Canon in D: Part Eleven (PG-13)
Thought I'd come back to you guys with a couple cliffhangers in this installment. And considering the infrequency of my posts, I know its bound to make you guys twitch for a little bit. Right where I want you. Heh, right where I want you.
The huge steel gates mechanically whirred and then opened. Jack Napier had a suitcase in either hand. He stepped forward through to the parking lot. Usually, the guards would pat the recently freed on the back and wish them good, luck, but right now, the guards seemed to want to keep their distance.
He stepped into the blinking sunlight of freedom.
Bruce Wayne sat up in his bed, unable to sleep. When he had come home after the trial, he found a note from Dick that had been left on the screen of the computer in the cave.
No more. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t seem to figure you out no matter how hard I repetitively try. One moment you have no love for a sociopathic psychopathic murderer. The next moment, you’re trying to get him to walk amongst the innocent.
I’ve taken what I need. I figured one day, sooner or later, this would happen. I had some friends, and I had some connections. If Barbara or Tim need anything, they can come look for me in Bludhaven. Tell them that. As for you, call Superman, because I could care less. Leave me alone, Bruce. I don’t want to be sought out by you. I am not some child who needs coddling. I am no longer under your wing, old man. And, so help me God, if I find out that you took any aggression out on Tim or Barb, I will come back and snap your ******* neck.
I can no longer understand you at all. For that reason, you present as much threat to me as any villain I’ve ever encountered.
I hope you realize what you’ve done to us. And, in the end, no one will be your alias anymore. You’ll have to hire some kid to hang around your house and play Batman with you. No one else would bother to come close.
Bruce didn’t get any sleep at all that night.
Jack was set up by his parole officer in an apartment in some half-way house called ‘The Brewer.’
There were people in the city who actually supported him. Inside his apartment were fruit baskets, balloons, and other assorted bric-a-brac. ‘Takes all kinds,’ He thought to himself.
He set his suitcases on the bed and opened them. He looked through all the new clothes that were given and donated to him. He could tell from the moth-ball smell that most them had come from the garage sales, and the nickel bins down at the Goodwill, but beggars can’t be choosers. It was good start.
He almost expected to see it in there. He was near compulsive about it. He took everything out of the suitcases and then put them back in, and then did it all over again. For nearly twenty years, it had been in every suitcase he had ever used, but it wasn’t there. He breathed an audible sigh of relief. No purple tuxedo anywhere to be seen.
Jim Gordon thought to himself.
This town wasn’t what it used to be. It wasn’t cop’s town anymore. The Joker walked the streets. Batman put him there. Batman. Lord, God, Sonny Jesus.
Now, at this point it would be normal to think that Jim was contemplating stepping down as the police commissioner. That was not true at all.
Gordon made the decision to quit his post at about 3:00 that afternoon. Now, he was contemplating if signing the recommendation on his desk in front of him was the right thing to do.
The possible replacement had everything it needed to be a good and effective police force commissioner. Young, stern, a no-nonsense attitude. They had just reached the age of eligibility two months prior.
He signed it. In doing so, he condemned the only person he loved left to the turbulent life he had tred to that point.
Jack looked through all of the gifts given to him by supporters. He found a book entitled ‘The Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy’.
He sat down to read it. He had never sat down to read a book before. At least, not in recent memory. He found it quite enjoyable. A good book.
Then he heard a voice. It was familiar, yet somehow strangely foreign. He was in shock as spoke to him, or, rather, through him.
“I’m still here, you know.”
I forgot to mention, that installment of the story is dedicated to menor of the writer, Douglas Adams, who passed away recently. Thanks Doug, and, if you can read this, So long and thanks for all the fish.
The galaxy won't be the same for us Hitchhiker's anymore. God bless.
man, you just had to do it, didn't you? i picked up the cliffhanger that you were talking about the second time i read this story. Do you think that Jim really knew what he was doing when he signed that slip of paper? of course, it does coincide with the BB continuity. oh, and that line about Bruce having to hire someone to play Batman with him was excellent. I thought that was great.
Sorry it took so long to give a response for this. Keep up the good work!
Well, we always knew Joker was still there somewhere, right? I liked how you mentioned Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It happens to be one of my best friend's favorite books. Good show, man.
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