Author's Notes: No sex here in the prologue, this is just a little set up piece, introducing you to a couple of the players: most notably Batman and Barbara Gordon, with a glimpse of 'Jack' too. This is quite a long game I'm playing here but I'm hoping it's going to add up to something really epic. This a story driven almost entirely by sex scenes starting from the next chapter, so this is your last warning if that's not your thing, but there is a story that's going to build up slowly but hopefully have exploded into something really special by the end. One final note, some of the planning and plotting for this one has been done with DarkNight18, and some of the future chapters will be cowrotten with her (I will specify when.)
I hope you enjoy the ride.
"Stop pointing that gun at my family!" Desperation filled James Gordon's voice. The broken soul-less eyes of Harvey Dent stared back at him. No. Not Dent. Not anymore. Two-Face.
The barrel of the gun clicked. Barbara felt the cold metal press into the side of her head. "I gave this city everything," she heard Dent's voice echo throughout the warehouse. Sirens sounded from outside. Maybe the police were here to help. That was a desperate thought. No police in Gotham helped. Nobody except her father. "Not everything Harvey," a voice sounded in the darkness. For a moment Barbara thought it was her father. But the voice was deeper, grittier. "Not yet." The Batman steppedforwards into the light.
"Captain Gordon," the dark knight's voice sent shivers down Barbara's spine, "take your wife and run." Gordon scrambled to his feet, long brown trench coat shooting out behind him like a cape as he turned to the vigilante. "I'm not leaving my daughter," he growled. Barbara had never heard her father sound like that. "Your daughter will be fine. I'll make sure of it." And Barbara believed him.
"Liar!" Dent's voice shrieked across the room. "You don't decide who lives, Bats. Only the coin decides." Two-Face's arm around Barbara's neck slacked slightly as he held up his infamous coin with that hand. Clean and perfect on one side. Scarred on the other. Then Barbara screamed.
The small black projectile had been flung through the air at near superhuman speed. The Batarang. It struck the coin from Havey's hand and took it flying off into the darkness. "No!" She heard Two-Face scream. He threw Barbara to the floor and scrambled after the coin. Batman leapt over Barbara's head and into the darkness after the villain. By the time Barbara had turned her head to look, Two-Face was on his back, Batman standing triumphant over him. It was over.
Laughter. Dent was actually laughing. "You think this is over?" He shouted, and Barbara watched in horror as Two-Face ripped open his shirt to reveal a bomb already counting down. 22 seconds. She heard her father shouting, saw him pulling her mother with him towards the door. She didn't hear what she said. Then she felt an arm around her waist. "Hold tight Miss Gordon," that dark voice whispered in her ear.
Running. She felt herself being pulled into a run. The explosion sounded behind her. Her parents were out already, they were safe. Nothing else mattered. Nothing except holding onto her dark saviour. Glass shattered. Air whipped Barbara in the face, making an even greater mess of her red hair. Batman was leaping through the window, and taking her with him. The force of the explosion sent them both flying through the air.
"Oof." As they crashed into the ground, the Batman actually sounded... Human. It took Barbara Gordon a second to register she was still alive, and a further second to realise she was actually lying on top of Batman. The Batman. Her body pressed right against his. A 20 year old college student home for the holidays and the Dark Knight detective. "Barbara..." He whispered and her heart started to pound even more. Then she realised what he meant and rolled off so he could get up.
Her mother and father were with them in seconds. Her mother wrapping her baby girl in her arms and thanking god. Her father, calm as ever once more, took a step back with the hero vigilante. "Dent?" She heard him ask. "Gone. The way he chose to go." Gordon nodded, satisfied with the response.
"Thank you." Batman didn't bother to respond to that. "Two-Face's reign of terror is finally over," Gordon said with a smile. Batman didn't smile back. "Oh come on," Gordon said, noticing the Batman's signature smile, "it's not like there's ever going to be another one as bad as Harvey got..."
Batman turned and in a blink he was gone. "Wait!" Barbara called, breaking out of her mother's grip but it was too late, he was gone. "I never got to say thank you..."
"Hehehe..." Laughter can be innocent. It can be pleasant. It can be a sign of childish joy. But it isn't always. Jack looked down at the newspaper announcing Two-Face's demise. "They think he was the worst Gotham had to offer? His laughter echoed down the street, waking a baby as it did. "You ain't seen nothing yet..."
Next: Batman and Vicki Vale