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CITY OF CRYME
A murder in Gotham City is like a bullet in a gun, normal and not surprising, but what was surprising is the fact that both murders were of Gotham crime bosses; the biggest of which was a horribly disfigured and decapitated Roman Sionis. Detective Gavin Ezekiel Hawke knew his name from the multimillion dollar cosmetics empire that he controlled. Above him watching Batman knew him as Black Mask, but both knew one thing; Roman was dirty and a killer; but his death sparked a whole knew kind of ball game.
Batman needed to know why and how he was killed.
Activating infrared sensors; he picked up several fibers on Roman's suit jacket. Batman needed to get down there and analyze the body; but how? Thinking quickly he threw a trio of smoke grenades and flash bangs just off to the side of the body; their activations sent the officers and detectives rushing over to quell the disturbance. Dropping down to the docks he picked the fibers and placed them into a plastic bag, firing his grappling hook he jetted off into the night sky. As he flew through the layers of smoke and sky he couldn't help; but suspect he was meant to find those fibers they were so neatly placed it was to obvious even for police. As he landed atop Gotham observatory he fired his grappling hook again after a quick scan of the area; but it was cut and Batman fell from the sky.
In a single moment he grabbed an out lying gargoyle and hung on tightly, he had saved himself from another nasty fall in which he didn't care to suffer again. But what was curious was the fact that someone had cut his batline. How and who was the question. As he climbed atop the gargoyle he looked across the observatory; directly in front of him. As he readied a second grappling hook a quiet whine came from the building in which the gargoyle was attached; and then an explosion. Flinging him off the gargoyle and plummeting down below Batman was left helpless and clueless as he struck a waiting car smashing through the roof and into the interior.
As the alarm sounded and a small group of people gather Batman attempted to get up, his ribs were either broken or fractured; his left shoulder was dislocated and his right humorous was fractured. A concussion made him feel dizzy and woozy as he stood and crawled out of the car, putting his hand to his forehead he looked around at the swirling figures that approached. His cape was shredded and his mask was torn to pieces; one of his ocular eye holes was smashed the other was cracked, his shoulder Kevlar was ripped almost completely off and dangled annoyingly. He couldn't walk out of here he was entirely too hurt, he needed help.
"Oracle?"
Stumbling to the wall he leaned against it.
"..Oracle?"
He still got no reply he waited several seconds as his vision became less and less blurry, he saw a small trio of thugs approaching swinging chains, bats and pointing hand guns.
"…ORACLE!..."
Throwing a batarang it struck one of the thugs, luckily it was the one with the gun; the others charged Batman and he tried to stand straight. When he heard it, the relieving sound of a motorcycle, specifically Robin's. He flew off it tackling one; and drop kicking the other Robin had two of the thugs done within a few short seconds. Flinging a batarang at another; he caught and wrapped the chain of one large thug around his arm and yanked on it to pull him down into Robin's knee. Throwing the chain off his arm into the face of a smaller thug gun fire resounded as an automatic weapon fired on his heels; Robin dashed toward cover behind the smashed car.
Hearing the repetitive metal bursts; Batman got to his feet to provide aid; hurling his batline he wrapped it around the thug and yanked him in hard, directly into his fist and then into his foot as he lay on the ground. Robin moving quickly dashed toward Batman to grab him and get him to safety, but as fate would have it a second trio of thugs came barreling after the two with bats and knives.
With a heavy and painful sigh, Batman threw Robin to the left and dashed to the right tossing a batarang directly into the stomach of an oncoming thug. Robin dropping low grabbed the thug and tossed him high into the air behind him, with a turn he put a well placed roundhouse kick directly into the chin of the last thug before joining Batman near his motorcycle.
Helping him on Robin and Batman dashed away as the thugs regained their second wind..
The Batcave
Alfred wrapped Bruce's ribs with a makeshift set, they both knew he needed to see Dr. Leslie; but at the moment Batman needed to find out what happened in the short period of time to put him in the position he was in. Robin who sat close by his small green mask pulled off, as well as Batman's cowl pulled back watched as he sat up; fully expecting questions to arise.
"Tim what has happened to Barbara?"
Looking back with a glumly he turned to Bruce. "I don't know she's not at the tower and is totally out of communication."
Bruce put a hand over his mouth and rubbed his face, a rough stubble had gathered in the past week, but he continued to rub down past his chin and onto his sore neck. Staring blankly Bruce stood and walked to the transparent-like computer system and did a search for the location of Barbara Gordon; no results appeared.
"What were you doing at Gotham docks Bruce?"
Turning to Tim Bruce looked back with a half interested smile. "Investigating a double murder. Roman Sionis and Alexandra Odessa."
Greatly surprised and enthusiastic Tim joined Bruce. "Roman Sionis? Black Mask Roman Sionis? Wow! This is big Bruce; really big." Turning his attention to the computer screen Tim got no answer from Bruce. "Bruce?"
"Barbara is more important Tim, we need to find her before we delve into these murder's they may have something to do with Black Mask and Alexandra or they may be the cause."
"What? Bruce you don't think? No."
"I didn't say that Tim; I don't imply it either, I just know that she is involved somehow and we need to find her now. Half of Gotham still thinks that her clock tower is the Batcave; it could have been anyone, we need help Tim. I need you to get a hold of Batgirl, Nightwing and Tarantula; tell them to rendezvous at Gotham Point in an hour."
Tim looked back as Bruce pulled his cowl and threw his cape on. "Where are you going?"
Hoping in the Batmobile he dashed off. Tim looked back to Alfred as he washed his hands in the sink. "I do hate it when he does that Master Tim." Smiling Tim turned to him. "Me too Alfred."
Gotham Observatory
Four shadows dance along the dimly lit room; the large plump figure of Oswald Cobblepot appears as the tall unmistakable presence of Waylon Jones aka Killer Croc stands next to him, and not far behind the deadliest hit man in the world steps forward. Dressed in his usual orange and blue Kevlar chain mail combat suit, with sword, metallic staff and various other weapons wrapped around his body; Deathstroke appears.
Slade Wilson's powerful commanding voice boom through out the empty room. "What now?"
A shadowed figure in the darkness sits in a thrown like chair with Deadshot and Lady Shiva on either side of him. "Gotham Bridge."
Gotham Bridge
The large steel cable bridge dangles above the water; it's triangular shape and unique wire design bring passengers of the monorail and trolley service into Gotham from the suburbs each day, carrying over two-thousand cars and twenty monorail and trolley rides at any given minute. A small explosion from the tip of the bridge where the cables meet spell certain doom for the passengers below. As a news chopper flies overhead a cable comes loose and the entire bridge shifts; violently the cable whips in the air and the helicopter barely manages to evade it before it slams down upon an unsuspecting rush hour traffic jam.
Another cable falls this time taking the chopper down with it as well as a large portion of the bridge as it smacks against the left side taking trolley track with it. Screams and yells for help are silenced as a second, third and fourth explosion bring the cables and bridge falling, section by section the bridge tumbles into the water taking thousands of unsuspecting and innocent victims with it into the dark watery deep of Gotham Harbor.
Gotham Harbor
As Gavin hears the explosions he watches in horror as the bridge falls into the water across the bay. Dropping the radio in his hand; he turns to his partner Maria Castillia; who is still shocked from the image before them. Officers and coroners bagging the double homicide and collecting evidence stop dead as the event unfolds slowly before their eyes. Snapping out of it by the voice of a Gotham Central radio woman.
"Detective Hawke? Unit 2823 do you read? Are you there… what's happening at the bridge? REPORT." Snapping his head Gavin drops to his knees and grabs the radio, by his foot. "Central the bridge… its leveled. Need immediate search and rescue to find survivors."
After a short pause the radio voice came back gargled with static he could barely make out the message. "Wh.. do.. mean bridge.. gone?"
"The GOD DAMN thing just plummeted into the bay; get me my assistance now dammit!" Gavin's tone was harsh and unforgiving, but this was desperate and time was of the essence.
"Copy help on the way Detective."