A/N: I didn't know which Batman category to put this in, so I just chose this one. It's just supposed to take place in Gotham and Batman lives there. (Duh!) Rating may change later, but I dunno. Please forgive my poor grammar and writing skills. I'm a beginner writer and the only way I will get better is to write! So, you have to put up with my cruddy stories 'till I get better. :)

Based on the cover art, which I do not own. All credit goes to the artist, who I do not know.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or Batman. The only thing I own is...I guess the plot? Whatever. If you recognize it, I don't own it.

Chapter 1: An Assignment in Gotham

"C'mon Prowlah! Take a break will ya? Ya been working all day!" Jazz pestered, pulling on his arm but with little success. The Datsun stayed planted firmly in his chair despite the attempts to pull his arm out of socket.

"I can't right now, these reports are important and I need to get them done. And in case you didn't notice, you're keeping me from them. Maybe later." He replied, trying to reclaim his limb from the other, using the edge of his desk for leverage.

"Later will end up being after work and you'll say ya need ta recharge so you can start work early in da mornin', but you'll end up workin' half da night instead! Just a short break won't kill ya, besides you know da human sayin': 'All work and no play is a crummy way to spend your day!' So c'mon!" Jazz countered, pulling with renewed vigor on the appendage.

"I don't think that's how it-"

He was interrupted by a comm. And from Jazz's face it looked like he had gotten it too. His arm was released, the force of him trying to get it back cause him to nearly fall on the floor. Ironhide's voice was heard over the communications link.

::Everyone, Prahm has called a meetin' concernin' an important mission. Ya'll need ta report ta the meetin' room, pronto!::

As the comm ended Prowl got up from his desk and headed for the door with Jazz on his tail, their earlier banter all but forgotten except for the pain in the tactician's shoulder.

They walked down the halls of the Ark toward the meeting room. "Whatcha think this mission is gonna be?" asked the saboteur. "I don't know, but we will find out when we get there." replied Prowl. "Wow, I never would have guessed we would find out about a mission in a meetin' 'bout a mission. Good thinkin' Prowl!" His joke was met by a glare, but he simply returned it with a grin. The glare on his face lessened, he could never stay mad at Jazz for very long. There were times when the smile did not cheer him, but he was not totally immune to the extreme optimism.

They had reached the meeting room by now, when they walked in they were met by a small group of selected mechs, including Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, Mirage, Perceptor, and a few others who were still walking in. Each mech took their seat as the Prime called the meeting to order.

"I've called you all here because I have received a request concerning some possible Decepticon activity from a place called 'Gotham City'. They reported vehicles that matched the description of some Decepticons and alerted us fearing that their city might be under attack. As their police force is already stretched thin-what with all the criminal activity in the city- they have asked us to investigate since we would be better qualified at dealing with this situation should their suspicions be true.

Because this is an unconfirmed sighting there will only be three mechs on this mission. I have chosen Prowl for the roll of leader, Jazz and Mirage, you will accompany him.

Since Gotham city is such a great distance from us, and they have enough trouble of their own to deal with, the citizens are not aware of our existence, neither us nor the Decepticons. Only the mayor and the police commissioner know of us, and they have taken extreme precautions to keep it that way. So on this mission it is imperative that you use extreme caution and stay in your vehicular mode at all times. Are there any questions?"

A blue hand was raised.

"Yes Mirage?"

"I was just wondering why we would need to remain in disguise. I mean, are they afraid we would hurt them? Or have they never encountered aliens before?"

"The reason you should not reveal you true forms is because their city is overrun with super villains, several of which have caused massive destruction and caused multiple deaths with giant robots on more than one occasion. Your presence could cause a panic to break out, thinking that they were under attack."

"Sounds like a fun place to live." Ratchet deadpanned.

"Thar is no actual proof that the 'Cons are there, right? So, this could end up bein' nuthin'?" asked Ironhide.

"That is possible, and let's hope it is." replied the Prime.

"If there are no further questions then we can discuss when you'll leave."

Jazz raised a hand, but before he could get permission he asked: "So it's basically a recon mission?"

"For now, Jazz, yes it is."

"Dat's all I needed ta know." He said, and he kicked his pedes up onto the desk.

"Good. You are going to be staying in Gotham for an earth month scouting for Decepticon activity. If you don't see any sign of them by the end of the month you will return here. Ratchet, I need you to give them each a full medical evaluation before they leave. It's a long drive to Gotham so you need to be ready first thing in the morning. Meeting adjourned." He said as he rose from his seat. The others got up one by one and made their way back out through the door.

As the mechs wandered back to their respective stations Jazz followed Prowl back to his office.

"I never heard of Gotham city before, have you?"

"No, I can't say that I have. It doesn't sound like a very cheerful place."

"Yeah, super villains attacking people with giant robots on a regular basis? Man, dat's messed up. They shouldn't have to deal wit the Decepticons on top of all dat."

"Well, hopefully this will be nothing more than one of those long missions where it turns out to be nothing more than paranoid humans seeing things."

"I agree wit ya on dat. As much as I love kickin' 'Con tailpipe, I'd rather do it here on our turf where there won't we a hundred humans underfoot. Ya know how big Prime is on keeping the natives safe."

"I'll never understand why he finds them so fascinating. If they're not in trouble, they are causing trouble. Aren't there any humans out there who aren't complete idiots, can take care of themselves, and actually try to save people just because they should be saved, and not for the glory of being a hero?"

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Meanwhile in Gotham city:

A dark figure was perched on the corner of a building, completely unnoticed by two cars in an alleyway. They were facing each other and he didn't see any humans entering or exiting them, but he had heard voices coming from inside them. He observed them and listened closely to their conversation, hoping for information on any plan they might have. He had seen them before, acting suspiciously, not like a car should. He knew there was something off about these cars and their owners. But he was not sure what. He turned it's head and listened.

"So, how long until we raid the place?"

"I dunno, nobody ever tells us anything. But I have a feeling it might be soon."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, I overheard the Screamer whining about how if he was leader we would be done by now and be safely back at the base. Ya know, the usual routine. And then boss said 'silence you fool!' (What else is new?) And said that he wouldn't have to wait much longer because almost everything was ready for the attack. So hopefully we will be outta drearyville and back home within the week."

"I really hope so, I'm sick of all this sneaking around and undercover stuff. Why are we undercover at all? Don't we usually just bust in and wreck the place? Why the caution all of a sudden?"

"I dunno, maybe his processor's glitched or something. Like I said, they don't tell us nothing. Well, we'd better get back soon or we're gonna get worse treatment than the Screamer does."

The two vehicles left without another word. The figure sat for a minute thinking about what he had just heard. What were they planning to attack? Who was 'The Screamer'? Who did they work for? And just how soon were they going to attack this place? And what did they mean when they said 'his processor's glitched'? While their conversation had not revealed very much information, they had left the figure with a lot more information than they thought. And as the figure disappeared into the night he pondered these questions. While this conversation was not that different from that of other thugs, there were certain aspects that intrigued him. This was definitely a case that required investigation. Little did he know this was going to be a very interesting case. A very interesting case indeed.

-TBC-

A/N: So what do you think? Please tell me your thoughts in the reviews! Until the next chapter.

Black Falcon, out!