BATMAN: A NEW AWAKENING
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Batman.
Warnings: Language, possible sexual content, death, and violence. A tiny bit of fluff :)
Rating: T
Pairings: Batman/Myla
A/N: Dear readers, I wish to inform you that I am merely a new writer who has read so many other stories by now that it seems silly not to write one myself. I have always been more of a dreamer and would much rather live in a world of Batman than my own because he has always been my insight and hero. I will write at least one chapter every week because it is summer. I pray that you will not judge me too harshly, for this is my first story. Enough chit chat…I hope you enjoy. Please review :)
BATMAN
Well, I should've seen this coming. Joker isn't exactly the most subtle man on Earth but I've grown tired of his fanatics. I really can never decide if I'm more mad at myself for not having captured him already, or the Joker for so carelessly destroying my city at every whim. And that Harley of his, well, she's really bent on pissing me off tonight. I've had to clean up about 50 of those damn "giggle-bombs" that she enjoys placing willy-nilly wherever the mood strikes her. Thankfully, they do not explode anywhere near far enough to actually kill anyone. Giggle bombs are a set of fake teeth that chatter and laugh for however long the time limit is set for, before they blow up into a tiny burst of fire. They could seriously injure someone but I'll take that over more serious threats that could take out all of Gotham. Harley and her damn toys. Where does she get them anyway?
I have never understood Harley and the Joker's relationship. I know we're talking about the Joker here, but still, I just don't get it. I know I shouldn't care about Gotham when the people here so adamantly loathe me and everything I stand for, but for whatever reason, perhaps because of my parents, I love this city and everything it has to offer me; even though it's usually criminals. Well, I've had enough time with my thoughts now I should probably get on the move before Cat Woman finds me; I am in no mood to deal with her tonight.
"Well, well, well. Look who has come at the purrrfect timing."
Damn. How does she always find me when I want nothing to do with her?
"Funny, I never took you for a night person. It's a shame that cats land on their feet or I might be tempted to push you off this building."
"Oh come now Batman, I always detested these rude quarrels among us. We could be allies," she hissed. "We could easily have fun together. You and I would make a good team and even a good couple," she winked. "Picture us a month from now working together, stealing precious things, and returning riches to the people you so lovingly protect at night. We could be wealthy beyond a doubt and also provide for your loyal subjects."
"As…lovely…as that sounds, I will have to decline your twisted offer. First of all, I do not date thieves. I refuse to steal from people who rightfully earn what they have. I want to protect this city, not give it money for nothing. And these people are far from my "loyal subjects," they would gladly throw me into prison just for flying roof to roof."
"Then why fight for them? Why risk your life for people who do not deserve such kindness? Never mind. I simply don't care anymore. You have refused my offer (unwise on your part) and will regret it. Ta-ta for now good friend." And with that, she back-flipped off the roof with the grace of a thousand felines.
Well, this is why he despised Selena. She always distracted him with tempting offers that, even though twisted, almost made sense. She was truly beautiful and graceful. He could even imagine himself as her partner but it was wrong. Even though he was not among the most-liked people of Gotham, he still knew that he had a duty to them. He remembered a time before his parents were killed when his mother practically told him the same thing:
"Bruce," his mother said. "We're going to a party and you must put on this outfit or you will be embarrassingly out-of-place young man."
"But, mother, I don't like this suit. It itches, and it's hot, and these shoes hurt my feet! Why do we even have to go to this stupid thing? We always go to pointless parties where women pinch my cheeks and the men give me advice on 'growing up.' I really hate these things mother."
"Now, Bruce, you are too young to understand but we go to these things so we can help Gotham. We do these things to give money to charities for little boys and girls who have no place to call home or to help organize a meeting to discuss funding for travel or to build new structures for businesses to take place and give people jobs. We are very blessed, Bruce, with an abundant amount of wealth and we must share it. If we kept it to ourselves it would be selfish. Do you understand?"
With a pout on his face he uttered a, "Yes, mother."
"That's a good boy. Now hurry, itchy or not, sometimes there are things that must be done for people other than us." She then got up, and before leaving said, "Remember Bruce, sometimes we must make sacrifices for the people we love."
Sacrifices. It's ironic she spoke of sacrifices on the same night she died. I don't know why the killer left only me; sometimes I wish he had just killed me with the rest of them. The only reason she was dead was because of me. The man only wanted my mother and father's money so they held a gun to my head. The killer didn't know my father was behind him. He only caught me and my mother. Then my father tried to set me free by hitting the man over the head but the killer spotted him and shot my father square in the heart. My mother would not stop screaming so to shut her up he killed her as well. The killer looked at me and told me he wanted me to feel what he felt his whole life. After the sirens went off, he ran. I would like to think my parents are proud of me but sometimes I have doubt. I pretty much disgrace the Wayne family name by posing as a playboy, buying useless things to back up my ploy of my "Billionaire Playboy Bruce Wayne" reputation. Oh mother, sometimes I wish you were here but at times like this, sometimes I think you are better off without the disappointment.
And, done with mulling over regrets and memories, I stalked off to seek the Joker.
I got into the batmobile and started to think, where on earth could that clown be lurking? Usually, he just wanted to provoke me, so he would drop off easy solve clues. Obviously, this time it was not his ploy for me to find him so fast and that made me even more suspicious than usual. If the joker is at his silly games I can usually prevent it from happening, but if he is keeping something under wraps then he must be planning something big. I decided to contact Alfred to see if he had dug up any clues.
*Krrrrrrssssh* "Alfred do you read me?" *krsssshhhh*
*krrrssssssh* "Yes sir, I was just about to contact you to tell you that I think those horrid "giggle-bombs" are clues to where the Joker is. Harley is the one who put them there and you and I both know she's not the sharpest tool in the box. My guess is that either the Joker told her to put them there as clues or she is stupid enough to have set them not so far from the spot on which they intend to launch their schemes." *krrrssssssh*
*Krrrsshshhh* "Thank you Alfred I hope you're right on this one." *krrrsssssh*
*Krrrsssssssh* "My pleasure, sir." *Krrrsssssssh* With that, I set off to find the wretched things.
I'm really hoping that Harley is as dense as I hope so I don't have to decipher any clues tonight. I am not looking forward to any kind of extra effort I have to put into finding someone who doesn't deserve even a whisper of acknowledgement. Although, I wasn't in any mood to talk to Cat Woman tonight either. Yet, by bad luck, she showed up anyway so the cards are definitely not in my favor. Oh well, this will not have been the first time I've had to put up with stupid games.
As I arrived to the last spot of where I must have seen about a dozen "giggle-bombs," I saw a man, I hoped to be just unconscious, in the middle of them all. I approached the man and investigated his body for life. Sadly, I found no pulse and cursed under my breath. The man had a green J spray-painted down the chest. He also held a frozen smile and his eyes were taped open. He'll pay for this. It's one thing to play games with me; it's another to bring innocent people into them as well.
I bent down to examine his body; he had been hit with a deadly gas. All the "giggle-bombs" had already exploded except for one with a note on it:
"The bat, the bats, is sleeping with the rats.
The bat, the bats, has emptied his box full of cats.
And does Batsy know? How to catch the row?
Oh what fun, oh what joy! Batsy, I must say, I can hardly contain my 'Ahoy'!
Does bats not like the water? I'll tempt him with more slaughter.
For each hour Batsy does not come, I shall drown a man with rum.
Come find me Batsy, I want to play! Whatever you choose, I will have my way!"
So much for not solving riddles. Obviously he is on the water, but where? This "giggle-bomb" is set to explode 26 minutes from now so I'm guessing he's going to kill someone else in that time. I hope I'm wrong. I better contact Alfred about this.
*kkkkrrrrsssssshhh* "Alfred, I found a riddle attached to a "giggle-bomb," he's by the water but I don't know where. I need to find him and fast. He's killing 1 person every hour. I'll send you the riddle over my bat-a-com." *krrsssssssh*
*Krssssshhhh* "I got it sir and I'm running all the clues through the scanner right now….it looks like he could be at Rum Crossing near the clock tower by the town hall or the Rowen Boxed Museum. Rum crossing is near the ocean but the museum has an extensive exhibit of old sailor techniques, sir." *krrrssssssh*
*krssshh* "Thank you Alfred." *krsssssh*
Before I did anything I had to first call Gordon to take care of unfortunate business:
*Briiiiiing, Briiiiiiing*
"This is Shirley, how may I help you?"
Agh, the secretary, I'm surprised she's at the office at this time in the night.
"Yes, could I please speak to Officer Gordon?"
"Yup, I'll direct you to his number I think he's on patrol. May I ask who's calling?"
"No."
"…Ummm…..okay….. here he is…I guess." *bleep bleep bleep*
"This is Officer Gordon."
"I need to ask you a favor…"
"Agh, Batman why am I not surprised."
"There's a man on Sydney St killed by the Joker. I ask that you find his family and make sure he gets a proper burial." *click*
Now that I got that taken care of, I looked up both of the places Alfred mentioned on my GPS. Damn. They're 45 minutes away from each other. I'll have no time. I have another option but I would rather not have to resort to that. Unfortunately, I see no other way than to call her. I resent myself for this. She's going to rub it in my face. Well, here it goes…
