It was winter in Gotham, the coldest in the cities history. Most people would be home now, wrapped in blankets beside fires. Most people’s biggest concern at the moment would be how long to warm their hot drinks. He is not most people, and He had business to take care of.
“You’re crazy man!”
The dark figure picked him up by his throat and slammed him into the brick wall. His name was Alex Johnson a drug dealer working for Marroni but as far as He was concerned just another piece of trash littering the streets of Gotham.
“Where is he?”
He could see it in his eyes, fear; it’s why He put on the mantle of the bat, to strike terror in the hearts of those who would do evil.
“Alright, he’s gonna be at the Gotham Plaza Casino tonight at twelve, now get the hell away from me! ”
After the Batman was done with the lackey he struck him once with enough force to incapacitate him for hours. He was on the trail of Marroni Roman head of the mafia crime family known as “The Roman Empire.” He was close, so close he could almost feel Marroni’s throat around his iron clad grip. He would do anything now to find him, make him beg for his life, and then kill him. He had made a promise to his parents to rid this city of the evil that took their lives. He would do it with justice, he would work with the law not against it, but lately that kind of justice wasn’t good enough, so he had to deliver his own kind of justice.
Alfred, the last person Bruce Wayne could call family was shot six times when he got caught in the crossfire between a couple of Marroni’s men and a rival family as he was passing by the Gotham Plaza Casino. As usual they were able to bribe their way out within an hour and nothing solid could be pinned on them. It was fitting that the place where Alfred was killed would be the place where his murderer would be killed. The Batman went back to the cave to resupply.
The dark, cold, atmosphere strangely gave him comfort. He stared down at the canyon in the cave that no human eye could see the bottom of. He looked into the abyss and it looked back, His soul felt as empty and dark as the chasm. The Batman refilled his utility belt and replaced his Kevlar lined suit. The Casino was in a densely populated part of downtown so, if he wanted to maintain his stealth, he could only take the Batmobile part way there, after that he would have to use the rooftops. Eleven o’clock, almost time. He leaped into the Batmobile, started the engines, and hit the after burners.
The Batman stopped a few blocks from the casino. Using a fire escape he climbed to the top of a nearby building. From his utility belt he removed his grappler and fired it at a building that was a few places down, hooking one of the many stone gargoyles that stood watch over the city. He then leaped off the side of the building and flew through the air, his now fully unfurled cape giving him the silhouette of a gigantic bat gliding around Gotham city.
As he circled around the building that he had hooked the other buildings beneath him became a blur and he focused on the one he would be landing on. This building was close to the one he had hooked and slightly lower. As he approached, he detached his grappling hook and retracted it. He let his momentum carry him and seconds before landing he grabbed the steel bars that lined the top of the inside if his cape. These two bars on either side of his cape attached to steel “fingers” that ran down to the bottom of the cape, much like the skeletal structure of an actual bat. This caused the cape to act as a parachute that allowed him to glide down for a silent landing. He did this two more times before reaching the casino’s rooftop. As he expected a few of Marroni’s men were out in front of the casino. He spotted an isolated guard who had just stepped around a corner and into an alley. He swooped down to him.
One of Marroni’s men was struck before he could warn anyone then thrown into a dumpster unconscious. His trench coat would conceal the Batman.
The casino floor was a massive hall with hundreds of people gambling on roulette wheels, black jack, slot machines, craps, and poker. Waitresses walked around serving free drinks to the gamblers who were to busy throwing away money to drink. A row of massive crystal chandeliers lit the casino. The noise of falling coins, laughter, and casual conversation filled the air. Everyone was so preoccupied that the people who did never even noticed that they had just walked by a person who they all had heard of but none of them thought was real.
Most of Marroni’s men in the casino were either gambling or drinking, they obviously thought that nothing big was going to happen tonight. They were wrong.
The Batman eventually spotted him through the crowd, Marroni, the scum who caused Alfred to be killed. He causally walked past all Marroni’s bodyguards without having being stopped once. He was just about to get his hands on Marroni when suddenly a blinding light filled his vision and a powerful force knocked him onto his back. Smoke filled the air, an explosion, but from where, then he saw where the explosion came from. It was HIM.
It was the JOKER.
“Joker,” yelled the Batman.
“Bats, I’m glad you’re here, I was just about to murder some innocent Gothamites to get your attention, HAHAHA, but it looks like you’re already here.”
“Sorry to disappoint you,”
“Don’t be I can still have some fun”
The deafening rattle of machine gunfire, and two people were riddled with bullets. More gunfire, another two lying in a pool of blood, another four to be added to the list of hundreds of lives he has taken, the last he would ever be able take.
The Batman jumped into the air, his fists making contact on the madman’s face sending him reeling back dropping his weapon. Two of Joker’s men attacked from behind. The Batman turned around and rolled to the right to dodge them, then swung his left leg and connected with one of the guys in the stomach, and then came around with his right fist and punched him in the face knocking him out. The other one to the right tried to kick Batman but he blocked with his right arm and elbowed the man in the gut with his left elbow then struck him in the chin, finally the Batman knocked down the man with a punch in the face that sent blood spraying from his nose. He then rose up to take on the Joker, but the Joker had disappeared.
“Did you miss me bats HAHAHA?”
As he turned around, the Joker slammed a roulette wheel into the side of his face. Everything became blurry, but the Batman wouldn’t let that stop him, he had to kill Marroni and he knew the only way to do it was to get the Joker out of the way. He gathered all his will power, pulled back his fist and punched the Joker with all his strength. The Joker flew back ten feet and slammed through a craps table and hit the floor sending chips and dice through the air. The Batman leaped on top of him striking his face over and over until blood and teeth went flying.
“All right Bats you win, I give up, take me in,” said the Joker barely managing to speak through his now bloody and nearly toothless mouth.
“Who said anything about taking you in, Joker?”
“I’m so scared,” he chuckled then coughed.
The faces of all the innocent people the Joker had killed flash before the eyes of the Batman; he remembered feeling the same helplessness he felt that night. The night when the world stopped making sense, the night when all he had cared about was taken from him. He remembered the look in his parents’ eyes just before they were shot. He remembered his parents, and the promise he made, and the rest was easy.
The Batman squeezed the Joker’s throat, he tried to fight back, he kicked, punched, and spat in the face of his strangler, but it was of no use. Suddenly, a dozen police officers burst through the doors into the casino expecting to have a firefight. Instead, what they found was an empty casino with a bloodied Joker laughing hysterically on the floor.
Last edited by Hegemon875 on Oct 8th, 2003 at 10:28 PM