Batman
This is just a fanfiction idea made about what occurs after Batman Begins.
Gotham City. Bruce Wayne's hometown. Batman's territory. As Ra's Al Ghul believed, a city that had become nothing more than a breeding ground for suffering and injustice. But Bruce Wayne and Batman disagreed.
Bruce had lost his mother and father when he was young. Joe Chill had shot them in cold blood just to get some cash. It was then that Bruce learned about pain and sorrow. But he changed that. Now his alter ego Batman avenged all innocents by punishing the guilty and the corrupt.
And tonight was no exception. High on the rooftops, Batman kneeled not far from a warehouse. Newly appointed Commissioner Gordon, one of Batman's only true allies, had told him of a warehouse where Carmine Falcone's men supposedly had weapons. Even though Batman had managed to capture Falcone months ago, some of his less faithful cronies decided to start their own smuggling business. Batman understood criminals. Ducard-the true Ra's Al Ghul-had told him. A criminal is not complicated. That was the confusing, and terrifying, part of the story. It was one thing for a simple crony to decide to continue his boss's business. It was another for him to be able to do it so well over the course of just a few months. Which told Batman they had someone smart as their leader.
Now it was just a matter of finding out who. He took out his binoculars, which Bruce Wayne had gotten, courtesy of Lucius Fox, who worked in the Applied Sciences division of Wayne Enterprises. After Ra's Al Ghul was defeated, Bruce decided to take over where his father left off. He set Lucius up as a member of the board again, but had allowed Earle to remain part of the group. Earle refused, although he had the decency to be polite about it. Bruce had also formally apologized for his behavior that fateful night that Ra's Al Ghul had come to his house. He told them the memories of the house he lived in had brought up some pent up anger. Most of the people who had been in his house that night believed him. Some did not. But Bruce didn't care.
Batman surveyed the surrounding buildings. Not much cover, but not too many obstacles. Just a few armed guards. He pulled out his grapple gun and fired towards the next building. His cape fluttered behind him as he landed softly on the ground. He watched as the three conversed over a lamppost. He couldn't hear them, but that didn't matter. He put the grapple gun away and took a bat-shuriken out. He whipped his arm out and threw it towards the light. As expected, the three panicked. They split up and cautiously headed away from the building, looking for anything that might be a threat.
Batman switched on the high frequency signal and waited. And he didn't wait long. Soon a faint screeching could be heard, and the moment the guards heard it, their guns were raised. Batman smiled tightly. They were right where he wanted them.
"Hey!" One yelled.
Too late. The bats made their entrance, blanketing the three with wings and noise. And he moved. He jumped down, activating his memory cloth and gliding towards them. The moment he was on the ground, he attacked. Once again, Ducard's teachings repeated themselves in his mind.
Men fear most what they cannot see.
His foot lashed out and struck the first one's knee. He screamed and tried to find his opponent amidst the flying creatures surrounding him. His eyes widened right before the gloved fist struck him in the face.
Not waiting to see if he got up again, Batman continued his attack, slamming his elbow into the next one's stomach, followed by an uppercut to his jaw. He rounded on the last one. He wouldn't hurt him-yet. He quickly grabbed him while changing the frequency of the signal. Now the bats circled them as Batman picked him up.
"Who's supplying your guns?!" He asked, glaring at the man.
His response was a whimper. Batman kneed him in the groin and tried again.
"It's not wise to keep me waiting," he said.
"I don't know who! I swear! We get our orders by phone! We don't get a name!" The guy said, clutching his groin in pain.
"Then how does he keep you in line?"
"He-he sends guys! That's all! But they're vicious, man! We don't do what he wants, they kill us!"
"Is it Crane? Answer me! Scarecrow! Is it him?!" Batman yelled.
"I don't know! Maybe! Like I said, I don't know the dude's name!"
Batman knew he wouldn't get any more out of him. He slammed his head into the man's, knocking him out. Then he tied them up and took out a bat-bomb. Another innovation of Fox's, using Ducard's teachings of ninjutsu. He threw it at the nearest crate, causing it to explode. Now the police would know. He rappelled himself down and ran to the end of the yard. There it waited for him. His custom Tumbler-the Batmobile. Of course, the only reason it was custom was because it was black. It opened up and he climbed in.
He activated stealth mode and drove away before the cops came.