Gotham Knight
Book 1: The Legend Begins
Prologue
Author's Note: Hi readers and welcome to Gotham Knight! This is a "TV show" like Fanfiction so it'll be broken down in arcs. From what I can say so far I have great plans for the future of this story and beyond! Enjoy and please review!
It was a dark and stormy night in Gotham City. Then again, when was it not that way? There was always a dark cloud. A shadow blocking the light. A bat in the belfry. Something was different about tonight though. There was a change in the atmosphere. There was less fear for normal citizens. Worrying about being mugged on the streets in the dark wasn't as much as a concern. It was like there was a guardian watching over Gotham. Her Dark Knight.
Two men in masks rushed out a bank quickly. One with a duffle bag, the other with a AK-47 in hand. The bank exploded and the two robbers rushed down a nearby alleyway. They both climbed on a ladder leading to a rooftop and they began to hop building to building. Sirens echoed throughout Gotham and a sent a chill down some spines. The police actually cared about their job and won't sell out to the occasional crime boss like Rupert Thorne.
Far across Gotham an sleek and smooth engine rumbled. The car hummed to life and a dark figure stepped inside it. Within seconds the car sped off through the woods and into the streets of Gotham. The car swerved in and out of traffic and civilians looked on in awe.
Lieutenant James Gordon and Detective Harvey Bullock chased the two robbers via car and suddenly a fast, black car passed by them and raced away into the shadows.
The robbers ran up the stairs to large building and they rested once they reached the top.
"The hell are we gonna do? There's no getting out of this crap!" One robber blurted out in panicked manner.
"Shut up and calm down damn it! We're going to make it out of this al-"
A dark figure landed on the rooftop and it glared at the both of them. One robber through the duffle bag to the side and took a pistol out it's holster. The other loaded up his AK-47 and aimed it at the figure in front of them. They both fired but they kept on missing as the figure was moving in and out of the shadows. Two bat shaped objects flew at them and hit their wrists, causing them to drop their guns. Suddenly the figure out the shadows and his body contorted into the shape of some type of bat. He quickly took out one the robbers and brought him into the shadows, his scream of fear interrupting the unsettling silence.
The remaining robber took out a knife and looked around. He was sweating like a sinner in church and he feared the dark angel had come for more than to hear his confession. "Why are you chasing me?!"
A shadow crept behind the robber and he quickly snapped around to confront it. "You committed a crime and killed innocents. Why? Who are you working for?"
"I-I can't say. He'll kill me!" The robber began to sob quietly and bitter but salty taste of tears ran into his mouth. He wiped his nose with his sleeve quickly and continued to survey the area.
"What your boss will do is nothing compared to what will happen to you if you don't begin talking."
"He's Rupert Thorne! H-he told us to "rob" a bank owned by Sal Maroni and blow it up I swear that's all I know our conversations are on a burner phone." The robber took out the phone and threw it into the shadows. "W-what are you?" The robber asked in a voice between whispering and whimpering. The figure stepped out the shadows and the robber fainted out of fear.
"I'm Batman."
"And so, the Demons cried out in fear and the Angels sang their foreboding song, for verily, God had given his vengeance a human form."
GCPD Headquarters
Lieutenant Gordon stared at the criminals in lockup who recently had a confrontation with the vigilante known as "Batman". They were scared half to death. Gordon turned to his partner, Detective Bullock who was getting a kick out of the frightened criminals. "You think this is funny Bullock?"
"As a matter of fact, I do think it's funny Jim. I dunno who this Batman is but whoever or whatever it is it's sure as hell making these guys scared." Bullock drank coffee from his "World's Greatest Detective" mug and set it down on his desk. He then reached in the duffle bag that was used in the robbery and set the items down on the desk too. It was a Bat shaped boomarang. "But that don't mean he ain't dangerous."
Jimmy's Family Restaurant
All the crime bosses and gangsters of Gotham City, like The Chechen, Tobias Whale, Matches Malone, Carmine Falcone and others sat a round table, all eyeing each other and glaring intently. The man of the hour, Rupert Thorne entered the room and all the men jeered at him and scoffed. He picked up a champagne glass and tapped it twice.
"Gentlemen, thank you for attending. I know due to... certain circumstances not all of us could attend..." He glanced over at Sal Maroni's empty seat quickly. "... or wanted to. But we now have a common enemy. The Batman. And lucky for us I have a plan."
"And what is that, Thorne? just try to get him on your payroll like we did all the cops?" snarked Roman Sionis.
Rupert took a deep breath and continued. "No...we put a hit on the Bat for one million. And once he's dead you all stay the hell outta my way. Understood?"
All the men agreed and the meeting was over quickly. Matches Malone walked down a dark alley when suddenly four thugs approached him.
They each pulled out a weapon and Matches stopped walking, fully aware of what was happening.
"Hey Matches, Chechen says hi!" One thug pulled out a gun and turned to shoot Matches but he was gone.
Suddenly a pipe line leaked and steam engulfed the area. One by one the thugs were taken out by Matches. He then grabbed the remaining thug and kneed him the gut and knelt down to his level. "Tell your boss if he wants me gone, send someone capable of doing it."
Matches knocked the thug out and took his glasses off, revealing himself to be Bruce Wayne. Bruce looked back at them and rolled his eyes.
"Amateurs."