Hey this is my very first Batman story. I love the movies and cartoons but never really had anything to write about them. Then I had a really bazaar dream and this is what I came up with. Be gentle, its my first time, and R&R.
Me: I don't own Batman, there, I said it!
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Chapter 1
A lie Reveled
Batman and Robin both stood up on top of the roof watching non other then the Joker and his new little pow wow of henchmen planning out their next hit. Batman intended on stopping them ahead of time. His little heists were becoming more complex and well planned out. Each time was getting more and more difficult to track the Joker. His wicked red smile, pale face, black eyes, and green hair with the purple suit stood out among the Arkham Asylum break outs.
His signature laugh was heard outside of the building as one of the henchmen cowered in a corner for fear of 'flying horses'. Joker liked having them as company, always something new to laugh at, and he needed someone he could connect with. Unfortunately he had a bad habit of killing off his new 'friends' then having to go find new ones. Oh well, never a dull moment!
Robin took a step closer to the roof skylight but the building was old and it collapsed. Batman jumped back thinking Robin would do the same, no such luck, the poor boy fell down and landed on the Joker roof and all. Batman jumped in after his side kick. Both Robin and the Joker were out cold and a little bloodied up. The henchmen attacked Batman all at once. He was quicker then them and pulled out a sharp edged boomerang shaped like a bat and through it killing the mentally disturbed attackers one at a time. That was easy he thought to himself. He turned around and picked up Robin. He noticed that the Jokers blood was mixed with his own on his cloths. Batman tied up the Joker like he had done countless times and called up Jim Gordon.
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Alfred received the blood tests from the machine made by Wayne enterprise. It was a new way to test blood and it was more efficient. This new equipment would be released to hospitals all over the world in only a few short months. Alfred kept one around just in case of such an occasion. He was worried about poor Dick but was also a little excited to be able to try out the new machine. He put what he thought was Dick's blood sample in the small plate and injected it into the monitor as if it was a CD. The computer screen showed a profile of the Joker, a DNA strand, his height, his eye color, his natural hair color, and a small profile from Arkham Asylum.
Alfred chuckled a bit. This must be the Jokers blood from the accident Master Bruce informed me about. I should just get it from his blood stream.
He really wanted to keep it simple but it was hard to tell Dick's blood from Jokers blood. He put the needle in the teens arm and took a bit of blood. He then put the blood on a new template and put it in just like he had before.
Dick's name appeared, is height, his eye color, his hair color, a profile from the orphanage when his parents died five years ago, and something else that almost gave Alfred a heart attack. It was his DNA strand bearing creepy similarities to that of the Jokers. Alfred pulled the plug out of the wall in complete shock. No, this wasn't possible, Dick had a father, but he died the same time as Dick's mother. Alfred knew this was a fact. He chuckled a bit nervously. There was no way Dick's mother had known Joker anyway….right?
Alfred was no idiot. At first he told himself the machine was malfunctioning but wanted to make sure. He was going to do something that might be seen as paranoid and stupid, he was going to hunt down Dick's grandmother and make sure nothing could have happened. But how?
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"Alfred, where are you going," asked Bruce seeing Alfred leave with an envelope in his hands.
"Oh just stepping out to visit family Master Bruce," he said putting a smile on his face. He had found her rather quickly. It only took a few days and Dick was already up and moving again. Alfred had not mentioned the DNA similarities just in case of a malfunction. He feared that it was not a malfunction but kept his hopes up.
"Well, I guess I will see you when you come back," said Bruce with a smile, "have fun."
"Of course master Bruce," he said with a respectful nod. Bruce smiled and waved his old friend goodbye. Alfred quickly jumped in his car and drove off. It was a four hour drive out of Gotham City to a near by town. He arrived at a small house. It was white with the picket fence, the garden arch with ivy growing around it. Alfred had a small chuckle at a funny thought. What of Ivy was his grandmother? He stepped out of the Lamborghini and walked up the pathway up to the door. One would think Ivy lived here, plants from all over the world grew in the yard giving it a beautiful tropical look. The smell of honey suckle invaded the air making the surroundings relaxing. The birds sang, the bees buzzed around the large pink flowers, the fountain flowed water making a small trickling noise, and an older looking woman stood on the porch with her shot gun pointing at Alfred and a very pissed look on her face.
"What. are. You. Doing. On. My. LAWN!" She looked harassed and angry. Her white hair was in an upheaval and her song like voice sounding like the fury of a Siren. Alfred felt his breath taken away. The woman was no older then he was, maybe a few years younger, and she was in a long light pink skirt, a white long sleeve with a silk pink vest, and white flip flops. Her pale cheeks were blushed with fury. Alfred had not felt this way about anyone in a really long time but he had to remember why he was hear.
"Please, miss, I wish to speak to you about your daughter."
"Well, forget it, she died five years ago," she snapped, "are you a mob member wanting something from me as well?"
"No, no, I simply wish to know about your daughter and why she joined the circus. I am a friend of her living son," he said kindly. The old woman looked shocked. She slowly put the gun down and a tear fell down her cheek. She shifted her weight in embarrassment.
"Please come in," she said opening her front door. Alfred came into the house and took a seat at the couch. She brought him some tea and sat across from him. "I would have taken him myself but sense my daughter ran off to join the circus the mob is always in and out of here wanting to know where she is. I can't have a child around when bad guys are always walking through here."
"I totally understand."
"How is he, Dick?"
"Dick is fine. He is living with Bruce Wayne."
"So I've heard. I couldn't be happier to tell you the truth. I know Mr. Wayne will be able to provide and care for him."
"Well, Dick recently had a…erm….accident and I took his blood test."
"What kind of accident," the woman asked in distress.
"Fell through a roof," he said, "you know, 'boys will be boys'."
"Yes, they will, boys are so wild it's hard to get them to keep still; especially teenage boys." Alfred laughed at the delightfully dangerous old woman. She smiled. "So what have you to ask me?"
"Well, his DNA, something wasn't right. It showed DNA matching someone other then his fathers."
"How would you know that, his father is dead."
"Well, the DNA was a strand by someone rather infamous."
"Oh," she said sadly, "I know what you are thinking but it is wrong. My daughter was never unfaithful to her husband. She loved him with all of her heart. What happened was not her fault. She grew up with a young man who later joined the mob. They stayed close friends but he was twisted in the head. He is mental, you see, crazy. You see him on the news a lot now a days. Batman is always chasing after him. What that sick bastard did to my poor girl! She trusted him! Well, she couldn't tell her husband or her poor child what had happened. All she could say was that he was sent to her and her husband from heaven and made me swear not to tell anyone. She has been long gone now I guess, no sense in keeping the word of a dead woman, especially when it concerns another's well being. Please, keep this to yourself. Only one other knows about it and I don't think he will be stepping up to claim him any time soon."
"I cannot hide it from the young master," he said wiping the tears from the now crying grandmother's eyes.
"But I don't want him to think he had to live his life the way the Joker does. It isn't right to make one think that is his only option."
"I know but it is also not right to lie to him." The woman looked at the butler very seriously.
"The man who raised him may not be his father but he was his dad. Any idiot could be a father, that's obvious; people who shouldn't have children have them anyway. It takes a real father to be someone's dad. You just remember that when you are telling the poor boy his father is a crazed clown with some serious personal issues!" Alfred just frowned. "I think you should leave good sir," she said in a way that really said 'get out fuck face'. Alfred just nodded and gave her a number.
"If you ever need to contact me," he said. He took his hat and tipped it off to the fiery woman and left. He climbed back in the car and began the long journey home.
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Dick came down the drive way with his bike ready to leave for a short drive. The car stopped and the window was rolled down. It was Alfred. Dick smiled at the butler/friend and gave him a friendly wave. "Wuddup Al," he asked.
"Master Dick," he said happily, "I-I-have a nice ride," he said. Dick gave him a concerned look. Alfred smiled but his eyes were sad and full of pity. The window was rolled up and the car drove forward. Dick just shrugged and continued on his way.
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Alfred wanted to hit himself. He had that change to have a talk with Dick and he totally blew it off. Alfred suddenly knew how Dick's grandmother felt. He had the chance to tell him but he just didn't have the heart. He walked into the house miserably and ran into Bruce. He gave Bruce a smile and Bruce smiled back jogging down the stares. Alfred was reminded of when Bruce was a small boy and he often times told him not to run down the stares. He had the urge to do so as well.
"Twenty years ago I would have scolded you for running down those stares," he said wisely.
"Yea, and twenty years ago I would have ignored you up until I actually fell down the stares."
"Haha, yes that was quite the sight to see Master Bruce."
"I know how much you like to tell me you told me so."
"Quite so master Bruce."
"So did you find Dick's grandmother or was she unavailable?" Bruce half expected a look of shock on Alfred's face but instead he got a big smile.
"Well, sir, I see you have found how to use the computer further. Yes I did find her and no she was not unavailable, just a little hostile."
"Why did you look for her," he asked.
"Answers."
"And did you get them?"
"Yes, sir, I did."
"Was the response what you wanted?"
"No, not it wasn't. Well, Master, I'm tired and wish to rest if that is quite alright with you."
"Sure Alfred," he said patting his old friend on the shoulder, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bright and early," he said with a smile. Bruce watched his old friend leave. He put on a smile. He would find out what was going on. Alfred was good at secrets, but he wasn't that good, it was just a matter of good detective skills which Bruce prided himself in.
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Well, be nice, and I hope you guys like it. As far as I know this is the most original thing that has happened in Batman so I hope you look forward to the next update.
I saw that new batman movie and it was amazing. I love the joker, he is my absolute favorite character ever! Well, he is almost everyone's favorite. I think Jack Nickleson did good with what he had to work with, a family film. Heath Ledger did better and it was more like the character! Sweet Psychotic Action!