SpaceCowboy saddles up his stallion and rides out into the streets. After leaving I find myself staring at hundreds of dead corpses, rotting away with hungry flies feeding from this appetizing buffet. I shake my head in disgust and put my cowboy hat on my chest to say a small prayer to show respect before putting my hat back on and traveling even faster to my destination. I notice a lot of new bloodlines or visitors around town, most of them seem depressed or sad. I force myself to smile hoping one day they will be able to move on from this tragedy and pick up where their mothers or fathers had left off. Look for a new beginning and bringing new life to this world of ours. The stallion comes to a stop and I notice I am in the heart of St.Louis. I clear my throat and pull out a cigarette and light it. After taking a few drags from my cigarette I pause and exhale.


There has been much confusion and talk these past few days. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize a big change has happened in the course of two days. Many will leave this life of ours in anger. Many will resent others for "betrayal.” Many will lose friendships and build new ones. Many will be confused and have no fucking clue what is going on. Well, I have to say it’s been a crazy few nights. I have lost a great deal of sleep as well as others with the clatter of gun shots and screams echoing all around them. There is no doubt a big change has happened, new lives starting and old ones dying. Should you give up or find yourself staining your fathers/mothers history? I don’t have a fucking clue, but maybe you should ask yourself what to do. I have picked up my father’s journal and found some interesting things I wish I could have seen or been a part of. It was asked of me that I would share his last words, or thoughts, to the men and women who served under him and for the friends of his to know as well. So here I am now ready to share what is last left of him, words and stories.


SpaceCowboy takes another drag from his cigarette while searching his front chest pocket for his father’s journal. After finding it, he wipes away a wandering tear and grins, opens the journal and starts reading off.


"If you are reading this then it either means I am in hiding from the fabulous Robbin or the old Batman has fallen in combat. I don’t want sadness or hate to boil within my allies or loving family. I knew coming into today’s events that I would not only be putting my own life on the line but my whole family. It wasn't a decision I thought over lightly nor would I regret later on.


For those who have worked alongside me threw thick and thin, I couldn't have done it without you. None of what The Wayne Enterprise has accomplished could have been done without the love and support I received from each and every one of you. And to the friends who looked out for me and had my back, know that even in death I will die with a special bond that many never get. At times I wish I didn't pick up traits from a bat, maybe if I was an imagine of a cat id be given nine lives. If that were the case I’d give all nine of them to do it all over again knowing it was the RIGHT choice.


It was a hell of a run. My only regret is that I picked up some dirty habits from being isolated in a cave for so long. I’m not much of a public speaker but for those who know me I don’t hide out. I simply put my time and hard work into my own family and my own issues/problems. I don’t decide to go out of my way into the streets with poppycock nonsense. So to those who didn't get to know me or see much of me, I will be having my son pick up where I had left and start a new life. I hope one day he can extend his talents and become a public speaker, shed some life or stories of his own into this world.


To the city of St. Louis: it was an honor working with everyone. I have learned many things within my time and loved every moment serving the city. I wish you all the best of luck tonight for you all will need it. Everyone is in my prayers, and I hope to see you guys strive to pick up the missing pieces.


I can hear them now, people are knocking on my door and I shall answer with a hearty hello and a fist punch to the face. My time is up and I must keep fighting...I HAVE to keep fighting.


Love, Batman."


SpaceCowboy wipes away another tear and places his father’s journal back in his pocket, takes a final drag from his cigarette and tosses it.


To new lives and beginnings! Cheers!

Yes, the war took a huge toll on all of us. As a former associate of The Wayne Enterprises, I can say that it was a great pleasure working for Batman. He was one hell of a boss. I'm glad to see his son is willing to pick up the pieces of his father's legacy. To new beginnings, indeed!!!

Hello SpaceCowboy. You are right. Many people lost their lifes the last couple of days but their sons and daughters are now here to live their lives as they wish to.

To all the fallen may God rest their souls.

Your father was a great man. He served his crew and his city the best way possible. He fought with honour during wars and show to everyone an examble to be followed.

He gave his best to St.Louis for a long period of time. He even gave his own life to serve the city. For that St.Louis will be forever grateful and your father's achievements shall not be forgotten over time.

To you SpaceCowboy I can only wish the best. I am sure you will follow your father's footsteps and this will make you a great man too.

So cheers my friend! To new lives and beginnings.

McQuestion listens and understands exactly what SpaceCowboy is going through.

Ah, I have read similar things from my fathers journals. He died early in the war. In his sleep actually. He knew that he could die so he always wrote stories and information down to pass on to me.

My father was Tony Castelli. He worked in St. Louis as did your father. He was LH to your father for a short time, yet it was a great time for him. Working with such a great friend and such a great bloodline.

Then my father moved on to La Kosher Nostra to become a RH and this job was taxing on him. But the end result was well worth it. He made new friends, got recognition of his work and him being an asset to the city by many. It was sad that his life was cut so short. He was proud to call SuperX, JewishJake, Batman, SamWalton, Hound and many many others his friends. They worked well with him and he enjoyed most every second of his time there.

There were tough times of course. But all he ever really expressed was his love of the city. His passion to make it grow and become better. Sadly he couldn't continue that after this great war. I know that JewishJake really respected my father and enjoyed having him as a RH. My father wrote many things about JewishJake and how he enjoyed that family and its members. But really, the city felt like one giant family to him.

I know many will ask, "Why didn't you follow in your fathers footsteps and work in St. Louis?". Well, bloodlines don't always have to follow their father. There are oppurtunities else where and sometimes change is good. But I know that through my fathers journals that I will always have a little regret when it comes to not choosing to work there. But time will go on. I just hope I can still get to know and meet those same men and women my father called his friends.

Salvatore, looks at the son of the man that made him. Literally.

He was a man of honor. A man of respect. A man of huge worthiness and huge potential not to only run a family but a city. He looked out for his family members and was strict to his members to keep them from stepping out of line. Even though my father made a small mistake it was a mistake that deserved punishment. And punishment he got. However, I still went back to work for your father. Why? Because he was a close friend who needed me and I needed him. 

Your father and I spoke to each-other alot, (not in that way people) but if it wasn't for the better of the family for the city. Your father and I went way, way, back when we were -BGJ's family before he GF'ed and I moved in with the GF's family. And our friendship started back then.. Now your father was someone I could always speak to be it in on a humble level, whether it was that I needed advice on something, or that I wanted to experience something, (again not in that way people). Even though your father stunk like hell and didn't usually wash for a couple weeks at a time. The family and city stuck to him like glue and people always wanted to be around him wherever he went.. You know why? Because he gave out free candy to kids whilst he was in the back of a van.. But seriously, you're father was awesome.. And when I woke up the next morning to find that he died.. Well, let's just say I lost a close, close friend.

AK the 4th stands in the same city were his dad was grown up in. My dad told me stories when i was a kid about his boss. He said that Batman was a brother to him. When i started to get older i heard more and more stuff about Batman and after my dad was gunned down i started to take his place and i came back to batmans family and he was a great as my dad told me he was. Then i went home for the night and woke up the next morning and found out that Batman got gunned down like my father did. I was mad but there was nothing i could do at the time. Its hard to talk about this so i am going to but we lost alot of friends great ones but everything happens for a reason and this will come out to be a great life im am going to live this time.... AK says he byes and walks off.

Madara stumbles out of an ally way clutching a cardboard box over-flowing with knocked off comemarative Batman memorabilia. Noticing he has a gathered crowd now staring at him he straitens up and readjusts his mask.

I worked both for and with Batman, Since he was given the auth to buy keys to his own cave. The day he tricked out his Bat-Kart and realised black spandex and a thrilly cape... All of which are now on sale here, just $5 eachMadara starts handing out batman bobble heads and signed copies of  "Batman presents: KAPOW! Now thats what i called chilled music vol.3" 12" records ...was the way to go. My blood line was still new to these shores myself even newer. However mr Wayne invited me to what might be mistaken by some as a game of chess Madara has a flash-back to winning a game of chess, then another... He snaps out of his day dream, returning to the crowd he had began speaking to

I didn't have a fancy blood-line to use to prove myself, i was still learning much about how things worked, however Batman gave me oportunity and backing to help me develop into a better mafioso.  It is indeed a shame he is no longer with us in body but regardless his spirit will continue to live on for as long as there are people alive who remember him. For those of you who never did speak with him im sure you can relate to the sentiment with regards to your own fallen comrades, However, all is not lost... Madara points at the cowboy hat, waits for everybodies attention to be on the hat and sneakily takes the cowboy's snake skin wallet out his back pocket and slips it into his box of batman memorabilia

Theres a new alien pewin sheriff in town =)

Madara skips off down the road counting the $$$ in the wallet, pauses, scratches his head and turns back..slowly walking upto the spacecowboy he empties the wallet of it's $1.25 which was clearly meant to be busfare takes off the cowboy's hat drops the money in, puts the hat back onto the cowboy and walks off again with the wallet

Harmony bows her head to listen to SpaceCowboy talk. Taking a sheet of ripped off journal from her mother she smiles as she reads it.

Between you and my mother it seems like I know your father quite well. It appears that your father had an issue with commitment or he never would have put off that marriage proposal until it was too late

Harmony smiles over at SpaceCowboy.

Either way my mother was always proud to call your father her friend. My far away ancestor was just as proud to work underneath him. I hope he rests well with the angels.

THE_SINGER takes a moment to read the journal entry of Batman. It was in a somber note he had to listen to what Space Cowboy had read. Batman was more than a friend to THE_SINGER and his bloodline, Batman was a brother. There was no thick and thin it just was the existance of a brotherhood that exceeded even the greatest of loyalties throughout Mafiareturns History. Batman there was no doubt a legend, a myth, a Hero.

If i may...I will be forever honored to be the friend of the bloodline known as AntiSmurf as i known him. You were one of the greatest men i will ever know with a heart of pure gold you walked these streets and treated everyone with a great deal of respect. I know batman better than most i like to think, so much so that while others call him Bruce i laughed and called him another name.

THE_SINGER tries not to mix talk out of suit.

The first time my bloodline had come across Batmans was a very long time ago. Godfathers ago! My fathers fathers so it goes was a young Crewleader who didnt know much and had just lost his dear LHM lefty. So lefty died and he needed a replacement. A young AntiSmurf, Father of Batman had approached SINGER and said, "I was a left hand man i would sure love to do it if youd like!" SINGER was thrilled to have an experienced man working with him. When War broke out, the night of the two mens deaths before they knew they were involved Smurf messaged SINGER, "ISNT THIS GREAT!?" Later they died.

Short while later Batman emerged and found SINGERS bloodline and asked him join my family join hey brother my family under the late Godfather RoRoG. My ancestors denied finding that he was always promised to give his son away to another family continually and thats why this bloodline has yet to leave these damn shores. Batman was so charismatic and everytime my fathers would say no or i cant he was always wishing them the best of luck.

Outside of suit i have never met a man who is always willing to talk, that any time of day if you need someone he is right there with you. Some say that so and so or this person was a tremendous loss to the community of Mafiareturns but the loss of any of Batmans or Smurfs bloodline will always and forever be a hit to the hearts of many, including mine. Everyone knows of some of the greatest alliances that have ever been in this thing of ours from the bloodlines of Premeir and Roman to the bloodlines of Snip and Adrian to Brusier and ChaosSpike, friendship bloodlines never die. Its an honor to be a friend of the bloodline of such a great person in Batman.

THE_SINGER looks towards the gathered.

If you have never had a chance to meet him, Batmans son, do it. Sometimes your family is cool but its your friends that make your bloodline stay. I love this guy hes my brother till the very end and if anything ever happens to him he knows ill drop this life in a minute to be there for him, as long as i have the money of course. Batman, Antismurf, Chris...I love you and i am extremely proud of what you have accomplished man! You will always be my brother and ill say it one more time, BROTHERS TO THE END!

THE_SINGER drops a photo of SINGER and AntiSmurf into the journal that spacecowboy was reading from. Giving Cowboy a hug he turned right back to New York to embark a new journey in the unending life of SINGER.

Alabama hands Singer a tissue

I think your man love oozed out a little there, buddy. Winks

Without as much gushing as Singer, I think I could echo the sentiment he expressed. I had the pleasure of working alongside Batman for the past number of weeks and over that time I grew very fond of both Batman himself and the persona behind the mask, AntiSmurf.

In fact, outside of my own City, I dare say his death was the one that hit me the hardest. I had high hopes for Batman and thought that he would go far in this life, my only hope now is that his son picks up that mantle and goes on to become the man I knew his father would be.

As Sammy listens to SpaceCowboy and smiles as she remembers all the good times her bloodline has shared with the famous Batman.

Your father is a great man and has achieved so much in his life time. My own bloodline started out right next to him back in the old city of New York, throwing beer at eachother in the family coffee house. Sammy giggles remembering those moments. My bloodline is very fond of him and looks up to him as a good leader. He always did the best for his family and looked out for every member he had. His death was also the one that hit me the hardest, I couldn'tbelieve it when I read it in the Obits that night. However each day is a new day and you will find your place back up at the top, having a family of your own in no time at all as you have the same heart as your father. I have the greatest respect for you and will you luck hun.

Grins as he listens to his old friend's son speak of his late father.

Well Cowboy it seems like you've inherited the best traits of your father and also one of the rather unhealthy ones as well but I digress. It was an honor working with The Big Bat while I had the chance especially since my father also worked with him before his unfortunate end. I only hope you'll be able to follow in your father's example and have as good a time as you can with your family while your still kickin.

Smiles at SpaceCowboy and hands him some cake.

Here's to Batman, a great leader and an exceptional friend who will be missed.

Kip had listened to what had been said and had to agree with sentiments.

Your father was indeed a great man. It is difficult to know what to say without repeating what has already been said. I have a lot of respect for him, and i can only hope you will follow his examples as you grow in this world.

Batman will be missed and may your serve his memory well.

Kip then disappears into the crowd.