Hey guys, this is my first FanFic made, and I decided to crossover Batman and Kung Fu Panda together. Please leave your thoughts on this, and also do point out if I have made any grammatical errors. Love y'all, and peace out
Chapter 1: Gotham City
The streets of Gotham were rather silent at night, the cold air bringing sharp chills to the spine of those who dared wander about at night. Only the sounds of sirens of patrol cars broke the eerie silence. The unusual thing was that not a single crime was neither committed nor reported on that night, just like the pass five nights.
This quietness however, didn't seem to bring any form of pleasure nor relaxation to the dark silhouette that stood atop the roof of Wayne Tower. Looking through the two tiny holes that form the eyeholes on the mask, Batman watched the streets below as he scanned for any signs that could lead to trouble. But nothing happened.
Everything was normal until the Joker escaped Arkham Asylum. News of his escape spread like wildfire, and both Gotham City Police Department and the Caped Crusader were on red alert in case the Joker made his move. However, not only the Crown Prince of Crime was nowhere to be found, the crime rate took a drastic plunge in numbers, almost hitting nil. After just forty-eight hours of searching, GCPD reckoned that the Joker had seemingly 'vanished' along with the crimes.
Everyone in Gotham saw this as a good omen, and thought that Gotham was finally able to enjoy a time of peace after the city was rife with crime waves that planted fear into the hearts of many for the last few decades. Everyone in Gotham – except for one person – Batman. For him, this 'peace' was nothing but calm before the storm. The fact that even the Riddler and Penguin had silent off for the last few days didn't help, either. Whatever that is about to happen, it's going to be big, and Batman had to find out what it is before anything bad happens to the city he swore to protect.
Just then, a white van appeared down the streets and made a hard turn, grabbing the attention of Batman. Well, no harm finding out what it is, he told himself as he fired his Batline towards the nearest building and swung towards it.
Batman followed the van pass a few blocks downtown before it made a turn left. It didn't stop for a few blocks more, making its way onto the bridge that connected downtown Gotham to Sandy Hooks. Eventually Batman summoned his Batmobile to catch up. He kept a distance from them, but never lost sight of the vehicle. Even as he followed, Batman felt a knot forming in his gut. The last time he came here, Bane had gathered all the criminals he could and made plans to take over Gotham.
The van finally came to a halt outside a small warehouse near Hooks Harbor that faced the Atlantic Ocean. The warehouse was rundown and abandoned, or seemed to be. A few more vans were parked outside the warehouse. And the reading on the heat signature told Batman that there are a lot of people in the warehouse.
Batman heard his dashboard ring, and answered the call that was made by his butler. The hologram of Alfred Pennyworth appeared at the top left corner of the windshield.
"What is it, Alfred?" Batman finally spoke.
"Nothing much, Master Bruce. I am just calling to check in on you. You haven't returned to the Wayne Manor and it is half past midnight now," was Alfred's reply. Though his personal butler, Alfred has been a fatherly figure to Bruce Wayne, even before the days he donned the cowl and cape that made him known as the world's greatest crime fighter.
Even as he listened to Alfred speak, Batman never left his eyes off both the van and the warehouse, scanning for any signs of hostility and movement. Eventually the doors of the van opened, and ten figures in hoods got off the vehicle and made their way into the building.
Batman didn't wait long to make his move. He ended the call with Alfred and got off the Batmobile. Aiming his Batline towards the side windows of the warehouse, he zipped his way towards the open window before slipping through it to enter the building.
From the outside, the warehouse seemed like those ordinary run-down, abandoned buildings since Bane's temporary takeover of Gotham. But on the inside, things were different. The lights were off to make the building seem abandoned and not suspicious to the curious. The only light source was the lights shone in by the lamp post across the streets. However, it didn't do much to brighten the warehouse.
Batman made his way through crates stacked at the top level of the warehouse, careful not to make a sound that may grab attention. After finding a good vantage point, he camped himself there and surveyed the ground floor.
The dim light didn't dampened Batman's observation skills. The floor was crowded with around two hundred people in hoods. Each of them wore a white mask of a smiling clown. A large letter "J" was imprinted on the right sleeve of each hooded man's grey jacket. It didn't take even a second for Batman to recognize these people, or the person associated with them, and Batman didn't like any of them.
Joker Clan, and I was wondering where they'd went.
Alongside the walls of the warehouse were neatly arranged rectangular crates. But these weren't ordinary crates. Batman realized they were weapon crates, or so they seem to be.
In the center of the warehouse was a roughly shaped stage. And on stood a large object covered in cloth. It could be a bomb, and this won't be the first time Joker made a bomb the size of a truck. But whatever that thing was, the Joker had been hiding it for some time now.
Just then, the lights above the stage lit up and the hooded crowd cheered as a figure in green hair, purple suit and pants, black shoes and white face walked towards the stage. The Joker raised his hands, turning a few times to address his cheering clan members before going up the stage.
What came next was something Batman had never expected. A short man in black tuxedo and top hat, along with a rather tall fellow in green suit and hat made their way towards the stage. The sight of both the Penguin and the Riddler with the Joker put Batman at edge. "This is way bigger than I had thought," Batman said to himself in a low voice that only he could hear.
The cheering soon died of when the Joker raised his fist in gesture he wishes to speak. "Gentlemen," he addressed the crowd, "welcome. I must say I do miss you all after some time in Arkham, and I do respect your loyalty when you decided to come here to gather around." Followed by that, the crowd cheered louder.
"Now, now," the Joker calmed the crowd, "let me introduce to you my two new 'compatriots', Mr. Cobblepot and the Riddler," he continued as he spread his hands to show both the Penguin and the Riddler that stood by his sides.
The Penguin just gave a nod. The Riddler, on the other, spoke. "Here's a riddle for you to solve: What does the pirate say when he turns 80?" He looked around for answers, but all he saw were masked men looking at each other for answers. "So sad of you people, the answer is 'Aye Matey'," he said as he let a weak laugh while spinning his special walking stick. The crowd froze at the man in green's sense of humor.
The Joker cleared his throat to regain everyone's attention once more. Clearly they were staring at the Riddler's green suit that was imprinted with many question marks all over the tux and pants. "Well, back to business, I believe it's time I show you the real deal" Joker spoke and walked towards the covered object and pulled the cloth to reveal the 'real deal'.
The 'object' was a large silver sphere resembling a space pod. While the crowd gave waves of 'Ooh' and 'Ah', Batman knew exactly what it was.
"The Waverider," Joker spoke at last. "Courtesy of Mr. Cobblepot, who 'borrowed it' from Captain Hunter." The crowd cheered on, this time the name 'Penguin' could be heard clearly among the hooded men.
"Imagine, if you can travel through time, even multiple universes," Joker continued his speech, "You can commit any crime at any time and escape on the WaveRider. You can go to the past and steal any precious jewels you wish to possess. Or kill any man that made you a fool. Sounds beautiful, isn't it – Batman?"
With that, the Joker turned his gaze to the top corner of the warehouse where Batman was hiding, and soon the entire crowd did the same.