21:43 Gotham City
April 19, 2005
Batman's thoughts
Night in Gotham city was long and dangerous, it was too dangerous for the likes of two young boys to be out in. The uneven footfalls from the running boys echoed off the alley walls. They were running fast what from I didn't know, but the footfalls were fast and hard. They were scared and lost and alone. (
I knew that feeling, it followed me every time I entered the Wayne manor. That empty hollow feeling never leaves. It always feels like something is missing, something that is vital for your survival.
I was pulled from my brooding thoughts as an insane laugh sounded from right behind the boys getting closer and closer. There was only one person I knew who made that sound. Joker.
I waited until the boys had passed my hiding spot, then struck, landing a painful blow to the Joker's face knocking him back far enough for the light from the streetlamp to land on him and show the bloody and broken nose I had just given him. Blood gushed from his nose as he quickly covered it with his hand, the stainless white glove soaking up the blood from his nose but somehow managing to be spotless.
" Awww Battsey! I'm hurt! What could cause you to hit poor innocent me?" His overly happy voice grated on my nerves. That voice. When I was younger that voice haunted my nightmares and gave me the reason to keep fighting against the scum of the streets. Thieves and criminals crawled in the dark corners of Gotham waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. There was no one who would fight back, even the police were in on the schemes they planned. The only police officer I've met that gave me any hope for the city was Jim Gordon, he was a person I could have looked up to when I was younger. He was strong, loyal, and he had a smart head on his shoulders.
"Are you done staring off into space, or are you going to give that same warning all over again?" Joker's voice interrupted my thoughts that nagging voice teasing me on my thoughts. "'I'm not going to stand here and watch you hurt those boys Joker. They're under my protection.' I've heard this speech so many times and you never follow up on that warning so I thought to myself 'self Let's go hunting for minions.' So that's what I did and now I'm here."
I let myself get distracted by the sword that flew over my shoulder just clipping the edge of my mask as I turned to look at the attacker. Standing at the other end of the alley were the two boys I helped, both wore the colors of their costumes with the pride that comes from saving people and helping those in need.
The sigils on their shoulders completed the other's letting the world that they were a team, the flaming circle one's shoulder let the star on the other's fit in it perfectly. There were only two people I knew who had symbols like that. Winchesters. Sam and Dean, the only people I know who have never let people choose for them. They made their own choices, they chose family.
They saved me that night, wielding their weapons with skill that only comes from years of experience. Dean's sword always seemed to return to his hand after each throw to one of the Joker's goons. Sam's gun flashing every time he fired a shot off, his aim never missing. Both were in top shape and they fought with me against the huge number of the Joker's goons.
We won and captured the Joker putting him in a special container that let us in, but left him inside even if he managed to escape. We sat around talking and catching up before the boys left to other parts of the country to save people there.