about to make a big deal and I'm to over see the transaction. They wanted someone familiar with the area so I volunteered."

A familiar cackling came from out of the Lagoon offices and Rock's heart sank. "Familiar with the area, you're kidding us right?" Revy was up before noon on a day they were not working, never a good omen.

"Rock, don't tell me the little poindexter got his ass nabbed again." Revy emerged from the building. She seemed to have a hangover...which was odd, as that would imply she had stopped drinking. Rock made introductions to an obviously amused Ryo. Rock resolved to politely advise him to keep his amusement to himself within earshot of Revy.

"I'm happy to finally meet you Miss Rebecca,". Ryu was saying, "I didn't get much chance to really meet you the last time I was here."

"You mean when we rescued your kidnapped ass." Revy sneered. "...And isn't Gimp-Boy late for his other gig?"

Rock sighed; his new "job" seemed to annoy Revy. Though anytime he offered to quit, she got really bitchy. Her behaviour was perplexing...or to be more accurate more perplexing then normal.

"I'm sorry," Ryouichi asked. "...Gimp-Boy?"

"Our Rock is providing ...atmospheric support to one of the towns local business owners." Dutch supplied.

"Yeah he ...helps set the mood so clients feel more ...comfortable. Very customer service oriented is our Rock." Benny filled in.

Ryouichi was looking at him speculatively. "Your bondage harness isn't sitting right. It will chaff you the way you have it now." He said with a wry smile.

"Thanks I'll fix it when I get over there." Rock said as his face reddened with embarrassment.

"Have I interrupted something?" Ryo asked.

"We're having a in influx of... new independent business owners." Dutch explained delicately. "The established business community is having some issues with that."

Benny gave the man a disarming smile. "Rock has been trying to get every one to come to terms but it seems not everyone is ...receptive to the idea of peaceful co-existence."

"Big waste of time I say," Revy sneered, "I mean those idiots who set up that chop shop operation ran you out on a rail."

"I didn't do too badly with those weapons merchants. Besides, I had to try Revy, I had to."

Dutch sighed "Yes you did and now those chuckleheads'll learn the hard way what happens when you try and do business on Hotel Moscow turf without their say-so."

"Listen Ryo the afternoon is a little busy. Can I come by your hotel this evening we can talk and catch up."

"Of course until tonight Brother."

Walter Aldous was a weak man. From his undersized manhood to his puny body to his uncontrollable and illicit desires, he was a weak, weak man. Like all weak men, He had surrounded himself with enough power and money that he could hide his weakness. Still, as his weakness became harder for others to see, it became harder for him to be happy. Like all weak men, deep down he longed for his weakness to be acknowledged, he longed to be controlled. The answer to all his dark prayers had come from an unlikely source. Her name was Selene and his 1pm Thursday session with her was now the highlight of his week.

Selene entered the room, dressed, as a goddess should be dressed. "Walter, you are late," She snapped, "do you think I have nothing better to do then sit around this place waiting for you to remember your obligations to me?"

"I'm sorry Mistress I overslept...it's never happened..." Selene slapped him across the face. Grabbing it hard as she did so.

"Did I tell you I wanted to hear your excuses, I don't recall saying that I wanted to hear anything from you, anything at all." The Dominatrix hissed.

"I'm sorry miss anything you want, anything at all."

"Gimp!" she called and a masked man chained and hobbled shuffled out of the bedroom area holding a tray with nail care products on it.

"The table next to Walter." Selene snapped, "Then go to your closet Gimp."

The masked man giggled as he set the tray down and departed. Walter watched the Gimp as he departed. When he tuned back to his mistress she was looking at him.

"Jealous, Walter? You know what you have to do for me if you want to be my pet around the house." She gave him a cruel smile.

"I...I would give anything Mistress, nothing would make me happier then being your pet." Walter groveled.

Selene seated herself and placed the spiked heel of her boot non-too-gently in Aldous's lap. "So have you been a good boy since our last session Walter?" Selene asked sweetly.

Walter groaned as he nodded, Selene ground her boot heel deeper into his lap. "Now why do I not believe that worm?" She hissed.

Walter nodded vigorously, "I have a client usually he's not a big spender but not too long ago he spent some big money. easiest I ever made. He wanted the four-one-one on every person of interest in Roanapur. Chang, Balalaika, everyone; hell, he even wanted to know about the Japanese who works for Lagoon Couriers. "

"...Okajima, now why would he be of interest to anyone?"

"He's become a known associate of pretty much everyone that matters in this town. Maybe not a major player but he knows all the right people and has pull with them of some kind."

"Very nice Walter, very good you have been a good boy." Selene recrossed her legs so that her boot now hovered enticingly before him, "Their filthy, clean them...slave, and if you do a good job, and I mean a really good job I might let you paint my toe nails today."

Aldous sighed with joy Selene was worth every penny, No matter why she had left Gotham City, that town's loss was his gain. "Thank you mistress." he sighed with orgasmic joy as he bent his head and extended his tongue. The sweet taste of boot leather would purge the odd medicine taste that had been in his mouth since he had woken this afternoon from his strange dream-filled nap.

In the next room Rock quietly jotted down what Walter was saying, he was running tape of the session of course, he always did whenever any of Selina's clientèle came to visit. His personal notes however, sometimes gave substance to the dry recordings. He tried to ignore the uncomfortable sensation of his skin being rubbed raw as Walter and Selina went through their afternoon's roleplay session. Ryouichi had been right , as usual, his harness was starting to chaff him.

Iron Mike Harrison had come a long way from the dockyards of Gotham City. He and a crew of a half a dozen other guys had started a profitable car theft ring and chop shop. They had managed to survive and thrive in Gotham a long time but like every one else he had eventually run into Bat Problems.

He and his crew had come to Roanapur and bought a garage and some space at the dock for incoming shipments of cars. It had not been a week before some small Japanese nerd came calling. Mike had personally tossed his ass out. They had heard rumors of the Hotel Moscow outfit the guy had mentioned, but Iron Mike was confident that if they could hold out long enough to make their mark then maybe this Hotel Moscow might have to start looking over it's shoulder for him. -At least that was his feeling for a week. Then this morning, he had been snatched off the street and his beaten bloodied carcass was now cowering on the floor of an ornate office study.

The door of the office opened and a tall athletic blond in a low-cut business suit with a scarred face walked in. Iron Mike went cold ...he had also heard of this woman ... he had disbelieved the rumors. They were just too terrifying to be real.

She sat at the desk regarding him a long time with cold blue eyes. "Hello Michael, My name is Balalaika," she said when she finally spoke.

"Let me guess you represent Hotel Moscow." Mike said trying to summon some bravery, maybe fake his way out of this.

"No, Michael, I AM Hotel Moscow."

Mike's blood ran cold. "Look there has been some miscommunication. I'd love to negotiate a fair percentage... say forty percent of our take?"

"This isn't the negotiation phase Michael. My representative asking you to shut down ... THAT was the negotiation phase."

The woman was looking at several pictures. She'd hold them up so he could see they were photos of his family and friends back in Gotham.

"...This is the phase where I decided how many of these people I'd have to kill to erase you from existence. I might start with this one; your old girlfriend isn't she? That little boy she is holding, is that yours? I hope for his sake he isn't. Now this policeman, didn't he run you in for a parking ticket once ... well he'll have to die of course, along with anyone else who I find out has ever known you or so much as spoken your name."

Mike started weeping and crawled backwards across the floor. This seemed to annoy the woman who rose from the desk, pistol in hand. He saw some of the men in the room pulling their weapons but the woman waved them away.

"Don't piss me off more by crying or trying to run." Balalaika hissed in a thick Russian accent, "you had your chance to get out and you wasted it." She was going to kill him herself and she wasn't going to be nice about it.

"Do you understand what I am saying Michael. I don't just want YOU dead; I want anyone who's ever known you exist, to be dead. I want there to be no trace left in the world of your memory so that no one will know that you were stupid enough to come to MY city or think you could screw with me." She unloaded three shots from her gun and Iron Mike was no more.

"Sergeant," Balalaika commanded, "Have Miss Sawyer deposit this piece of trash outside that garage he set up. You have the rest of his people yes?"

"Do you want the building burned down?" Boris asked.

"With all of them inside."

"They had shipment of stolen vehicles on its way."

"How much is it worth?"

"Soft estimates from reading their records says a little under five hundred thousand. Not a bad haul for a small-timer."

"Intercept it, tell the Captain - the next time he accepts a contract that has him crapping on my territory, I'll sink him AND his boat."

"This is the fourth such incursion in less then a month." Boris sighed, "One wonders if this is blowback for your rout of Ra's-al-Ghul's people from the city?"

"You have a point Sergeant, call Chang back and tell him I've changed my mind. We can have that meeting he's been wanting. Maybe we need a new stratagem."

The Church of Violence was an actual Roman Catholic Church however it was doubtful the Vatican was aware of the many methods its employees had found to -offset the many costs associated with doing God's Work. A city filled with criminal degenerates is not the most fertile ground for fundraising. For charitable works, feeding the hungry, clothing the poor, these things cost money thus Church had established a lucrative side business buying selling and shipping anything from anywhere to anywhere for a price, usually a high one, ridiculously high, if one listened to the people who had given the local church its less flattering nickname of The Rip-Off Church

Yolanda, the elderly nun who ran the place was serving tea to her guests today with the assistance of her employees Eda and Rico. Some said Eda was a dangerous con artist, a ruthless profiteer, a stone cold killer, still more whispered that she was all three and more besides. There were even those who claimed she was a company girl, best and brightest to come off the FARM back in Langley, Virginia. Nobody who talked about it did so in her earshot especially after she started hanging out with the Lagoon Company's dangerous two-handed whirling dervish of violence.

Revy and the rest of her fellow employees at The Lagoon Courier Company were sharing Yolanda's sitting rooms this evening. Local custom dictated host's choice when it came to the drinking but tea left Revy cold. It wasn't that Revy couldn't drink it, just that she had no patience for anything that didn't fill her gut, get her high, get her laid or get her to sleep. Yolanda's only concession to this was letting her spike it with Eda's supply of hooch, which Eda was notoriously protective of. Crown Royal, especially the good stuff, was hard to come by in the South China Sea.

"This fucking sucks." Revy sighed in her frustration.

"For those not privy to the rat's nest you call a brain," Selina Kyle replied, "You want narrow that down."

"Busting The Demons balls was supposed to calm things down instead the place is getting tense."

"Tense, I saw that bonfire Balalaika made out of those losers from Gotham. We are WAY beyond tense Revy." Dutch replied.

"...And young Miss Kyle's weekly meetings with Mr. Aldous, are they producing anything substantial?" Yolanda asked.

Selina smiled, "Aldous says he's attracted a well heeled client. They are coming to Roanapur to negotiate sale of some electronic components of a weapons system, cutting edge and very expensive. They are hoping to meet with the head of a local syndicate. He'll know more tonight after attending a meet and greet with all the syndicate bosses at The Hideaway." she replied, "Balalaika wouldn't really kill a guy's whole family just to prove a point would she?"

Revy shook her head "You don't want to know what Big Sister is or isn't going to do especially if she feels like she being challenged." she reminded her friend.

Yolanda looked at Selina with a critical eye, "Perhaps it's time for our young miss to come clean on her reasons for leaving Gotham. It can't just be for the delightful amusement of dressing young Okajima in bondage gear."

Selina Kyle had grown up hard in Gotham City. Bounced from group home to group home where she had hooked up with a young teenage Revy, still going by her given name of Rebecca back then. The two had become fast friends raising hell until destiny drove them apart. Revy on her way to becoming Roanapur's deadliest gunslinger and Selina on her way to becoming the infamous Catwoman one of the most infamous of Gotham City's fearsome females.

They had reunited during Balalaika's recent business trip to Gotham City. A business trip that had had ended with a spectacular display of chaos and violence when two of Batman's infamous rogues gallery made the idiotic and ill-advised choice to try and manipulate Hotel Moscow and its dangerously lethal Captain.

Kyle looked at the old woman and nodded, "When I was watching Revy and Hotel Moscow I found out about some guest with diamonds. After Balalaika left the hotel, I went back and made off with the goods."

"What were they?"

"I thought they were conflict gems, turns out I was wrong. These stones are like no diamond I've ever seen." she produced a bag and placed a gem on the table Yolanda picked up the stone examining it carefully.

"They're black." Rock observed to a room of rolled eyes.

"I love your quick grasp of the painfully obvious." Revy sneered.

"Nice, I know a guy." Eda smirked mentally calculating her cut, "I'll want a finder's fee of course, back and front end."

"Fuck you Eda," Revy snapped, "... She's my friend. If anyone's getting a percentage deal, it's me."

"What about my percentage?" Rock asked only half kidding.

"You're spending your afternoons around a hot chick in domme gear while wearing a gimp mask." Eda cackled, "Folks in this town'll say that's a bonus all on its own."

"You might want to know what you're buying into before you start trying to get piece of the action. The gems aren't from any mine, they're from a lab, a weapons and tech manufacturer once owned by Lex Luthor."

"Why have I heard that name before?" Dutch asked the puzzled look in his eyes showing though his shades.

Eda explained, "He was President of the United States for about the five minutes it took for people to clue to the fact he was the most corrupt deceitful double dealing politician in the country's history."

"Not a Luthor fan-girl I take it." Rock snickered, "He also used to own most of the city of Metropolis."

"He also tried to buy up a chunk of Gotham City." Selina sneered. "He lost his fortune after he got out of office. Seems he's trying to get back on top and these little stone are part of it. When I made off with the goods I found a logbook with date marked and the name Roanapur. Whatever he was going to do with the gems it's supposed to go down in a couple more days."

"You figure you'll sell the gems to whoever the original owner was going to meet."

"That was the plan until I found out something about them." Selina took a penlight from her pocket and trained it on a far wall. She placed the gem in the path of the beam; there was an explosive discharge that blow a small hole in the wall.

She tossed the stone to Eda who was amazed when she caught it. "It's cool -barely any temperature change at all."

The room went silent. "I'm figuring this isn't about diamond smuggling anymore," Selina explained, "I had a couple of attempts on my life, Mine, not just Catwoman. That's why I left Gotham, that's why I'm hiding here in Roanapur."

"Eda..." Yolanda asked with a meaningful stare, "Do you know anything...anything at all, about this?"

"That was tech Luthor commissioned during his Presidential term. Cutting edge...hell, bleeding edge would be more like it. The guy who invented it was trying to build a new stable energy source. He got the new part right but not much else. The things are unstable as hell but they can amplify energy by a factor...well that small bag she has could produce an explosion that would make Hiroshima look like a backyard barbecue."

"What in heaven's name would Luthor want with such a thing?" Yolanda asked.

"Depending on who you ask Luthor either advanced the cause of human technological advancement by a factor of ten or he brought us to the brink of a world war."

"Well unless I miss my guess ex-presidents shouldn't be running around with diamonds capable of leveling whole cities." Dutch replied thoughtfully.

"Luthor lost control of the tech firm like he did the rest of his business empire. The guy who I took these from was in Gotham for a meet with someone... the feds knew about the meeting but I don't think they actually met with him."

"Why?"

"Cause the same night I broke into his hotel suite and took these, he ended up dead. I'd be the prime suspect in the killing if he hadn't been found blocks away beaten till every bone was broken."

"I can see why you wanted out of town. What I'm not getting is why you think this might be connected to what's doing around here in Roanapur."

"The guy I ripped off was supposed to be meeting with Roanapur's top boss

"There are four bosses in this city Kyle." Revy reminded her.

Dutch sighed, "...And all of a sudden we have a lot of people rolling into town trying to get a piece of the pie."

"Including my Brother and whoever he supposed to be meeting with." Rock mused.

"Someone knows who's coming and want to make sure that they are the proud new owner of the gems and the tech to make them work."

"The tech?"

"The gems will react to practically any energy source, but if what I've read is accurate, to really get your bang you need some freaky new tech. tech that was supposed to be available for purchase here in Roanapur. I'm thinking either its something being built here..."

Dutch finished the thought, "...Or something that already exists and is being shipped here by an out-of-towner."

"Walter's client," Benny responded, "... Are we going to tell Balalaika and Chang?"

Dutch shook his head, "Balalaika and Chang are already on their last nerve if one of them is making a power play, this town'll get dangerous."

"So what, we go fishing till the guns calm down?" Revy wondered.

"It's a plan," Dutch answered, "maybe not a good one but it's better then sitting around waiting for Roanapur to tear itself apart."

Selina shook her head, "Nothing doing, whoever is behind this knows me ... the real me. I'm getting out from under. I'm dumping these rocks on someone. She gave Eda a look, "...and by someone I mean someone who's going to pay me what I KNOW they're worth."

"Who do we give these to," Rock asked, "Who's going to come out on top?"

"My vote is for Chang," Dutch replied, "he wants peaceful coexistence I say hand to Chang and let him deal with whoever or whatever is after the brass ring."

Eda shook her head, "Chang wants peaceful coexistence because even with his money and men, he still needs it. Those gems will make whoever has them powerful enough they could take Roanapur in one go...hell they could rule any city on earth."

Dutch sighed, "Look this is all moot until we talk to the bosses lets head over to The Hideaway club their meeting tonight for a sit-down to try and get a handle on all of this I say lets give them the info and let Chang work it out."

"Sorry I gotta beg out, I promised Ryouichi I would join him at his hotel suite."

"Rock, priorities." Revy said pointedly.

"Revy no offence but people are trying to kill each other in this city every day. Every other day, its one of the top four."

"Fine," Revy hissed with a dismissive snap."we'll let you know how it plays out."

"Come on we'll drop you off on our way over there." Benny announced as he rose shaking the keys to the car.