dc_gothamite
02-09-2002, 08:59 PM
hi y'all... uh... this is really the first time i've ever done a fan fiction... so don't be too mad if this turns to be really bad... :o ... n/e wayz, this story is set in the timeline of "Justice League," and takes place at least 3 months after Sept. 11. The real focus is on Batman and his team. i made up this little story using elements from the shows, a little on a tidbit from ROTJ and a few movies... n/e wayz, enjoy... @ least I hope you'll enjoy it... lemme know wut improvements i need... thnx. if there r no replies, either I'm doin a good job... or ppl just don't care :D . BTW, this is part doesn't have much action... it's more focused on what's going on in Gotham right now, but it will build up as it progresses in the next few parts. At least in this part the pivotal crime is committed in a subtle way....
1
"Commissioner! Commissioner! It's all ready!"
"You sure, Montoya?"
"Absolutely. We've received word from Mr. Boyle at GothCorp."
"Good. Everything's on schedule."
Gotham City police Commissioner Jim Gordon was exhausted. He could do nothing but sit in his office, sipping coffee. Ever since the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, Gordon had been at work nearly 24/7. With the word "terrorist" shivering down everyone's spine, the Gotham City Police Department had to keep a watchful eye on criminal activities throughout town.
In addition to that, Arkham Asylum and its prisoners and workers had been completely moved to a new, higher security building, for obvious reasons. Now, Gordon and his team had to help ship a large number of explosives and weapons to Afghanistan to assist the US Army and its allies.
"Sweet mother of pearl, commish," said Det. Bullock, as he walked in. "I just got back from the GothCorp building. Man, I've never seen that kind of artillery before. Kinda wish we had that kind of fun. heh."
"It's not that fun, Bullock." answered Gordon. "We're at war, and those weapons can help us win the war on terrorism... though, fighting fire with fire isn't exactly my style. I mean they took away lives... and I value that...."
"Don't we all, Commish... Don't we all... Anyway, the shipment of the weapons will start at 10:15 p.m. tonight."
"We'll be there," assured Gordon. "we don't want any more trouble..."
"Y'know, Commish?" asked Bullock, "I wonder why Wayne Enterprises didn't agree to construct the weapons? he would've made a whole ton of money for helpin the country and stuff..."
"Who knows, Bullock," Gordon replied, "Bruce is one of my good friends. Maybe the shock of everything got to him... I don't know."
1
Meanwhile, a dark, shadowy figure known only as Batman was patroling the city. The vicious vigilante had also been busy these past few months. With the formation of the "Justice League," September 11, 2001, and his own private crusades, Batman had his hands full. He and many other heroes already received heat from people in New York.
"How could y'all let this happen?! WHY!!!"
The Justice League had defeated many other adversaries, but this one caught them off guard. It wasn't only them, though. Heroes like Spider-Man got some blame as well.
Batman also received heat from his hometown of Gotham City. His alter-ego, billionaire Bruce Wayne and his company, Wayne Enterprises declined to help build the weapons for the war. The "Gotham Globe" Newspaper dubbed Bruce Wayne a "selfish, richkid with no care." Many people dubbed him that. However, there were only a few people around the world who knew his real reasons of declining.
As the Dark Knight used his grapple hook to swing throughout the city, he noticed a familiar sight. A solemn place he had been to as a child. He visited it many times, but now he rarely did so...
"I owe it to them to pay them a visit...." Batman said to himself...
Crime Alley was dark just like any other night. Batman swung down for a landing. As he put away his grapple hook, Batman walked through the abandoned walkway. He took at least 15 paces until he stopped. It was dead silence. He stared at the ground for about 25 seconds, remembering the 25 seconds that occured nearly 25 years ago. The words "Thomas and MArtha Wayne, KILLED" came to his mind. This was where his beloved parents had been killed all those years ago. That night may have marked the end of a life, but it also marked the beginning of a legacy.
Silence had ruled thoughout the Batman's mind until a soft solemn voice broke through.
"I figured I'd find you here."
Batman turned to see a familiar face.
"Leslie! What brings you here?," the hero asked.
"Well, with me doing overnight work at the clinic, and you off doing miscellaneous acts, we haven't much time to talk. There hasn't been any word on the streets of the Joker robbing a bank, or the Riddler playing with toys, so I thought you'd relax here," answered Leslie.
"Impressive assumption Leslie," smirked Batman, as he turned and continued to stare at the ground of his parents' demise.
"You seem so sad, Bruce," implied Leslie. "At least sadder than usual. It's probably the terrorist attacks, isn't it."
"It's not just that, Leslie. For years, I have tried to beat back death. I've worked long and hard to achieve what I have. And all of a sudden, it blows up in my face. I could have prevented the whole thing... especially with the Justice League."
"It was sudden, Bruce. No one saw it coming."
The hero stood silent and still. but he finally spoke.
"Now there's war around the world. And then there's many people who want my head on a platter for not assisting in the formation of the weapons and explosives..."
"Ahh yes. Your refusal to help build the explosives and weapons for the US army," chuckled Leslie. "I'll admit, many people at the clinic wanted you dead. I mean, you had the money and technology.... but you didn't surprise me at all, Bruce. Despite all the insane things you do, you never cease to surprise me, Bruce. Despite all that's happened, you still manage to hold your personal, moral codes."
Batman nodded slowly. He couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and pride as he stared at his parents' deathbed. He was right. For many years, he had tried to beat back death. He succeeded many times before, but it wasn't until recently that he felt that he failed....
1
10:15 PM, Gotham Harbour....
"Are the weapons ready for shipment?" asked Commissioner Gordon,with frustration.
"Almost, Commish. The Navy ship have to make sure they're not seen overseas with this armageddon." answered Bullock.
"We just have to adjust our frequencies, and make sure the weapons are secure in the vessel." added Captain Smith, who was commanding the mission back to Afghanistan.
Ten minutes later.....
"It's all ready Commissioner. The crew can pack up now," said Smith.
"About time, Smith," answered Commissioner. "But still, good luck with everything... and thanks..."
"No. Thank you commissioner. At least now we'll be off your hands... and away from Batman... geez that guy freaks me out..."
Gordon chuckled. "He has the effect on people, but he's there when he's needed, and ----"
"What is it?" asked Smith, as he noticed Gordon stop.
Gordon, Smith, and Bullock turned around had found 10 marbles drop on the ground at least ten feet away from them.
"Aw, geez... what's up with this now?" demanded Bullock.
Gordon walked to one of the marbles for closer examination. However, he stopped dead in his tracks as the marbles immediately squirt out foot after foot of gas....
"What in God's name is going on!!!" screamed Gordon. He pulled out his gun and cocked it, but he soon dropped the weapon before dropping on the ground, himself.
"Commish!!" screamed Bullock. He ran toward the fallen Gordon before he blacked out and collapsed.
Captain Smith and his squad all dropped down, unconcious soon afterwards. As the gas cleared, the group of unconcious bodies could clearly be seen.
As Gordon, Bullock, Smith and crew lay on the ground, a group of masked soldiers walked out of an alleyway about twenty feet away from the docking area.
"It worked..." chuckled one.
"You bet... the GCPD and the US Navy can't do squat..." said another.
"Not even a sign of the Batman..."
"Shut up you idiots!" ordered the masked leader. "The sooner we finish, the sooner we get paid."
11:00 PM.
Jim Gordon moaned and groaned in pain.
"Oh... my head hurts... what I wouldn't give for one of Barbara's apple pies..."
Jim had regained conciousness. All he remembered was seeing black, and that's it. He looked around him, and saw Bullock and Smith and his crew. He checked them all for pulses... they were alive, just knocked out.
"Well, that's a load off my chest... but what happened?"
Gordon still couldn't see right. The gas had knocked him out pretty badly. The beated cop stood up and turned around....
"Oh my God...."
1
Batman arrived in the underground batcave after hours of patrol. The Dark Knight of Gotham had been tired... both emotionally and physically. The batcave wasn't just a workplace beneath his home... it was a refuge.
The Dark Knight walked slowly towards his chair in front of his massive personal computer near one of the caverns of the Batcave. He activated the computer, to see that nothing was wrong in the City of Gotham.
The hero pulled off his mask and lay on the keyboards, closed his eyes, and laid his head against his chair as he closed his eyes. The silence was peaceful in this cave of darkness until...
"Sir?"
"Yes Alfred..."
"I am relieved you are home sir, but we have a problem..."
"What, Alfred?"
"The weapons constructed by GothCorp was stolen 15 minutes ago..."
1
Well... that's the story so far... the whole terrorist attacks kinda runs as a central theme and idea for the story. Batman and Gotham are all tired.... especially with Batman since he has his personal demons to deal with... it's not explored MUCH here... but it will be in the next part, as Batman gets in on the case... hope this wuz kewl...
1
"Commissioner! Commissioner! It's all ready!"
"You sure, Montoya?"
"Absolutely. We've received word from Mr. Boyle at GothCorp."
"Good. Everything's on schedule."
Gotham City police Commissioner Jim Gordon was exhausted. He could do nothing but sit in his office, sipping coffee. Ever since the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, Gordon had been at work nearly 24/7. With the word "terrorist" shivering down everyone's spine, the Gotham City Police Department had to keep a watchful eye on criminal activities throughout town.
In addition to that, Arkham Asylum and its prisoners and workers had been completely moved to a new, higher security building, for obvious reasons. Now, Gordon and his team had to help ship a large number of explosives and weapons to Afghanistan to assist the US Army and its allies.
"Sweet mother of pearl, commish," said Det. Bullock, as he walked in. "I just got back from the GothCorp building. Man, I've never seen that kind of artillery before. Kinda wish we had that kind of fun. heh."
"It's not that fun, Bullock." answered Gordon. "We're at war, and those weapons can help us win the war on terrorism... though, fighting fire with fire isn't exactly my style. I mean they took away lives... and I value that...."
"Don't we all, Commish... Don't we all... Anyway, the shipment of the weapons will start at 10:15 p.m. tonight."
"We'll be there," assured Gordon. "we don't want any more trouble..."
"Y'know, Commish?" asked Bullock, "I wonder why Wayne Enterprises didn't agree to construct the weapons? he would've made a whole ton of money for helpin the country and stuff..."
"Who knows, Bullock," Gordon replied, "Bruce is one of my good friends. Maybe the shock of everything got to him... I don't know."
1
Meanwhile, a dark, shadowy figure known only as Batman was patroling the city. The vicious vigilante had also been busy these past few months. With the formation of the "Justice League," September 11, 2001, and his own private crusades, Batman had his hands full. He and many other heroes already received heat from people in New York.
"How could y'all let this happen?! WHY!!!"
The Justice League had defeated many other adversaries, but this one caught them off guard. It wasn't only them, though. Heroes like Spider-Man got some blame as well.
Batman also received heat from his hometown of Gotham City. His alter-ego, billionaire Bruce Wayne and his company, Wayne Enterprises declined to help build the weapons for the war. The "Gotham Globe" Newspaper dubbed Bruce Wayne a "selfish, richkid with no care." Many people dubbed him that. However, there were only a few people around the world who knew his real reasons of declining.
As the Dark Knight used his grapple hook to swing throughout the city, he noticed a familiar sight. A solemn place he had been to as a child. He visited it many times, but now he rarely did so...
"I owe it to them to pay them a visit...." Batman said to himself...
Crime Alley was dark just like any other night. Batman swung down for a landing. As he put away his grapple hook, Batman walked through the abandoned walkway. He took at least 15 paces until he stopped. It was dead silence. He stared at the ground for about 25 seconds, remembering the 25 seconds that occured nearly 25 years ago. The words "Thomas and MArtha Wayne, KILLED" came to his mind. This was where his beloved parents had been killed all those years ago. That night may have marked the end of a life, but it also marked the beginning of a legacy.
Silence had ruled thoughout the Batman's mind until a soft solemn voice broke through.
"I figured I'd find you here."
Batman turned to see a familiar face.
"Leslie! What brings you here?," the hero asked.
"Well, with me doing overnight work at the clinic, and you off doing miscellaneous acts, we haven't much time to talk. There hasn't been any word on the streets of the Joker robbing a bank, or the Riddler playing with toys, so I thought you'd relax here," answered Leslie.
"Impressive assumption Leslie," smirked Batman, as he turned and continued to stare at the ground of his parents' demise.
"You seem so sad, Bruce," implied Leslie. "At least sadder than usual. It's probably the terrorist attacks, isn't it."
"It's not just that, Leslie. For years, I have tried to beat back death. I've worked long and hard to achieve what I have. And all of a sudden, it blows up in my face. I could have prevented the whole thing... especially with the Justice League."
"It was sudden, Bruce. No one saw it coming."
The hero stood silent and still. but he finally spoke.
"Now there's war around the world. And then there's many people who want my head on a platter for not assisting in the formation of the weapons and explosives..."
"Ahh yes. Your refusal to help build the explosives and weapons for the US army," chuckled Leslie. "I'll admit, many people at the clinic wanted you dead. I mean, you had the money and technology.... but you didn't surprise me at all, Bruce. Despite all the insane things you do, you never cease to surprise me, Bruce. Despite all that's happened, you still manage to hold your personal, moral codes."
Batman nodded slowly. He couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and pride as he stared at his parents' deathbed. He was right. For many years, he had tried to beat back death. He succeeded many times before, but it wasn't until recently that he felt that he failed....
1
10:15 PM, Gotham Harbour....
"Are the weapons ready for shipment?" asked Commissioner Gordon,with frustration.
"Almost, Commish. The Navy ship have to make sure they're not seen overseas with this armageddon." answered Bullock.
"We just have to adjust our frequencies, and make sure the weapons are secure in the vessel." added Captain Smith, who was commanding the mission back to Afghanistan.
Ten minutes later.....
"It's all ready Commissioner. The crew can pack up now," said Smith.
"About time, Smith," answered Commissioner. "But still, good luck with everything... and thanks..."
"No. Thank you commissioner. At least now we'll be off your hands... and away from Batman... geez that guy freaks me out..."
Gordon chuckled. "He has the effect on people, but he's there when he's needed, and ----"
"What is it?" asked Smith, as he noticed Gordon stop.
Gordon, Smith, and Bullock turned around had found 10 marbles drop on the ground at least ten feet away from them.
"Aw, geez... what's up with this now?" demanded Bullock.
Gordon walked to one of the marbles for closer examination. However, he stopped dead in his tracks as the marbles immediately squirt out foot after foot of gas....
"What in God's name is going on!!!" screamed Gordon. He pulled out his gun and cocked it, but he soon dropped the weapon before dropping on the ground, himself.
"Commish!!" screamed Bullock. He ran toward the fallen Gordon before he blacked out and collapsed.
Captain Smith and his squad all dropped down, unconcious soon afterwards. As the gas cleared, the group of unconcious bodies could clearly be seen.
As Gordon, Bullock, Smith and crew lay on the ground, a group of masked soldiers walked out of an alleyway about twenty feet away from the docking area.
"It worked..." chuckled one.
"You bet... the GCPD and the US Navy can't do squat..." said another.
"Not even a sign of the Batman..."
"Shut up you idiots!" ordered the masked leader. "The sooner we finish, the sooner we get paid."
11:00 PM.
Jim Gordon moaned and groaned in pain.
"Oh... my head hurts... what I wouldn't give for one of Barbara's apple pies..."
Jim had regained conciousness. All he remembered was seeing black, and that's it. He looked around him, and saw Bullock and Smith and his crew. He checked them all for pulses... they were alive, just knocked out.
"Well, that's a load off my chest... but what happened?"
Gordon still couldn't see right. The gas had knocked him out pretty badly. The beated cop stood up and turned around....
"Oh my God...."
1
Batman arrived in the underground batcave after hours of patrol. The Dark Knight of Gotham had been tired... both emotionally and physically. The batcave wasn't just a workplace beneath his home... it was a refuge.
The Dark Knight walked slowly towards his chair in front of his massive personal computer near one of the caverns of the Batcave. He activated the computer, to see that nothing was wrong in the City of Gotham.
The hero pulled off his mask and lay on the keyboards, closed his eyes, and laid his head against his chair as he closed his eyes. The silence was peaceful in this cave of darkness until...
"Sir?"
"Yes Alfred..."
"I am relieved you are home sir, but we have a problem..."
"What, Alfred?"
"The weapons constructed by GothCorp was stolen 15 minutes ago..."
1
Well... that's the story so far... the whole terrorist attacks kinda runs as a central theme and idea for the story. Batman and Gotham are all tired.... especially with Batman since he has his personal demons to deal with... it's not explored MUCH here... but it will be in the next part, as Batman gets in on the case... hope this wuz kewl...